The first tomb of the Baiwu family.

This place is always a place where anyone except the Son of God and the head of the family is forbidden to enter.

This itself is a bone-burying place, and it is deep in the ground, and a cold air naturally flows out.

On weekdays, the land of the first tomb is basically terriblely silent.

But today is different-

The silence was broken!

Bang!!!

The bloody sledgehammer condensed from the mist of the white coffin in Xicheng style hit the river hard.

But the ten-mana skeletons that leaked from the river surface made a low sob sound, and black liquid splashed everywhere and fell into the river surface again.

call--

Xicheng style breathed heavily, and the dead energy lingering around his eyes was spreading around.

This life no longer jumped out of the river like before, but instead dived into the bottom of the water, always looking for opportunities to find opportunities.

This behavior is actually more difficult than jumping out of the water and flying into the wooden boat.

Because as long as it is in the air, it cannot move freely, which is equivalent to rushing over as a living target.

It's different at the bottom of the water.

No matter how powerful the Xicheng style is, it cannot solve the potential of such a turbulent river.

It's like if you don't have other props, just pinching a harpoon and wanting to fish in a particularly turbulent river - something you can't do at all.

“How long will it take?”

Xichengshi asked the son of the White Mist with his hands together.

Five minutes have passed since she prepared the substitute spell.

"It's soon...it's soon."

The God of White Mist wiped the fine sweat from his face, and a look of extreme pain appeared on his fair and pretty face.

Um?

"What are you doing?"

Xichengshi saw bloody marks oozing out of the abdomen of the White Mist Godzi at a glance.

There...something seems to be about to break her belly and squeeze out from her skin and flesh.

"This is necessary for the substitute spell, and it can't stop. But Shijun... in fact, you can rest assured that this scar, the immortal white mist will be repaired soon. Please don't stop me."

The God of White Mist's face was a little pale.

She looked at Xicheng style and felt that she was fulfilling her promise-

‘I don’t want Xicheng-style to die here.’

This sentence is not just a simple saying, she has indeed put it into action.

After all, Xicheng style is her true friend. She doesn't think it's nothing to her.

"I see."

Feeling the determination in her words, Xicheng style nodded, and did not continue to talk too much. At the same time, he looked at the direction of the wooden boat moving forward.

It can be said that it is a flat horse in front. With the added vision of death, Xicheng Style can instantly see something in front of you emitting bright colors.

That is probably the destination of the three wheels.

He calculated slightly in his heart.

About four minutes...it should be possible to get to the place.

“How far is it?”

Just as Xichengshi was thinking, the son of Baiwu also asked.

"About four minutes. I've seen the cave where I want to store the three-wheeled mission. I'll get off there later."

Xicheng style turned around and answered.

What? It's only four minutes?

The White Mist Godzi suppressed the pain and his brain rotated rapidly.

This won't work.

Too slow!

The so-called substitute spell is actually to pull out half of the essence of the secret flower in her body, and then use this half of the essence to create a "path" that is interconnected with the Xicheng style - so that the overall ritual can be considered complete.

Although from the moment, the overall progress can be said to be very fast, the White Mist God understands-

Four minutes is definitely not enough!

She looked at the back of Xicheng.

Xicheng Style is concentrating on observing the surging river surface at this time.

It was obvious that he was thinking about how to deal with the next shock of the living body.

"..." The son of the White Mist.

call...

She took a breath.

The Xicheng style along the way can be said to be particularly taking care of yourself.

Focus on your mind and look at it in a straightforward way.

Although he was not very accommodating to himself, his straight forward attitude attracted the son of the White Mist.

In fact, it is so hard to do in Xicheng style? Just hand over yourself to the Gods Association and lock yourself in a small dark room. Everything will be fine, and there is no need to fall into such a crisis.

At this point, the White Mist God Son actually felt that the other party was a bit rigid - there were so many round ways to get him out of his own quagmire.

But it just...

"I especially like this stereotype."

The son of the White Mist murmured to himself.

This sentence is not only the idea of ​​her, Yamato Satoko's version of the White Mist Godson, but also the idea of ​​the Ice Sculpture Beauty version of the White Mist Godson.

When she said she wanted to protect herself in front of Nishicheng-style Ryoko Kono, she had already planted this seed in her heart.

As we spend these days together, the seeds sprout and bloom.

He can't die in such a place just because he is.

The Godson of Baiwu murmured in a low voice, then raised his right hand.

The snow-white palms were inserted directly into the abdomen!

Puff!!!

Blood splashed everywhere!

The slippery and warm blood oozed out from the fingers, quickly forming a small blood pot.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as Xichengshi smashed the bones back into the bottom of the water, he turned around and saw this scene of self-harm and couldn't help but speak.

"It's okay...it's okay, Shikun. If we don't do this, we won't be able to survive."

The God of White Mist endured the pain and waved his hand.

Next is the key.

Her big black eyes were filled with blood, and her pretty face was twitching due to the severe pain in her abdomen.

Puff——!

The snow-white palm penetrated deeper again.

She seemed to be checking something, her palms were on her abdomen and didn't know what she was looking for.

This behavior hurts when others see it, but she has no intention of stopping.

"Stop." Xichengshi grabbed the wrist of the Godson of White Mur without hesitation, and the always calm voice was rarely mixed with anger: "You have always emphasized that you are the virtual personality of the Godson of White Mur... But your behavior is no different from that ice sculpture stupid egg."

The son of Baiwu also came out to block the knife at any time.

Sometimes she didn't need to block the knife, but she still refused to give in.

This is too stubborn.

"Because both of them are me. In fact... my behavior was also allowed by another person."

The God of White Mist lowered his head, and his palms were stained with slippery and greasy blood.
To be continued...