Uncle, please grasp the scale of spoiling your wife

Qin Zhao didn't dare to look at Su Luo's face right now.

I don't know how long it took before all the dream threads that were originally tied to Han Zhenglin's body were quickly taken away.

Han Zhenglin thought he had a chance of life, and he immediately ran downstairs, stumbling, regardless of the old lady Han who was already lying on the ground.

"Killed, killed... Help!"

However, at this moment, Su Luo didn't care about Han Zhenglin at all. She quickly walked to the door of the ward at the end of the corridor, and the moment she touched the doorknob, she froze suddenly.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at herself subconsciously, because when she drew the dream thread just now, her hands were stained with blood.

She took out a tissue to wipe off the blood on her fingers little by little, then opened the door and walked in.

At this time, Su Man was lying alone on the hospital bed, the white sheet under his body was already stained red with blood.

Her whole body looked as if she had just been fished out of the water, her messy black hair was sticking wetly to the side of her face, her face was so pale that there was no blood.

She seemed to have heard the movement outside the door, and turned her head almost with all her strength, but, because of the excessive blood loss, her eyes were already blurred, just black shadows one after another.

"Save... save... child..."

"Sister..." Su Luo held Su Man's hand almost subconsciously.

It's just that those hands are cold, as if there is no warmth at all.

"Luoluo? Why are you here?"

Su Man suddenly heard Su Luo's voice clearly. She almost exhausted her last strength and held Su Luo's hand instead, "Someone...is trying to harm us, Luoluo...protect yourself..."

Su Luo seemed to answer, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Su Man just looked straight at Su Luo, tears running down his cheeks, soaking the white sheets.

She didn't close her eyes until she died.

She is thinking about her child.

And the sister in danger.

But, after all, she can't protect anyone...

"Sister..." Su Luo's eyes were red, and the blood-stained dream thread was still wrapped around her hand.

She suddenly recalled the heartbreak in her previous life when the news of Su Man's dystocia and death came.

Now the blood on her body has not been drained completely, but she watched helplessly as the knife was stabbed back again...

At this moment, Su Luo was in pain.

Their family has never done anything evil.

Why did it end up like this?

In the last life, the whole family of the second uncle and the Han family almost lay on the corpses of their family and drank blood...

But there is no retribution.

This day is... not fair.

Su Luo's skin was snow-white, and the blood under her eyes was bright red. She entangled the bloody dream thread between her fingers bit by bit, and streaks of frost and snow soaked the soles of her feet.

She is a dream catcher!

In this dream, she is the supreme way of heaven!

Those who can't be punished by heaven.

she comes!

……

And at the stairway at this time.

Han Zhenglin almost knelt and crawled all the way down.

However, the original staircase was like a bottomless pit. Even though he climbed countless steps, he still couldn't get out.

The blood on his body has already stained the steps red, and there is no pain in the internal organs.

But just at this moment, he heard the sound of clanking behind him...

Hundreds of red lines intersected, each root glowing with a cold light, like a sharp knife, cutting iron and steel wherever it went.

Han Zhenglin froze in a sea of ​​dream threads, motionless with horror on his face.

"You...what do you want to do?" Han Zhenglin staggered a step under the pressure of frost and snow, and subconsciously wanted to back away from the dream line towering in front of him.

Su Luo's ten fingers were stretched with blood-red lines, making her skin whiter than snow, and she looked at Han Zhenglin with cold eyes, "I'll kill you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, red threads sprang out and wrapped around Han Zhenglin's body, strangling him to pieces.

"Ah... forgive me, please forgive me...it's not me...it's not me, someone wanted to kill Su Man...I...I was also forced to help..." Han Zhenglin roared hoarsely.

Su Luo firmly pulled the red thread, Yubai's face showed almost undisguised disgust and coldness.

"If others want you to kill, you can kill it. Then I will let you die now. Do you want to die too?"

Han Zhenglin was strangled by the dream thread, his legs went limp, and he knelt down on the ground with a 'plop'. The severe pain made his expression almost distorted. He screamed uncontrollably in the severe pain.

"Forgive me... please forgive me..." Han Zhenglin's voice was hoarse and ugly, and his eyes were almost bloodshot.

Su Luo's cold eyes swept across him, as if looking at a dead person.

She clenched the dream thread in her hand almost subconsciously, because she was too hard, the red thread even got into her palm, staining the thread in her hand red.

But at this moment, the phone that was thrown far away by Han Zhenglin suddenly vibrated on the ground.

Han Zhenglin made a painful "ho ho" sound, and his mouth was full of blood.

"Yes...it's that person...that person..."

Su Luo's brows were tightly frowned, and her pair of black and white black jade eyes seemed to have been soaked in frost.

As soon as she moved her fingers, the red line on her fingertips seemed to come alive, and she rushed out instantly and pulled the vibrating mobile phone over.

Su Luo glanced at the caller ID, then raised her hand and pressed the answer button.

"How is it? Is the matter settled?" A low magnetic voice came from the microphone.

"Asa." Su Luo's voice was calm, and the bottom of her eyes seemed to be covered with waves under the ice.

There seemed to be silence in the microphone, "Su Luo?"

"You wait for me, I will find you..."

After saying these words, Su Luo tightened her fingers suddenly, and Han Zhenglin let out a miserable scream. Immediately afterwards, the dream began to vibrate.

Countless fragments instantly turned into a blanket of white mist, like a long dragon that can pass through the clouds.

Everything that was spinning rapidly rushed towards Su Luo...

At the same time, in a white castle on the other side of the ocean, a man suddenly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were black as if ink was flowing, and they were gathered at the bottom of those deep black eyes in an instant.

The man frowned slightly.

This was not the first time he had such a weird dream.

The first time was Yu Sihan...

This time it became Su Luo...

At this time, the bodyguard outside the door seemed to have heard the movement in the room, knocked on the door, and then pushed the door open.

"Father, are you alright?"

The man waved at the bodyguards, and rubbed his eyebrows with his slender fingers.

After a long while, he hooked his hands and made a gesture. The bodyguard immediately stepped forward knowingly and moved the man to the wheelchair beside the bed.

"Book a plane ticket to Kyoto."

"Yes."