Chapter 962： Paper man husband (1/2)

”You're not Sulan! Where is my Sulan!!” Li Moyuan was already extremely afraid in his heart, but after Qin Wansha denied that he was Tong Sulan, Li Moyuan seemed to be lit by fire in his heart, all of a sudden. He became hardened, and at least yelled at Qin Wansha with strength.

”Your Sulan?” Qin Wansha repeated Li Moyuan's words playfully, and then slowly approached Li Moyuan, while saying: ”Tong Sulan should never belong to you, so how come you are mine?”

Li Moyuan was trembling all over without knowing whether he was angry or scared, but his eyes were surprisingly bright, staring at Qin Wansha like a warrior who sacrificed his life.

”Where is Sulan!” Li Moyuan asked repeatedly.

”Dead.” Qin Wansha's reply was also very light, and then deliberately added: ”The night after you left town.”

That is the day when Tong Sulan was forcibly taken to Li Mansion and married Li Zhiyuan.

Li Moyuan naturally understood Qin Wansha's words, his eyes were full of disbelief and pain: ”This is impossible! Song Siyu said, Sulan is alive!”

”It's a living person, but it doesn't mean it's Tong Sulan.” Qin Wansha had already walked in front of Li Moyuan.

If it had ever been so close to Tong Sulan, Li Moyuan might already have some fascinating ideas, but now, Li Moyuan had nothing but fear in his heart.

Swallowing hardly, Li Moyuan found that his legs could no longer move by themselves.

A huge force clamped Li Moyuan's legs, which made him unable to even sit on the ground with soft legs.

Qin Wansha looked at Li Moyuan like this, watched him carefully look down with the eyeballs, and in the next second, when he saw the hands of the uncle who were holding his thighs tightly, he began to scream desperately. : ”Ah!!! Song Siyu!!!!!! Save me!!!”

Listening to Li Moyuan's heartbreaking plea for help, Qin Wansha couldn't help but laughed out: ”Song Siyu? She might not be able to save you now.”

With that said, Qin Wansha stretched out his hand to grab the void in the next second, and the black mist created by the grievances between the murdered servants of Li Mansion and Li Moyuan’s parents delivered an unconscious and bloodstained figure. In the hands of Qin Wansha.

In the world created by the black mist, Qin Wansha can do anything as long as she wants to.

Ever since, she easily used Tong Sulan’s weak body to raise the person in her hand, and then she caught Li Moyuan’s eyes: “Look, don’t you want to find her? She is here, brother Moyuan, are you happy? ?”

Qin Wansha said the last few words imitating Tong Sulan's tone.

Li Moyuan's entire face was already stiff, his eyes were so wide that the corners of his eyes were almost torn apart, just looking at Song Siyu who was dying and utterly sane.

Li Moyuan's teeth began to tremble. If he thought that he could be saved just now, Song Siyu would come to save him, then Qin Wansha had just stolen away his hope! !

”No, no, all this is fake, it's an illusion!” Li Moyuan said tremblingly.

However, no matter how many times Li Moyuan closed his eyes and opened them again, what he saw was still this scene. Even the hands that clung to Li Moyuan's legs did not even have the opportunity to make him timidly retreat.

”It's true.” Qin Wansha also rudely pierced Li Moyuan's expectation.