Changle Palace, inner hall.

The footsteps were a little staggering, and accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol, they gradually approached the huge bed.

But in the inner hall, in addition to the uneven breathing sound, there was also a murmuring murmuring.

"No...no..."

What don't want it?

Di Beiyu's footsteps suddenly stood at the door.

It was not until I heard her voice that I suddenly came to my senses, and I walked here unknowingly.

He obviously didn't want to come.

He obviously didn't want to see her, especially the coldness and impatience on that face, especially the panic-looking paleness on that face.

So he was probably really drunk.

The tall figure stood at the door for a while, with a light on the table, and the swaying candlelight pulled the shadow on his ground slanted and long.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, a scream rang out of control behind him.

"Don't...stop!"

The man suddenly stopped.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the woman on the bed suddenly sitting up, her pupils shrinking slightly, and the horror and rapid breathing on her face all told her that she had a nightmare just now - if it weren't for the dim light, her face would probably be pale again.

Di Beiyu's chest shook slightly, and he subconsciously stepped on his long legs and walked towards her.

The moment Su Miao heard the sound of footsteps approaching, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open were full of fear.

Di Beiyu had never seen such a look on her face - she had always been fearless, as if no matter what happened, she could calmly solve it, as if all her luck and wisdom were favored by her alone.

But at this moment, she was actually frightened.

Because of a nightmare.

Di Beiyu's heart contracted slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse for some reason, and he blurted out, "It's okay, it's just a dream."

She looked at him for a long time, and seemed to realize who the person was. Her lips moved, "It's not a dream."

The woman suddenly grinned and laughed at him, "It's true, she's really dead, she's dead in front of me... it's not a dream."

Di Beiyu's pupils suddenly shrank.

Maybe the candlelight was too dark, or her face was too ugly, or maybe the fear that had sprinkled in her eyes had not completely faded, so even her smile seemed cold and a little scary at this moment.

The next second, the man suddenly leaned over and hugged her - he obviously didn't want to do this.

"No, it's just a dream." He patted her back, turned his head and kissed her forehead, and said softly: "She is still alive, you remember it wrong."

Alive?

Su Miao closed his eyes, and the irresistible sarcasm spread in his heart.

She watched the executioner take his own eyes and the blood splatters everywhere. The same scene was played back countless times in her mind. The eyes stared at her until death. As a result, the culprit actually told her - still alive?

Oh.

Su Miao sniffed, "Are you drunk?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly pushed him.

Di Beiyu was pushed away by her unexpectedly. She wanted to say something, but she saw that the woman's face was a little pale, and she had recovered from her calm indifference at some point, as if all the fear just now had disappeared.

His pupils shrank again, but his movements stopped, and his Adam's apple rolled, "I'm not drunk."

Su Miao looked at him expressionlessly, "Oh."

After saying that, he was about to lift the bedding and continue to sleep.
Chapter completed!