Chapter 4426
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"Yes, she'll never wake up. She's completely dead." Master Wu nodded.
Su Yu's heart sank once again …
"Master Wu, how can I tell if what I'm experiencing is reality or a dream?"
"Didn't I tell you before? Ever since the hypnotist drugged you, you've already been in a dream … Actually, if you think about it carefully, there must be a lot of things that are different from your reality. It's just that you were in a dream at that time and didn't know that you were dreaming."
Master Wu's words reminded Su Yu of something.
Eating roast duck with Huo Mien in the underwater palace …
Su Yu thought it was ridiculous when he saw the underwater palace.
What kind of family background was this? A palace piled up with white crystals?
However, at that time, his subjective consciousness had already believed everything in front of him.
He didn't think he was dreaming, so he believed it in a daze.
Now that he thought about it, there were two strange things.
First, Mian's due date had passed a long time ago, but she still refused to give birth.
Normally, it wouldn't be too late for her to give birth in a few days.
However, Mian felt like it had been almost a month, and she still hadn't given birth. Everyone laughed at her and said that she was pregnant with Nezha.
Now that he thought about it, it was all a dream … Time itself was a lie.
When Su Yu went to South Hill Manor this morning, he saw Huo Mien lying on the bed. His stomach was bulging, and he hadn't given birth yet.
However, he had returned to the past, to reality. It wasn't time for the due date yet.
The second strange thing was when Su Yu was eating roast duck.
Huo Mien had kindly prepared a sumptuous meal for Su Yu.
Su Yu only ate because he was really hungry.
Although Su Yu was usually careless and could eat anything, he was different.
However, he was actually a veteran foodie.
Over the years, he had eaten special delicacies from all over the country. There were many things that he could tell if they were authentic or not just by smelling them.
The roast duck in the capital city was famous. Every time Su Yu went to the capital city with his grandfather, he would have a meal there.
Therefore, he had done quite a bit of research on roast duck over the years. In his dream, the roast duck only looked good, but when he ate it, it didn't taste that way.
At that time, Su Yu felt that something was wrong …
Logically speaking, even if it didn't taste good, it should at least have a taste.
However, when he was eating with Huo Mien, Su Yu felt that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't taste it.
It was like how you usually eat buns in one bite.
Regardless of whether it was delicious or not, he would be able to taste it.
But the roast duck had no taste …
Su Yu found it weird, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
There were several times when he wanted to say, he felt that they were in a dream.
But at that time, he didn't.
From the looks of it, Lin Ya had two identities. Perhaps she was someone created by the dream creator … or perhaps she was the dream creator himself.
She must not be someone who had been lured into a dream …
Because in the real world, Lin Ya was dead. She was a living dead, and her body was still frozen in Iceland.
These were all things that Su Yu learned from his secret conversations with Qin Chu in his dream.
Qin Chu and Huo Mien were both highly intelligent people, but once they entered a dream, they couldn't get rid of it.
It was as if they were scared half to death every night when they slept and had nightmares.
Because no one would be so awesome to know that they were dreaming. This was a terrifying thing in itself.
Su Yu thought about it for a long time and finally figured out what was wrong.
Then, he grabbed Master Wu's sleeve excitedly.
"What are you doing? Stupid donkey, let go of me …" Master Wu might not be used to being pulled by a man like this.
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