Chapter 39 Strange Dream

Mishu was complacent about his proud calculation. He grabbed Gasil's hand and couldn't help trembling with excitement, and didn't notice what kind of uncertain expression the evil man's face was at this moment.

I didn't feel the other party's reaction for a long time, so I raised my head to urge him, and bumped into his slightly unnatural eyes.

Looking down his eyes, Mi Shu was stunned and stunned. She quickly let go of him and put her hands behind her back. Her face was also a little unnatural, but her mouth was unremitting.

"Well...what, I'm excited for a moment, and I didn't mean to take advantage of you. Can you stop looking so bitter and deep?"

Some people are really born with the talent to turn others into coffee tables, carry out inhumane destruction of various cups and utensils, and have to stand on the coffee table to learn from King Kong beating chests and roaring and flying to show their majesty - "Mrs. Xibo" is obviously particularly talented in this regard, and the so-called genius is a little more than a talent. .

Gasil suffocated and instantly returned to his extreme indifference. Mi Shu did not give up, vowed to evoke his ready-moving heart, and turned around and stared at Lan Jinnian's cold and enchanting face.

"I said you have a lot to do with Adira, right? Just now, when she danced, I saw that your eyes were straight, but she is such a beautiful woman, and it's not surprising that a man will be moved. But I haven't figured out whether you are in love with her or you two, have... what?"

Look at that saying, oh, yes! Mishu is Mishu - such an ambiguous sentence came out of her mouth... Well, well, it became more obscene and unsightly.

Gasil's face was indeed darker. Mishu rubbed her hands and rubbed her palms and smiled, "Gassil, don't be nervous. I just asked casually. I didn't want to go to the devil to complain or casually' about this matter--

"You can go." Lord Xibo did not understand Mishu's feelings at all, and Gasil's blue phoenix eyes raised his eyelashes and threw this sentence to her fearlessly.

Mi Shu was slightly stunned and secretly slandered. His reaction was not what she expected - shouldn't Lord Xibo of the Demon Palace have been embarrassed to explain and clarify after being caught by her, a decent lady, who came out of the wall with his soon-to-be wife Hongxing on his back? Or does he know that the devil will turn a blind eye to his and the second Adira?

It seems that she, the princess, really has no status and significance in Lan Jinnian's heart.

So she, a decent lady who had no status in Lord Xibo's heart, came forward again, and asked with a sadistic expression of great joy and flattery,

"Gassil, do you want to write a touching love song with your dear beauty?"

Gassil raised his eyelashes and glanced at her, "What the hell are you thinking?"

Mi Shu looked aggrieved, "What a ghost idea? I'm so enthusiastic about helping others, so self-savement, so noble, so high..."

"Enough."

Lord Xibo interrupted her coldly, stayed away from her range, turned his back to her, and deliberately prevented him from seeing the expression on his face at this moment. Even he didn't know why he was angry, why he was unhappy, and why he was so abnormal.

Mishu was shocked by his unfounded indifference and inexplicable anger. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly jumped up and said painfully.

"Gassil, are you a fool? You and my ruthless concubine have no intention. Why can't you let me, a helpful person, help you generously and selflessly and promote a good story of eternal love?!"

She finally said this sentence without hesitation. As soon as the words fell, the man in front of her turned around without warning and grabbed her hand at a speed that she had not had time to react. He lowered his body and approached me with a little cold breath. Covering her head, a pair of ice-stained eyes seemed to see through her,

"Mishu, don't pretend to be stupid in front of Benjue. Are you blind? At today's night's banquet, the man who said he would never marry Benjue during the day looks like a good-like in front of the demon who gave him marriage. Don't tell me that you are because you suddenly really fell in love with me and want to marry me. Change so fast!"

Mishu's arrogance immediately weakened and was stunned. She didn't know whether she was a little uncomfortable or guilty. She struggled for a moment and found that she couldn't pull out her hand at all and gave up the struggle, but she didn't dare to look directly at him, her eyes flashed and her mouth hard,

"What... I... I'm greedy and afraid of death. I'm afraid of being knifed and falling to the ground by the devil's hand. There is a saying on our earth that those who know the current affairs are handsome heroes. I... How dare I dare to openly fight against the Demon Lord."

"You still argue!" Gasil's hand was stronger. At this moment, Mishu was just a vulgar man. He had no magic to protect himself. How could he withstand the power of this demon? He gasped in pain, but he stubbornly did not scream, let alone beg for mercy.

When Gasil saw her like this, the flame in his blue eyes was even more, and he let go of her in anger. He hated her for always gritting her teeth and insisting. He hated that he could not be cruel to her and that he always lost his mind in front of her.

Mishu finally regained his freedom and grinned at the red and swollen wrist, but scolded the moody demon in his heart.

Gassil silently ran his magic and forced himself to calm down. In an instant, he regained his composure and said slowly,

"I believe you have noticed all the ausations of the Demon Lord tonight, and you must know that this wedding is inevitable, so please stop meddling in my business. Also, I don't care what you are thinking, no matter what you are planning, as a person who has lived with the Demon Lord for more than 20 years, is qualified to be advised. You said, "He paused and his eyes were deeper. "Don't try to fight with the devil. You can't fight him!"

After saying that, he turned around and left fiercely, and the hem of his clothes floated a chic arc.

Mishu is a little stupid.

She really underestimated this guy's IQ. It turned out that she was thinking about something. Her every move could not escape his fiery eyes. Is she destined to fight the devil? Is she destined to be the victim of this conspiracy? She suddenly collapsed a little discouraged and collapsed **. He, who had just taken two steps, suddenly turned around. His handsome face hesitated for a moment and said,

"Also, a friendly reminder, you'd better not get too close to Anthony."

Huh?

Anthony? Lord Dongbo? Why...

Is it that Lord Dongbo and Lord Xibo are secretly at odds with each other? It doesn't make sense. In addition to the whole magic palace, except for the three sons born by the Demon Lord, one is addicted to wine and sex, and the other is weak and sick and difficult to become a big weapon. Although Lord Dongbo is a man who is romantic and elegant... Well, the only competitor who can do it, is indifferent to fame and fortune. There is no dispute in the world, and he is not interested in the throne of the Demon Lord, and there is no obstacle to the official career of Siberian Gasil to ascend the throne of the Demon Lord. Moreover, even the Demon Lord blatantly ignores rumors and favors him. Why does he have trouble with Anthony?

Wait, is he reminding himself not to get too close to Anthony?

Suddenly remembered that when he accidentally reunited with the beautiful man in white on the night banquet, Gasil, the evil, once interrupted strangely and said that the two of them still had this relationship.

He shouldn't be...

It was too late to think about it. The gone demon once again thought of something and turned around, but he didn't say anything for a long time. Mi Shu looked at him puzzledly and found that there was an extremely strange blush on his face. Mi Shu narrowed suspiciously. The guy looked at him and left a sentence unnaturally. This time, he really closed the door and came out. Go.

Mishu thought left and right and couldn't understand why this guy is so profound every time he speaks.

The sentence he just threw down very awkwardly is,

"Mishu, you are not allowed to sing easily without Ben's permission."

It's ridiculous. She sings as much as she likes to sing. It's none of his business. Not to mention that she won't marry him. Even her husband doesn't have that right to restrict her.

Also, the song of feeding sister Tianhou is a divine song. What a local bun who doesn't know how to appreciate it!

Mishu, who was lying in **, soon fell asleep. She had a dream. After the horrible dream about Casa last night, her dream tonight was so strange.

She actually dreamed of Gasil...

That man looks exactly like Gasil. Obviously, it is Gasil, but he feels different.

She dreamed that she cried and knelt on the ground and begged "Gassil" not to leave her, not to leave, crying so heartbreakingly and heartbreakingly. She can clearly feel how deep her love for that man is, deep enough to make her willing to die for her beloved man.

But the woman obviously looks very similar to herself, but she is different. She has a waterfall-like green silk falling down her waist, which is shockingly beautiful and elegant to make people intoxicating.

Women cry and shout, and there are also endured tears in men's eyes. She can feel that men also love women deeply, but they still choose to leave cruelly...

Mishu suddenly stopped crying. Looking at the man's ruthless back, a mouthful of blood suddenly sprayed out, dyeing her snow-white skirt, the earth, and even her whole dream.

She woke up anxiously and sweated profusely.

Why...why did you have such a strange dream?

Did it happen that Gasier came over last night to mess around that disturbed his mind and had such a strange dream?

However, why is this dream so real that she can't help her heartache...

Why can she really feel the heartbreaking pain? Gasil... Why did he feel familiar when he first met him?

Is there something, something very important that has been forgotten by her...