Uncle, please grasp the scale of spoiling your wife

And the basement at this time.

Su Luo cautiously came to the door of the room just now.

The door of the room was not closed tightly, and through the gap in the door, Su Luo saw a tall and straight figure standing in front of the altar.

Su Luo subconsciously glanced at the girl who looked exactly like herself hanging on the wall, and felt an inexplicable depression in her chest...

It was as if something was pressing on her chest, making her even a little out of breath.

The man didn't know how long he stood in front of the portrait before he raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, and just threw it aside.

And the moment the mask was taken off, Su Luo couldn't help being startled——

Fourth uncle?

How about fourth uncle...

And before she could figure it out, Yu Sihan had already picked up the sharp dagger on the altar...

"Luoluo, I regret..."

When those words hit Su Luo's ears so unprepared, for a moment, she seemed to be frozen, and her whole body froze in place.

this... this is...

Su Luo had never shown such an expression before.

She seemed to have suddenly lost all senses, unable to hear or see, as if the whole world was blank...

And in this blank space, only the man was left standing there.

She looked straight at him...

You can only see him.

……

"Who?"

At this moment, Yu Sihan seemed to hear the movement behind him, and looked back almost subconsciously.

However, when he saw Su Luo standing at the door, his expression seemed blank for a moment.

"Luoluo?"

He seemed a little unbelievable, his voice was so hoarse, it was a tone that Su Luo had never heard before.

However, after a brief daze, he subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall, and then slightly pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It's an illusion again..."

It's just that, this time, the hallucinations have already occurred before the bloodletting and dizziness?

Yu Sihan pursed his lips tightly, and just walked towards the flower pot in the corner step by step.

He leaned against the wall and slid down slowly, and then he unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt, revealing the hideous blood on his wrist...

Then, he raised the knife and slammed it down his wrist.

"Fourth Uncle..."

Su Luo couldn't help being startled, her whole body seemed to fly out, she rushed over, and without thinking, she directly covered Yu Sihan's wound that was gushing blood.

"What are you doing?" Su Luo only felt that her whole body was trembling violently, even the hand covering the wound was shaking non-stop.

But at this time, Yu Sihan seemed to be frozen, and it took a long time before he seemed to come back to his senses, but there was a trace of hesitation on his expression, "Luoluo?"

"It's me...fourth uncle, I'm Luoluo..." Su Luo firmly pressed the wound on Yu Sihan's wrist, her eyes were red and watery.

"It's true, it turned out to be true..." Yu Sihan's voice was hoarse, and a pair of deep, dark eyes stared straight at Su Luo, as if he wanted to engrave her into his heart.

"What's the truth?" Su Luo raised her eyes subconsciously, "Fourth Uncle, why did you scratch your hand?"

Yu Sihan lowered his eyes and glanced at the flower pot in front of him. His voice was very low, with a hint of hoarseness, "This is Moshang flower, and it needs to be irrigated with blood. If it blooms, you can come back."

Su Luo froze in place, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

She first glanced down at the flower pot, and then at the wound on Yu Sihan's wrist. Her lips moved tremblingly, but she found that her throat hurt so badly that she couldn't speak a word.

"I didn't believe it at first..." Yu Sihan chuckled lightly, but his voice was deep and deep, as if it came from far away.

"But, now I believe..."

"No, it's not..." Su Luo shook her head desperately, tears fell down almost uncontrollably, like beads with a broken thread.

She had heard from Qin Mansheng before.

The rebirth of the dream catcher is due to human obsession.

However, she never thought that the person who brought her back to life and gave her a life was Yu Sihan.

It never occurred to him that he would act in this way...

"Don't cry..."

Su Luo heard Yu Sihan sighed very lightly, and then felt a hand stretched out, touched her face lightly, and then wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes with her thumb, "I owe you this." ..."

Su Luo desperately shook her head.

Yu Sihan pursed his lips, his voice was so low that it was almost hoarse, "Luoluo, let go of your hands."

"I do not."

"good."

"I do not!"

Yu Sihan seemed to be silent for a long time, then suddenly picked up the dagger, and slashed fiercely on the other wrist!

The cut was so deep that the bones were almost exposed.

The bright red blood scrambled out of the blood vessels, soaking all the soil in the flower pot in an instant.

A tender green bud seems to be full, swaying and spreading its branches and leaves...

……

"No!" Su Luo almost subconsciously wanted to rush over, but was hugged tightly by Yu Sihan.

"Let me go..." Su Luo's eyes were red as she struggled obstinately and crazily.

However, Yu Sihan remained motionless.

"Fourth Uncle!" Su Luo's voice was hoarse.

There was blood in his eyes.

However, Yu Sihan remained silent.

"Yu Sihan!" Su Luo's eyes almost turned red.

But at this time, Yu Sihan pursed his lips, and slowly lowered his eyes, but that cold and handsome face was full of helplessness.

"Luoluo, don't make trouble..." His voice was low and slightly hoarse.

Perhaps it was because of the excessive blood loss, the tiredness could hardly be hidden on his face.

Su Luo's eyes narrowed slightly, and she straightened the dream thread in her hand suddenly, even because of too much force, the palm of her hand was pulled out a bloody mouth by the red thread.

The blood-stained dream threads almost followed her will, rushing towards Yu Sihan in unison, binding him up.

Su Luo was almost obstinately pulling at the thread between her fingers, letting the dream thread make a creaking sound as it pulled the bone.

Bright red blood oozes from the wound on the palm, and the blood beads are on the dream line, and finally fall to the ground...

For a moment, the whole dream trembled.

The dream is about to shatter!

"Fourth Uncle, don't move!" Su Luo's heart was trembling right now.

No!

She can't come out of this dream now.

"Luoluo, good boy..."

At this time, Yu Sihan subconsciously glanced down at the dream thread tied to his body, and his voice was so gentle that it was almost low and hoarse, "Let go of me."

"I don't!" Su Luo whimpered, and then tasted the blood in her mouth.

"These are all things I wish to do. Moreover, this life is yours in the first place, and now it's just given back to you, and..."

Having said that, his voice paused, and he seemed to move his arm with great difficulty, and then his blood-stained fingers rested on the blood-stained dream line.

He smiled lightly, then raised his eyes, "Luoluo, I'm not afraid of your line..."