Chapter 72 Return to Heaven

"Look, Madam's hand is moving!" In Xibo House, Rilla shouted excitedly.

Everyone gathered around, all of whom were so surprised that they couldn't speak. Only Gasil was calm, "Come on, call a magic doctor!"

The magic doctor held his head to diagnose Mishu's pulse and announced that he was unable to return to heaven. For a moment, he was not only relieved that Mishu could miraculously recover from the dead, but also relieved that his life could finally be saved.

"What a miracle! I can't believe that Mrs. Xibo's internal organs were damaged, and even the immortals could not return to rejuvenation. Unexpectedly, the miracle really happened. I reported to the demon master, Mrs. Hong Fu Qitian. Now the pulse has been stable. As long as you have a good rest and take good care of your body, you will have five major obstacles. What a good reward for good people!"

In the magic palace, it is rumored that Mrs. Xibo is kind and kind. She is the first and only strange woman in the history of the magic palace who is not only free from vulgarity but also has amazing talents but also has no airs for her servants. Many servants spontaneously fold bamboo dragonflies for her. This is already a spectacle. I didn't expect such a miracle of resurrection. It will all appear on her.

At the beginning, everyone had no good attitude towards this foreign woman of unknown origin. In just a few days, she wrote one miracle after another. Is it really a fairy in the divine world? Blessed by God, poison is invulnerable.

Of course, the magic doctor doesn't know that there are so many miracles in the world, and Mrs. Xibo is just a mortal body, all of which is because of a prescription of Five Adira.

"Dad! You..." Qi Adila looked at the demon Lord incredulously, and his father's beautiful face was full of panic.

This scene was also found by everyone present, but no one dared to say it, only the youngest and lightest princess pointed it out bluntly.

When the demon master saw everyone's expressions, he touched his face in panic and was shocked. He quickly left Xibo's mansion in an instant with teleportation, leaving only a long but obviously old voice.

"No one should publicize what we have seen today, otherwise we will be severely punished!"

Everyone looked at each other in con's eyes, their eyebrows were locked, and their hearts were heavy.

Only Gasil has no time to pay attention to other things. At this moment, the most difficult person to suppress his excitement is Lord Xibo, who is usually the most calm and listens to things outside the window.

Christine is sour, and the beauty that can't find any flaws is distorted by obvious jealousy. At the moment when everyone is happy in the magic palace, she is the last one who doesn't want Mishu to get better. But Anthony breathed a sigh of relief, took a look at ** and finally had a trace of blood, and restored the image of the elegant man.

A group of people left Xibo Mansion one after another, and the situation suddenly took a big turn. People who thought they would no longer need to act now have to pick up their masks, play their roles, and continue the chess pieces in the hands of the original demon.

Ruth Mary was the last to leave Xibo Mansion. In fact, she was not very sure about her dangerous move. She just held the mentality of a dead horse as a living horse doctor. For a try, she didn't expect that she would really turn the situation around.

I have to say that Catherine has lived for hundreds of years and is indeed the smartest prophet in the world. She can always know what problems Mishu will encounter, and also foresaw that she will not live long to stay with her to overcome all difficulties, so she sent the kit of solutions in advance at the first meeting. It was given to her so that she could escape from death in this desperate situation.

For the man who saved Mishu's life, Gasil has always been not good at words, but just said thanking him from the bottom of her heart. Ruth Mary smiled and said meaningfully,

"Don't thank me. The person who really saved her is not me, but a person..." Ruth Mary frowned and thought about it. Forced by the ** power of a narcissistic guy, she had to say, "He is a tall, powerful and handsome perfect man."

Every adjective makes her laugh and cry, but everything is happy. Just take it as a reward for that little thing. Occasionally satisfying the vanity of the "vulnerable group" is also a virtue.

When Ruth Marie thought so, she suddenly remembered the appearance of a guy who claimed to be a god pet and danced his claws. She didn't know if it would directly carry the AK47 to surpass her if it knew that it was a "vulnerable group".

Oh, by the way, AK47 is a word learned by the "vulnerable group" in a place called Earth. I heard that it seems to be a particularly destructive guy, more powerful than a magic cow. It's much more coaxed.

A weak woman who appeared to be scared showed that she accepted the threat.

The room finally calmed down again, and Gasil looked affectionately at ** finally no longer leaving his beloved woman. His blue eyes were full of grateful crystal light, dazzling.

I have to admit that this woman who has only known for a few days, in just two days, made him experience extreme emotions that he had never experienced in his life - unparalleled happiness and desperate hysteria.

He has never felt that he is really alive at this moment. He has lived in the world with blood, sadness and joy. In the past two decades, there was nothing in his heart except revenge, such as a walking dead body, but because of her unquestionable intervention, which made him painful and happy.

Like poppy, it is extremely poisonous, but sweet.

** suddenly made the first sound since she fell into a coma. Obviously, she hadn't opened her voice for a long time and was hoarse. Gasil got up to her ear excitedly and nervously and finally understood what she said.

"Water."

Two days and nights in a coma, without eating anything, unconsciousness, of course, she will instinctively express such a desire.

Gasil hurried to pour water and helped the weak and weightless Mishu from **. Mishu's dry lips, which were still in a coma, touched the coveted water source and instinctively ate all the sweetness into his stomach, and then relaxed his frown with satisfaction.

Mishu in the dark seems to have had a long dream. There are flowers all over the mountain, a warm and gentle spring breeze like a lover's embrace, and many people she has seen before. She feels familiar in the dream, but she can't remember where she has seen it. She also saw Baika, dream The white card in it is no longer the little one that is only the size of a cat, not a cat, a tiger, not a tiger. It suddenly becomes a strange man who is as tall and burly as his father, as beautiful and handsome as her mother. If she hadn't recognized its voice, she would really be very lustful. Take advantage of it, but at the thought of its original "real body", she felt that goose bumps ran out.

Human and animal love, written in the novel is quite touching. When you really face it, it is really not so easy to accept.

She also dreamed of Lao Mi, her dearest and most reluctant father.

But for some reason, everything is gone, and the flowers compiled by Manshan are gone. What shocked her most is that her father is also disappeared.

She was so scared that she woke up from her dream.

This dream is so long that it makes it difficult for her to open her eyes.

Like a newborn baby, Mishu opened her eyes with difficulty and saw the peerless beauty she was familiar with.

Facing the uncontrollable excited eyes in the eyes of the man who had always been as calm as water, Mishu, who had just walked around the Lord of Hell, opened his eyes and just smiled at him.

Weak and pale, but in each other's eyes, they are so precious and dazzling. It's just a simple smile, but it's like a world of empathy and mixed feelings.

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Mrs. Xibo finally woke up. Although she was recovering from a serious illness, although she was still weak, the Demon Lord did not delay the wedding. Tomorrow's wedding will be held as scheduled to celebrate with the country.

Although Mishu no longer cries and shouts that she would rather die than marry Gasil, even if their relationship is like a couple, they are not happy or excited about the wedding that officially enters the countdown.

Tomorrow means that there will be many unexpected big events tomorrow. The reincarnation of Jessica and Rosie Bell will burst into some amazing sparks. Will the blood sacrifice go smoothly as the devil wanted, and will the Pope, who has been immobile still, take action tomorrow...

Everything will be settled tomorrow, and the long-cherished wish of hundreds of years and the future of the Magic Kingdom will be final tomorrow, becoming the most important event in history.

Mishu, who came back from the dead, is calm. She has not recovered yet, and her body is still very weak. The poison of the blood essence soup is really unbearable. It will take months or even years for the damaged internal organs to fully recuperate. However, Gasil did not stop Mishu's insistence to get out of bed and was dragged by her. With a feather-like body, he walked out of Xibe's house.

Looking at Mi's depressed back, Gasil's blue eyes overflowed with a set of firm eyes.

He secretly made up his mind that tomorrow's ending, no matter what happens, he will never put her in danger again, even if he will encounter a life and death again...

Mishu was dizzy. Of course, she didn't know what Gasil was thinking behind her. She paced slowly for a short time, breathless, and finally arrived at her destination.

She looked at the graceful woman who had been waiting there, pulled the corners of her mouth hard,

"You are really here."

Ruth Mary looked at a large sea of blood-like enchanting flowers under the cliff and showed a delicate smile that was only a little inferior to the beautiful sea of flowers.

"Because I knew you would come here."

Mi Shu smiled and walked to her side and looked at the poisonous flower blood mandala that she thought was beautiful Manzhu Shahua that day, but it was a poisonous flower cultivated with human blood. Unexpectedly, the poisonous flower she was afraid of that day would be the benefactor who would save her life one day.

She looked at the flower without any fear in front of her and asked gently,

"How did you know, Manzhu Shahua... Oh, no, it's a bloody mandala, can you save me?"