Si Yutian was stunned.

He was still pulling his sleeves, but An Ruxia, who had fallen into a nightmare, clutched his hand tightly, as if the corpse was stiff after a person died, and he couldn't get it back no matter what.

Si Yutian frowned, and an irritable mood surged in his heart.

Can't pull it off?

If you can't pull it off, you think he can't help it? Isn't it just a sleeve, just give it to you.

Si Yutian raised his left hand, and a flame knife as thin as a cicada's wings condensed from his fingertips, and he was about to cut it off against the sleeve.

"Yitian! Don't go! ”

An Ruxia in the nightmare suddenly let out a scream, and in an instant, her neck, head and face were sweated by the nightmare, and the twitching of her legs also intensified, "Woo woo, Yi Tian, don't leave my ......"

An Ruxia, who was in the nightmare, began to cry.

Bean-sized tears fell down the corners of his eyes, from the left and right, wetting the pillow.

Si Yutian's body stiffened, and the flame knife in his left hand gradually dissipated. The Flame Blade was originally condensed by the madness of the flames, not an entity.

He didn't cut off his sleeves.

The woman in bed kept dreaming about "Yitian", "Yitian" and "Yitian".

He felt as if he was back when he was a child, his brother had just married An Ruxia, and the two were newly married. An Ruxia was a wife at the beginning of the summer, and she was extremely attached to her brother, and she wrapped around her brother all day long, shouting "Yitian", "Yitian" and "Yitian" in a soft and delicate voice. And when An Ruxia called his brother like this, his brother would show a very gentle and very happy smile.

And at this moment, it is the same An Ruxia, the same call of "Yitian", "Yitian" and "Yitian", but the voice is so desperate.

The husband and wife who were as deep as the sea in the past, one lingered on the sickbed, the other returned to the netherworld, and heaven and man were separated forever.

Si Yutian's face was dejected, and the depths of his phoenix eyes crossed with extremely painful emotions. He didn't say anything, but silently went to the edge of the bed, and let the man on the couch clutch his sleeve and listen to her earnest call to his brother.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered something.

raised his head, at the door, a stunning girl in a crimson cloud dress, with a pair of golden eyes, looked at him coldly.

This was the first time Ye Luo looked at him with this kind of look, as if he was not her lover, but a stranger. In those cold golden eyes, there was no hatred, only endless indifference and hidden pain.

Si Yutian wanted to call her name and explain to her, but found that when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make any sound in his throat at all.

He, at all, is not qualified to explain.

He didn't cut off his sleeves and went with her......

Ye Luo stood at the door, staring coldly at Si Yutian who was sitting on the edge of the bed. She saw him look down, his black hair covering the side of his face. She knew that he had chosen An Ruxia, and he didn't dare to look at himself.

Very good!

Very means!

But she was not defeated by An Ruxia, but by Si Yitian. She doesn't care about the dead. But the living -

Ye Luo's cold eyes swept to An Ruxia, who was still in a state of nightmare: she took back her previous words, why didn't she bother with An Ruxia? She must have had her brain in water just now to be soft-hearted towards this sister-in-law! Garbage is meant to be treated differently.

It doesn't matter if you're really having nightmares tonight, or if you're pretending to be crazy with your dreams!

Ye Luo turned around.

The crimson clouds in the night wind, drawing a poignant arc, like the burning red lotus karmic fire in hell.