Chapter 1872 Waking up From a Dream (2)

Before Lan Yue could turn around again, she heard the sizzling sound of burning flesh from the TV, followed by Lan Huan's scream.

"John, tell them to stop."

Lan Yue looked back and shouted at John.

"Stop?"

John smiled at her sarcastically, "Why do you want me to stop?"

Lan Yue bit her lip, "What do you want?"

John raised his leg, walked forward with an elegant step, and raised his hand to lift her chin.

"Baby, you are too nervous. I just came to pick up my fiancée who ran away from home to attend our wedding."

Lan Yue turned her head, dodged his hand, and gritted her teeth.

"I am not your fiancée, and I will not go back with you to marry you. If you want to threaten me with Lan Huan's life, you can do it."

After that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

John raised his lips and smiled lightly, but did not stop her from leaving.

A scream instantly came from behind. Lan Yue paused, clenched her hands tightly, closed her eyes, and continued to move forward.

She told herself over and over again that Lan Huan only used her as a tool for revenge. He deserved what he had today. He was the one who found the Delain family and John. It had nothing to do with her.

She just needed to completely sever her relationship with Lan Huan and walk out of this door. From then on, she would be the person she loved most, and a happy and beautiful future would be waiting for her.

The screams behind her became more and more shrill.

Lan Yue's steps became more and more difficult. She was only a few steps away from the door, but she couldn't go any further.

The screams seemed to pause for a moment, and then she heard a terrified voice from inside, "Lan Yue, save me."

Lan Yue turned back suddenly and saw on the screen that a man with a sharp saber in his hand came forward and pulled up one of Lan Huan's hands, pressed it against the wall behind him, and raised his hand to chop down at his hand.

"No." Lan Yue shouted anxiously and ran back.

However, the person on the screen did not stop at all. When the knife fell, a stream of blood sprayed out from Lan Huan's hand like a spray. A finger fell directly to the ground, rolled a short distance, and stopped there.

On the enlarged screen, the small broken finger was still gushing out blood.

And on Lan Huan's hand, blood was spraying out like a spray.

The man who cut his finger was standing opposite him, and his face and neck were sprayed with blood.

He turned around and smiled at the camera, and the scarlet blood made his face even more hideous.

After laughing, he raised his hand as if to say hello to them, then shook the saber in his hand, and pressed Lan Huan's hand again to cut upwards.

"Lan Yue."

The bloody and cruel scene in front of him, and Lan Huan's shrill cry over there, Lan Yue's psychological defense line that he had worked hard to build before completely collapsed.

"I agree. I'll go back with you."

John put on a satisfied smile on his face and raised his hand. The man on the screen finally stopped chopping.

The TV screen on the wall dimmed and the picture disappeared.

Lan Yue staggered on the spot as if she had ended a torture, and tears instantly fell from her eyes.

John turned around, put one hand around her waist, and the other hand touched her cheek, and wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips like a lover.