chew.

Chew and chew.

The son of the White Mist is walking on the road.

Her hands were holding butter paper wrapped in donuts, and her small mouth was chewing quickly.

Cheeks swayed up and down.

She bit her with a donut and looked like a big hamster gnawing melon seeds.

The son of Baiwu sighed in his heart.

The donuts in front of the station were so delicious.

She can eat more than ten big donuts like this one!

After eating this donut, the White Mist Godson sucked the scallion-white fingers with unsatisfactoryness, then looked at the young man who walked silently without saying a word.

This person is in the same class as her, and she has no social relationship with the West City style on weekdays.

To be more precise, Bai Wu Shenzi has no social relationship with her classmates - she is just a lone hero.

But although the son of Baiwu is a lone hero, she also knows that it is not good to walk with the boys at night.

You should know that she is pretty and has the title of "ice sculpture beauty" in private.

If Xicheng style is a bad guy...

But...

Bai Wu Shenzi touched his stomach, and thought of the sweet taste of the donut just now-

She hesitated for a while before shook her head.

People who can buy such delicious donuts for themselves donuts don't look like bad guys no matter how they look.

And if Xicheng Style hadn't rushed over to get rid of the monster, he might have been eaten completely.

Xicheng Style should be a good person, and it is also his own life-saving benefactor.

Maybe he can buy donuts for himself every day in the future!

Then this is a good person who can buy donuts for yourself and take a life-saver.

After analyzing the story in his mind, Bai Wu Shenzi gave a definition of the Xicheng style.

Just as she was thinking, Xichengyi, who was walking in front, suddenly asked:

"Don't it hurt?"

He turned his head and glanced at the Son of White Mist.

Most of the body of the White Mist God Son was bitten to pieces, and there was no trace of scar on the surface.

As for the problem of damaged clothing... Fortunately, the White Mist Godson was only 1.65 meters tall, and the Xicheng-style coat of 1.79 meters tall was enough to cover her upper body and one-third of her lower body.

"Does it hurt?" Bai Wu Shenzi was stunned. She thought for a while before nodding and replied, "It hurts a lot."

Seeing that Xichengshi seemed to be disbelief, Bai Wu Shenzi explained a few words:

"It hurts very much. It hurts very much when I squeeze my right foot back!"

This is not her joke.

The moment she was bitten, she felt severe pain.

But soon she lost consciousness and died, so she didn't know what happened next.

Then when she came over in the West City style, she pushed her thighs back...the pain...it's a blessing that she had experienced it before, otherwise she would have cried out in pain.

"Is that true?" Xichengshi looked at the face of the White Mist Godzi without any fluctuations from beginning to end, and his eyes flashed.

It is obvious that the recovery ability is definitely not something that ordinary humans can have.

But when Xicheng style used black gas to attach to his eyes to look at the White Mist Godson, he could not see any abnormalities in the other party.

Xicheng style rubbing fingers.

He thought of a problem that had troubled him for a long time—

Why did the original owner enter Beijing North High School?

Now... there seems to be a clear answer.

Xicheng style glanced at the White Mist God Son.

The original owner entered Beijing North High School, maybe it was for the son of Baiwu.

There are so many schools, the original owner happened to be in Beijing North High School, and happened to be in the same class as the Godzi of Baiwu. In the end, the Godzi of Baiwu, who was in the same class, happened to have the ability to resurrect from the dead...

So many happen to...?

Is that still just right?

Resurrection from the dead.

This ability...

It is definitely worth the original owner to sneak into the north of Beijing.

"If you have anything you want to ask, ask."

The God of White Mist sternly said with a small face: "You are my savior, and I really want to repay you."

She was cold when she spoke, not looking like repaying kindness, but rather like asking for guilt.

But this is definitely not the original wish of the God Son of Baiwu - she wanted to smile sweetly at Xicheng style.

But she worked hard several times, pressed her eyelids, pulled the corners of her mouth and put them down again. She couldn't laugh, so she had no choice but to give up.

But Xicheng style doesn't care.

He took out the keys and opened the door, and said in a steady voice:

"Please come in, the room may be a little messy."

"I've been disturbed."

The God of White Mur, lowered his head and responded, followed by Xicheng Style, and entered the rental room.

Prepare slippers, pour tea, and sit down.

After all these tasks were completed, Xichengshi asked, "Do you want to call your family?"

He did have many questions to ask the son of Baiwu, but it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. If he didn't notify the other party's family, a policeman might visit the rental room later.

Xicheng Style doesn't want to be charged with abducting a female high school student to go home.

"if you can."

The son of Baiwu nodded gently.

Under the gaze of Xicheng style, the White Mist Godson took out his cell phone from his student bag covered in blood and dust.

That's right, she used the posture of "holding out" the phone.

Moreover, the sitting posture of the White Mist God Son is also very standard.

His back is straight, his eyes always stay on his Xicheng-style face, showing a very well-educated side.

With her holding her cell phone in her hands and speaking softly, she really feels like a lady from a famous family.

"Well, I might be back later."

"Okay, aunt, good night."

After saying these words, the Godzi Baiwu clumsyly hung up the phone call.

Xicheng style brings the other party's series of actions into his eyes and his mind is floating.

But he didn't say anything, just waiting for the White Murak Godzi to stuff his phone back into his bag.

"Okay, Xicheng classmate. I have been waiting for you for a long time. If you have anything to ask, please tell me." Bai Wu Shenzi turned his attention to Xicheng style again.

"Then I'm more respectful than obedient."

Xicheng style mouth is polite, but when the right to speak is transferred to him:

"Why can you come back from the dead?"

Direct and merciless.

The Xicheng style was still polite in the last second, but the next second, such a straightforward question made the God of Wu stunned.

She had known Xicheng Style to ask this question for a long time, and she had figured out how to answer it.

But shouldn’t you ask some trivial questions first and then get into the topic?

How come you get straight to the topic when you get to the West City style?

"I don't like to talk too much nonsense, so I asked the question I want to ask the most."

Seeing that the White Mist Godzi was stunned, Xicheng style added a sentence.
To be continued...