Xichengshi finally agreed to the request to protect the White Mist God Son.

Even more than the God Son of White Mist, he promised that if something really happened, he would protect the Pupa of White Mist.

After all, it is not about protecting one or protecting two, but also protecting two... This is just a simple promise of protection, and it is already a big profit to exchange for spiritual tools.

Then--

The mist of the coffin!

With a flip of the wrist in Xicheng style, countless cold mists were pulled out between the ten fingers and condensed into white silk threads.

This white silk thread is almost transparent and is not easy to detect.

Tough and sharp.

As long as an ordinary human body is wrapped around this thread, it will probably be dismantled.

"The Line of Mist, Xichengjun, your relationship with the Mist of Mist of the Coffin is so good. You can condense the entity so quickly."

The white mist pupa looked at the fog that was flexibly manipulated by the Xicheng style and sighed a little.

Spiritual tools are items with the "thought of the dead".

Generally speaking, even if you get spiritual tools, it takes time to fit with them and be familiar with the use of spiritual tools.

But the Xicheng style simply skipped this development and directly condensed the entity.

"It's just some silk thread, but I'm still not very skilled in manipulation."

Xicheng style shaking his head.

The reason why he was able to control the fog of the coffin so freely was half because his body was completely restored, and the other half was because of the existence of "death energy".

Yes.

Originally, after breaking the fog ball of coffin and storing the fog into the body, Xicheng-style body still felt a little uncomfortable and painful.

But when he unconsciously mobilized his death energy to relieve the pain, these death energy instantly suppressed the restless mist of the coffin into a well-behaved and obedient little girl, allowing him to be dispatched by Xicheng style.

From this we can also see that the existence form of death is one level higher than that of the mist of the coffin.

Thinking of this, Xicheng Style couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"I am the only one in the God of God...there is another person who can use death energy. Who is that person?"

He was thinking there.

The white mist pupa on the other side was satisfied.

The enhancement of Xicheng-style abilities actually strengthened her protection and the son of Baiwu in disguise, which was beneficial or harmless to them.

She let out a light breath, and a look of relief appeared on her face.

To be honest, Bai Wu Ku Zi didn't want to push Bai Wu Shen Zi so anxiously, even if Xicheng style was the son-in-law she recognized.

But they are now in Tokyo, sandwiched between the Gods and the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

This is undoubtedly an embarrassing situation.

The West City style is a rare person who has no malicious intentions against the God Son of Baiwu, and his ability is enough to protect the God Son of Baiwu.

This is why the previous plot of exhorting Xicheng-style marriage as in the novel happened.

As long as the Son of God is safe, everything will be accepted.

If you are really caught by Yongji, waiting for the son of Baiwu is just a torture that is more painful than death.

"Since I have accepted the spiritual tools, I will fulfill my promise. Aunt Kuzi doesn't need to think too much."

"Well..."

The white mist pupa woke up like a dream, and she looked at the Xicheng style that said this.

"I will definitely do what I promised, and it is the same if I don't use these special means. And I also think that the marriage partner should be chosen by myself."

Xicheng-style eyes were calm, as if she had completely seen her thoughts.

"Yeah..."

Bai Wu Ku Zi was a little surprised, but soon felt relieved.

Xicheng style is a person who keeps his promises, and she has analyzed it before.

But for some reason, now when I heard him say this, I still couldn't help but feel a sense of peace in my heart.

"Xichengjun is really an incredible person."

Bai Wu Ku Zi smiled, raised her bright and gentle eyes, bowed deeply to Xicheng Style, and spoke in an extremely serious manner:

"Then I and the Son of God will ask you."

In response to this, Xicheng Style did not make any exaggerated expressions. He just nodded and responded:

"good."

......

After receiving the powerful spiritual tools, his body has been fully recovered, and he has figured out the causal relationship between the Baiwu family and the Yongji Society.

All the conditions have been prepared, and the Nishicheng style can be said to have completely gained a foothold in Tokyo.

but--

The White Mist Godzi sat on the sofa, put his hands on his thighs, looked at the Xicheng style with his black eyes, and looked at the White Mist pupa on the other side, and then his pretty face suddenly bulged:

"Auntie, and Xicheng, where are you going? I'm obviously ready to eat!"

After hearing this, Xicheng Style, which had just come out of the basement, couldn't help but take a look at the White Mist Godson.

This ice sculpture can still cook?

This is quite unexpected.

"Whether it is cooking or washing, sewing or flower arrangement, brush calligraphy or Sanwei thread, the Son of God has mastered all of it. How about it? Xichengjun, what I said before is still counted now."

The detailed explanation of the white mist pupa sounded.

Is this ice sculpture so many talented?

Xichengshi glanced at Bai Wu Kuizi suspiciously, feeling that the other party was not telling the truth.

But he didn't say it, and took a look at the time before taking two steps back:

"I almost deserve to go back, Auntie Puzi."

But before the Baiwu Puppy responded, the Baiwu Divine Son stood up there.

"Hey? I've cooked so many dishes! Don't you eat a little in Xicheng?"

The disappointment in her voice could almost be heard.

Why would I be so disappointed if I didn’t stay for dinner?

Xicheng style glanced at the White Mist Godson, but added:

"Yeah. I'm going back."

It's past seven o'clock now, and it's a bit bad if you delay too late.

The key is that Nishiki-style cares more about the situation on Rina Asagawa.

I went home too late today, and I don’t know if the little girl is still standing at the door waiting for me.

No, no, no...it's not realistic no matter how you think about it. Rina Asagawa is not lacking in common sense.

If she didn't go back, she would definitely go home too.

Xicheng style shook his head.

"Since that's the case, Son of God, you give me a gift to the Lord of Xicheng, how about it?" Bai Wupuzi suggested.

"good!"

The son of the White Mur, who was originally in a state of loss, was delighted and shouted happily - he agreed without thinking.

Her beautiful face on the side was filled with a happy look, and she was completely less cold than usual.

"The Son of God is such a very kind child. You will know if you have more contact, Xichengjun."

The sound of the white mist pupa sounded.

“… Kind…?”

Xicheng style looked at the White Mist Godson who was in high spirits.

When this stupid guy is not stupid, he looks very beautiful, has a beautiful look, and is also versatile, but kind... I really can't tell this for the time being.

However, this is also considered to be a kind person on the other party, and it would be a bit bad if he refuses casually.

After a little thought, Xicheng style nodded and agreed to the White Murgdao's companion:

"Then I'll bother Bai Wu."

After going back and forth, more than five minutes passed.

Xichengshi never hesitated anymore, and he walked out of Baiwu's house with the God of Baiwu.

The weather that had been improving was worsening again.

The night is rich.

The air was filled with cold air.

The lights of the street not far away are shaking...

This weather...it always makes Xicheng style feel a little uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!