The Xicheng style responded to the next page.

'I actually have the right to see my family, but the more I meet them, the more I cannot soothe my loneliness. When I think I can't live with my family, I feel that this kind of meeting behavior is just increasing loneliness and making me suffer. I don't know what Sister Masako and Moriyuki think.'

"Sister Masako...? Mother Fukuyuki?"

The Godzi of Baiwu was stunned when he saw the name.

For some reason, there is always an indescribable emotion in my heart.

Xichengshi glanced at the expression of the White Mist God Son beside him, remembering what happened not long ago.

Masako Baiwu... This is the sister of the Godson of Baiwu.

She was caught by the Yongjihui and eventually died. After Xichengshi solved the resentment she turned into, she picked up her notebook, which can be regarded as a preliminary understanding of the Yongjihuihui organization.

But the God of White Murch didn't know all this. She looked at the words left behind in that line and murmured to herself:

"I have a sister... I don't know how she is now... Is she still alive?"

As he said that, the Godzi Baiwu shook his head, thought for a while and changed his words: "No, she must be alive. She must have a chance to meet in the future. You said right? Shijun?"

The sudden name of the God of White Murch was on him, which made Xichengshi unable to help but bounce his fingers.

He knew the final outcome of the White Mist Godson, and even Masako Bai Wu was carrying the notebook with him, but he was concerned about the mood of the White Mist Godson, so Xicheng style never said it.

Because she has the bloodline of the direct lineage of the Baiwu family, Masako Baiwu was caught by Yongjihui and injected a large amount of secret flower dew. In the end, the immortal power of the secret flower dew backfired, causing her whole body to be covered with blood and pus.

Before he could not stand it at all, his internal organs were taken out by the Eternal Ji Society, and his body was abandoned in a abandoned building for rent in Sato.

Until his death... Baiwu Godzi's sister Masako even believed that her sister would come to save her...

For anyone, this way of death can be said to be inhumane.

Xichengshi was silent for a while, then looked at the God Son of Baiwu.

The big eyes of the God of White Mist were staring at the diary in his hand without blinking.

Xicheng Style breathed, and without thinking, he asked back:

"...I know... something about your sister, but do you want to hear it?"

He decided to hand over the decision to the son of Baiwu.

Because this is the private matter of the son of the White Mur, he does not have the right to hide it.

The temporary concealment may be good intentions, but it is hard to guarantee that the God of White Mur will not be searching for the dead Masako in the world in the future.

The greater the expectations, the greater the sense of gap and disappointment.

At that time, it would only make the God of White Mist even more painful.

"Shijun knows..."

The head of the White Mist God Son turned around.

In his eyes, there was a smooth expression like Xicheng style.

But there seemed to be something else mixed in that expression.

The more you reach this point, the more sensitive you become.

She was silent for nearly a minute before she asked in a low voice: "It doesn't seem that pleasant news, Shijun."

"Um."

Xicheng style nodded without any hesitation.

It has already been said that it is equivalent to opening the skylight and talking without any need to hide it.

"Yeah?"

The Godzi Baiwu swallowed his dry throat, then reached out to wipe his eyes, and his breath suddenly sank.

After a while, her optimistic voice sounded: "Then forget it. Let me tell my sister about it after the matter is resolved. Shijun."

But anyone could hear that her optimism was completely suffocated, and her tone was much lower.

The White Mist Godson actually heard a little bit from Xicheng's words - his sister may have...

But if she made it clear now, she would definitely be unable to suppress her emotions and cry.

But if you really cry, it would be a waste of time.

There is a skeleton of a resentful spirit in front and a mortal festival in the back. The situation has not changed. Wasting time here is equivalent to dragging the Xicheng style to death here.

She felt that she could not be so willful.

No matter how much I want to know in my heart... I can only grit my teeth and endure it with a tough forehead.

"I'll go out for some breath, Shijun."

Bai Wu Godzi left a sentence and turned around and left the study.

She was afraid that if she saw the records about Masako Bai Wu in her diary again, she would really be unable to help crying.

"..." Xicheng style.

Whether it is the Baiwu family or the Yongji Society, there are no good things on both sides.

The last one was suffering from the little girl like the Godson of Baiwu - her family was destroyed and her sister died tragically...

Thinking of this, the Xicheng style did not waste time, so I continued to turn down.

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The White Mist Godson in the diary looked very sad.

For example, if the flowers and plants she planted withered a little, she would write some articles about love and moon at her desk, and for example, if it rains one day, she would write some sentences about her loneliness and sadness in her heart.

This looks like a sentimental little girl.

In the diary, the White Mist Godson always mentions his mother and sister, and occasionally mentions the White Mist Pupa.

However, based on the description of the image of the White Mist pupa in the diary, Xicheng style is not good at making conclusions about the White Mist pupa that grows into the bones and the White Mist pupa that hides outside Morigu Mountain.

Originally, Xichengshi thought this was equivalent to the diary of the White Mist Godson's mistress. When he planned to close it, the content of the last two or three pages made him cheer up.

I saw the beautiful handwriting written in my diary as follows:

‘I haven’t seen my family for a month.’

‘Because the atmosphere of the Baiwu family is wrong recently. I later learned from the heads of the family that it seems that many people in the family do not agree with the use of the immortal curse only on the son of gods. Among them, the one with the biggest resistance was the younger brother of the head, Bai Wuren... He seemed to want everyone to obtain the immortal curse. He also founded an organization of the eternal sacrificial association? However, it is obviously impossible to promote the immortal curse among the people - there are not so many secret flower dews in the Baiwu Temple.’

‘And those who are passionate about immortality are really creepy… I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I always feel that it’s a bit abnormal for them to look at me.’

‘It shouldn’t be true. In a few days, it will be the day when the substitute spell is transferred. If the head of the family gets the three-wheeled title of the Mizuho Abyss, there shouldn’t be so many disapproval voices.’

‘If it really doesn’t work, I can only escape with my family and leave Baiwu’s house when the turmoil occurs.’

The beautiful handwriting brought a hint of determination.

"Bai Wu Ren? The three-wheeled order of the Abyss of Mist Hidden?"

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