Chapter 957: Paper man husband

Li Moyuan clutched the wound on his right shoulder that was scratched by a sharp weapon, staggering forward in fear and pain, his heart was full of fear, and his breathing was rapid and heavy.
But even so, Li Moyuan didn't dare to stop his footsteps, and could only walk forward quickly, hoping that he could get out of this black mist quickly, or could meet Song Siyu again.
However, Li Moyuan had been walking for a long time, but he never saw Song Siyu's trace, and even whenever he called Song Siyu out loud, he would attack him from nowhere.
Due to the invisible relationship, Li Moyuan couldn't avoid those attacks at all, and could only let his injuries worsen. Later, Li Moyuan didn't dare to call Song Siyu's name again.
I don't know how long he walked, Li Moyuan suddenly heard a lot of overlapping laughter, which made his whole person's creeps suddenly rise.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Li Moyuan exclaimed twice before being pushed abruptly by a force behind him.
In the next instant, Li Moyuan's eyes could suddenly see things around him. At the same time, there was a voice that Li Moyuan was most familiar with and greeted him anxiously: "Master, master?"
Li Moyuan looked stupidly at the small courtyard in front of him—this is his courtyard, and the one who was looking at him with a look of concern in front of him was the young man who died in the hands of Song Siyu first!
"Bamboo, Zhusheng!!" Li Moyuan's voice was trembling.
Why is Zhusheng, who should be a dead person, here! ! He, where did he come! ! !
Just when Li Moyuan's eyes were full of fear, Zhu Sheng reluctantly added: "Master, don't embarrass the little one anymore. If you fall asleep here, you will catch a cold when you turn your head. Madam, you can’t keep it!"
"Wh, what?" Li Moyuan was confused by Zhu Sheng's words.
sleep? Where did he fall asleep?
Li Moyuan turned his head vigorously again, only to realize that he was actually sitting on the side of the corridor where he liked to rest most in the past.
He does have a habit of resting here, but...could it be that the things that happened before are all his dreams? !
Li Moyuan's eyes flickered, and he asked Zhu Sheng with some uncertainty: "How about my parents? How about Sulan? How about Song Siyu?"
Doubt flashed across Zhu Sheng's face: "Isn't the young master just seeing the old man and his wife? As for the young grandma, she is resting in the house, but... who is Song Siyu? Master, don't you steal outside with the young grandma on your back. It's fishy."
Young grandma? !
Li Moyuan was stunned again, but what followed was a chill from the bottom of my heart-Li Moyuan couldn't deceive him, and the others could be his dreams, but Sulan... never be himself Wife!
"Who are you!" Li Moyuan exclaimed, stood up and stepped back.
Zhu Sheng's expression suddenly added a touch of worry: "Master, the younger one is Zhu Sheng, where are you going to hide?"
"No! You won't be Zhusheng! Zhusheng is already..." Li Moyuan didn't dare to say anything.
At the same time, Li Moyuan, who had finished speaking, immediately turned around to run. This was the place he was most familiar with, but at this moment, it became the place that scared him the most!
However, even though Li Moyuan ran desperately, Zhu Sheng's voice always accompanied him: "Master, this is your yard, where do you want to go?"
"You, is it possible that you want to return to the black mist?"
This sentence was almost spoken close to Li Moyuan's ear.
Li Moyuan was shocked, and finally turned his head once, but saw Zhu Sheng still standing in place, with the submissive and clever expression on his face that he was used to.
"Master, Zhu Sheng has finally brought you this safe place." Zhu Sheng said with a smile.
But at this moment, Li Moyuan's fear in his heart grew more and more--he had clearly ran away from the place just now, why did he turn his head, but still the little corridor just now? !
"Who are you! You can't be a bamboo sheng! A bamboo sheng will not harm me!" Li Moyuan roared, shocked and complete in his heart.
When Zhu Sheng heard his words, the smile on his face suddenly distorted. Li Moyuan saw this expression in his eyes, causing Li Moyuan to scream in complete collapse.
I saw that the corners of Zhu Sheng’s face, which had always been curved, suddenly reached his temples. The whole face became savage because of such an action. The most terrifying thing was Zhu Sheng’s eyes. The obedientness was gone. What appeared to be fierce and Hostile, frowning, Zhu Sheng opened his mouth. The teeth and other things in his mouth were gone, only the color of a black hole was left--
"Then young master, why do you harm Zhusheng?" Zhusheng asked softly, "Is it because Zhusheng didn't take care of it? Or is the young master already resenting Zhusheng? Why should we just watch us? People died at the hands of that woman!!"
With these words, Zhu Sheng's voice also changed, becoming sharp like a whistle, and the volume instantly increased several times, as if it was coming from Li Moyuan's ear, which made Li Moyuan had to cover his ears in pain. "No! It's not me!" His tears and nasal mucus were frightened instantly, and his legs softened, and the whole person was about to fall to the ground.
At this moment, a crisp silver bell suddenly entered Li Moyuan's ears, and Zhu Sheng's original harsh whistle also disappeared instantly.
Zhu Sheng's appearance returned to its original appearance, his eyes looked at a certain place in awe, and then said, "Young lady is here."
Li Moyuan did not realize who Zhu Sheng said the young grandmother was, but he discovered that at some point, the entire yard was full of people who originally belonged to his yard. The loud cry just now, maybe It was these people who issued it uniformly.
He knows all of those people, and even once sincerely treated them as family members, but didn't want to, because Song Siyu's will to make them look like they are now, but...this can't blame him! He also listened to the slander... he was reluctant to bear it! !
Just as Li Moyuan was speaking in pain in his heart, another clear silver bell rang. Li Moyuan turned his head and saw that he slowly walked into a figure that made him unable to be more familiar from outside his courtyard door— —
"Sulan!!" Li Moyuan screamed out of excitement or shock.
As soon as Qin Wansha stopped, she unceremoniously showed a malicious smile at Li Moyuan: "Sulan? Who are you calling, I don't know."
It was clearly Tong Sulan’s face, and it did not show a terrifying and hideous look like Zhu Sheng, but with just such a word, Li Moyuan was attacked by a malicious attack on his face, and the whole person felt a blow from the soles of the feet. Coming coldly.