As the eldest daughter of Baiwu’s parents, you must abide by the principle of repaying the kindness you have to be grateful!

The same is true for the Son of White Mist.

There is a reason why she came out with the West City style.

Some time ago, Xicheng style saved her life, and then she kept bringing her donuts. She always wanted to repay this kindness.

However, after thinking about it, the God of White Mur, could not think of any good way to repay.

After all, the other party saved her life, and if you want to repay her, you can only pay for her life - how is this possible!

But as the eldest daughter of Baiwu’s family, Baiwu’s God Son cannot do nothing.

Trouble, Trouble - but even more tangled, the God of Bai Wu is a woman with self-restrainedness!

She doesn't have only donuts in her mind.

So she squeezed out her usual time to read books and made a special trip to knit a scarf for the Xicheng style.

This is definitely her work, and she also believes that Xicheng style will like it.

But I never found a chance to hand over the scarf to Xicheng style.

Therefore, when Xichengshi said she was visiting her house today, the Godzi Baiwu was still a little excited for a while.

Now she and Xicheng Style are around. Because the weather is too cold, no one else is seen on the road for the time being. It is a good opportunity to hand over the scarf to Xicheng Style.

The Godzi of Baiwu has always thought that he was a smart, decisive and capable woman.

Now that all the conditions have met the standards, she no longer hesitated and simply took out the scarf from her bag and wanted to hand it over to the Xicheng style.

Then--

Bang!

The dull human body collision sounded.

"it hurts!"

Bai Wu Shenzi let out a cry of pain. When she realized that she was actually hugged by Xicheng style, and half of the scarf pulled out fell to the ground.

What's the situation?

She widened her beautiful eyes and looked around as if she had reacted.

Something is not right around you.

The surrounding street lights were weak, and the rich night had unknowingly cut off the back path.

You should know that this is the most popular place in Japan, where the per capita annual income level is the highest. It is already strange that there are no street lights on such a long road.

The most important thing is-

What's going on with these bad guys?

The White Mist God Son stood firm again, and at the same time, he watched the gangsters holding daggers and machetes constantly rushing out of the dark corners.

The Xicheng Shi beside her breathed heavily, with a hint of coldness in her eyes.

These people must have been ambushed at this position in advance.

And look at the eternal rosary beads wrapped around their wrists...

Xicheng style is slightly sank in his heart.

The people of the eternal sacrifice meeting.

Sure enough, no one in this world is stupid. After the Aoki Spring disappears, Yongji took action quickly.

His eyes were filled with death, and he turned his gaze to the people in front of him.

The number of enemies is five, two six-magic curse, and three five-magic curse.

If his injuries had not recovered, he would definitely be in a tough battle now.

but--

Xichengshi has recovered from all injuries and he also knows the original owner's full strength.

The original owner possesses the power of the Eight-Yuan Guishu, and the West City Style also obtained the special spiritual tool "The Mist of the Coffin"...

to be honest.

These five people are not difficult enemies to deal with for Xicheng Style.

Just when Xichengshi turned around and planned to let the god of Baiwu stay in place and not rush forward-

"Xicheng, they should be... people who want to be unfavorable to us, right?"

The son of Baiwu frowned his slender and beautiful eyebrows tightly.

"Yes." Xichengshi answered without thinking.

After all, they came with a knife at night. If you want to answer "No", you just look down on the IQ of the God of Bai Wu.

"Yeah?"

The son of the White Mist swallowed.

In fact, there is no need to say Xicheng style. She can feel these people's unblocking malice towards herself and Xicheng style.

But... it's not OK to be afraid!

She grabbed Xicheng's arm hard, then rushed up directly, and shouted without looking back:

"Xicheng! Run! My palace behind!"

When he said this, the pretty face of the White Murak Godzi, who had never had feelings, showed his dry and bitter expression that he wanted to cry but forced himself to not cry.

Alas... Last time, in order to save the guy Hasegawa... I was bitten in half by a monster.

It hurts to death.

"I don't know if it hurts when the machete and dagger slash on the body."

This is...

The Godzi of Baiwu saw Minghuang's machete falling down...the last thought.

......

“…” Xicheng style.

Xicheng style with his head tilted.

He first glanced at the members of the Yongji Society who were lying on the ground, dying, and then looked at the White Mist God Son who was huddled in his arms and exhaled slightly, and inhaled.

This little girl's beautiful face was so furious.

"This ice sculpture is stupid."

Xichengshi couldn't help but shake her head again.

Just now, the God of White Mur pulls him back and rushes up directly.

Then...

Then the left hand was cut off by a shiny machete.

She screamed in pain, tears streaming, and blood splashed out in an instant.

But even so, she still used her only left right hand to pinch her broken hand, using it as a weapon, and slapped these members of the Yongsheng Society with no rules.

While using her broken hand as a weapon, the little girl shouted, "Don't underestimate me!" "I'll fight with you!"

Even the members of the Yongji Association were stunned for this fierce look.

Just when they planned to stab the little girl who was not afraid of death, Xicheng Shi rushed up without saying a word, just raised his hand and knocked them down with his death breath.

They were beaten to pieces.

Those who cut off the arms of the White Mist Godson, Xichengshi, did not hesitate to break their hands and feet.

Yes, just use force and break it.

"It's really..." The Xicheng style is a little helpless.

In fact, he can solve it alone without the help of the God of Wu.

But who could have thought that the White Murakan God moves so fast?

He is obviously a fool in the ice sculpture.

Xichengshi shook her head in sighing and glanced at her phone again.

He had contacted Kawano Miyin just now, and he probably would be able to come over to cure the aftermath soon.

As Xicheng style thought like this, the White Mist God Son in his arms had a new movement.

“Hmm?”

The white mist god son moved his eyelids and let out a low moan, and his whole body gradually woke up.

Seeing that she was finally awake, Xicheng Shi also moved her mouth, intending to ask her if she felt uncomfortable in her body.
To be continued...