Chapter 29 Reward

Oh, no, absolutely impossible.

Mishu, have you read too many gossip magazines and rich novels? Can you say such ridiculous words? Is Casa the son of the Pope? You might as well say that the beautiful sheep are the daughter-in-law of the gray wolf.

As soon as the guess came out, Mi Shu shook her head like a rattle. She even denied this possibility and was ready to be complained by the count on the opposite side, but his beautiful blue eyes looked deeper and deeper, and his rosy thin lips were tightly squeezed, and the whole expression was completely I'm telling her, 'Yes, you guessed right.'

Mi Shu looked at him fixedly for a few seconds, his head was blank, and suddenly laughed again.

"Haha, Lord Xibo, who has the noble status of Rasha Kingdom, is actually a brain problem! Such a ridiculous lie has also been made up. Lord Xibo can do everything to make me give up, but it is also troublesome for you to use your head to lie. Although I am not smart, I am not a fool!"

He was not angry, leaning lazily against the threshold, and his long blue eyes locked her face, which was full of light and bottomless.

Mishu was more and more uncertain when she saw him like this, but she still looked up at him.

"Lord Xibo should speak responsibly. What evidence do you think Casa is the Pope's flesh and blood? If you just talk nonsense to destroy the Pope's reputation and fabricate such demonic words to alienate the relationship between the family and the Pope, then even if you are a ghost, I won't let you go!"

The count looked at her with burning eyes, and the clear outline was a trace of unpredictable coldness,

"I didn't expect you to maintain the crazy beast so much, but it's just a blessing from the god of water, so I bought you. You're really cheap!"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Mishu was furious. He grabbed the cup on the table and threw it at him. Obviously, he dodged it deftly. His eyes stagnated and raised his eyelids, with a slight sense of sarcasm.

"It's ridiculous that only you, a stupid idiot, have been calculated and died of gratitude to others."

Mishu's anger was a little more fierce, and he couldn't wait to smash this bastard into ten thousand pieces. His big watery eyes were full of burning anger. Before Mishu's attack, the count snorted coldly,

"Do you want evidence? When the two armies fought against each other by the Yellow River that day, the magic fog of our Rasha country was the best evidence!"

Magic fog? Is it the black fog that opens its mouth like a monster and can devour everything?

Mishu was about to ask clearly when she saw a group of people standing outside the Xibo Mansion.

Rila came in with a plate of food, saluted Lord Xibo, and explained to Mishu,

"Madam, this is the silk and jewelry sent by the respected devil."

I saw a team of people standing respectfully outside the door, all leaning slightly and lowering their heads. Everyone held a plate in their hands, which was golden and colorful and dazzling. The leader is a semi-bald middle-aged man. Obviously, he is in his forties, but he looks as pale and weak as a 60 or 70-year-old old man. He doesn't look like a trace of the great momentum that a middle-aged man should have. Behind him was a maid of the same age as Rilla, who lowered their heads humbly and raised their plates above their heads.

When the leading man saw Rilla's introduction, he knelt down and saluted the people in the room.

"Old slave Nickel, see Lord Siber, Mrs. Siber."

The maids behind him knelt down with him and repeated his words in unison.

Mishu was shocked. She was really not used to so many people kneel down to salute her. Although she had been worshipped by so many people when she took out the blessing of the water god in front of all the fallen moon warriors, it was completely because of their piousness to the Pope symbolized by the blessing of the water god.

And the count was obviously not surprised. He resumed his indifference and said lightly, "Get up."

The team of people stood up when they heard the words. The man named Nichol still lowered his head slightly, did not dare to look directly at them, and raised his voice in a shrill voice,

"The great demon lord heard that Mrs. Xibo has recovered, and specially ordered the old slave to send a congratulatory gifts. Mrs. Xibo's longevity and well-being, one emerald jade Ruyi, one silver light night pearl, three pieces of golden silk and Luoluo clothes, a pair of golden silk elastic soft pillows, emerald-eyed robin and blue-bottomed dragon-pattern glazed flower bottles, with a box of jewelry , ten thousand taels of gold, please accept the gift.

Mishu had already been fascinated by the glittering jewelry and rare treasures she had never seen before. She didn't listen to the stubborn and complicated name. At this moment, Nickel asked her to accept gifts, and she seemed to have lost her soul, just staring at those precious things and giggled.

When have you seen such a luxurious baby, Mishu, a small citizen, and Gu Mishu in a rural village? Even looking at it felt like she was dreaming, and these things were all for her. Thinking of this, she completely lost her reason and brain, her eyes were dull, and her saliva almost flowed down.

When Mr. Count saw that Mishu didn't respond for a long time, he glanced at her and was stunned by her tacky look of seeing money. He rolled his eyes contemptuously and winked at Rilla. Rilla immediately came over, took those precious gifts one by one, and cleverly stuffed a silver ticket to Nicole.

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Nichol. This is a little kindness of our wife. Please thank the respectable Lord Mo on behalf of our wife."

Nicer took the reward, naturally smiled and accepted it repeatedly,

"That's natural, Mrs. Xibo, Lord Demon Lord told the old slave that there was another thing. The great Demon Lord was enthusiastic and enlightened and learned that Mrs. Xibo was recovering. In addition, when she first came to the Magic Palace, she was afraid of discomfort. He specially held a banquet for Mrs. Xibo. The Demon Lord will come to the venue to pick up the lady. On the other hand, it is also regarded as Officially introduce your wife to the count, Adira and many other magic tutors, so that you can adapt to the life of the magic palace as soon as possible and get along well with the people in the magic palace. I hope that Lord Xibo and his wife will attend the banquet on time.

Mishu's head was a little sober that she still couldn't think. She probably understood what he meant and answered muddledly, and didn't even know what she said.

Lord Xiber rolled his eyes helplessly and said to Nichol,

"I know. You can retreat."

Nickel and others saluted and then turned around and left. Rilla sent them out sensiblely, leaving only Lord Xibo and Mishu in the room.

Mi Shu looked at those dazzling and rare treasures on the table, passed by infatuatedly, and carefully touched them, as if touching his own baby child.

So many treasures, such as Yu Ruyi and Ye Mingzhu, have never been seen on TV. Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord gave such precious things to her without hesitation. Is this magic palace so luxurious that it can be so rich or does the Demon Lord too much respect her name, Mrs. Xibo, who only wants to get rid of?

The silk and satin feel is really slippery. If you put it on it, you will be afraid of staining this precious and beautiful clothes, and the box of jewelry. When you open it, it is even more dazzling that people can't open your eyes. One is more exquisite than the other, and the other is more valuable than the other. No woman can hold this gorgeous ** at a low level.

Even the seemingly most vulgar and worthless gold 10,000 taels is probably enough for ordinary people in half a sunset country to live a rich life without worry-free food and clothing for a lifetime.

"Humph, money and wealth are indeed the source of human corruption. Those who vowed not to marry a second ago are afraid that they have forgotten their surname in front of gold, silver and jewelry!"

The count's words are full of contempt and disdain, and the tone and attitude are even more uncomfortable than the previous arrogant and indifferent appearance.

Mishu was awakened by this ** naked sarcasm and met his eyes without humility,

"Lord Xibo, I am indeed vulgar and do love money as much as life. I never deny it, because Lord Xibo, who has enjoyed beautiful clothes and food since childhood under a single person, how can he understand a poor man's desire for money?"

Mishu smiled coldly. Although she bent the corners of his mouth, he saw the sadness in her eyes, which he had never seen before. He had seen her cry, be strong, and would rather die than surrender, but he had never seen her like this. Obviously, she was still so stubborn, but it was embarrassing. Ming's heartache.

"Mom cooks cattle and horses outside for money. I dare not say even if I'm sick. I don't have money to see a doctor. How about you? Every day, a large group of people are scrambling to serve you. When you are still coquettish in your parents' arms, I have already taken care of all the housework at home. While you are spending money, I am still worried about tuition fees. Do you know the feeling of pedaling outside in the hot sun in summer? Do you know what it's like to reach into the ice and snowy water in winter? You don't know."

Mishu shook her head and tried her best not to let her tears fall down. She stopped thinking about the painful and difficult time when her father first left. At that time, she had vowed to get rid of her poor life and let Shu Yuanyuan live a good life.

She raised her head slightly, regardless of whether he can understand what she said. A person who never knows what hunger feels like and what despair is like. Why criticizes other people's desire to pursue wealth? She doesn't steal or rob, and strives to make her life better with her family. What's wrong?

What's more, these things belong to Mrs. Xibo, and she will never be.

Mishu calmed down and was a little annoyed. He told him what to do for no reason. Why did he care about what he looked at himself?

The count's blue eyes were stained with a light fog, and there was no ridicule or pity. His thin lips opened, and Mishu heard his cold voice say softly,

"You're wrong, I know."