With an incomprehensible color in her eyes, the Calamity Witch slowly floated under the withered acacia mangroves.

"Grandma......

"Su Hua. Come over here and say hello to your grandpa. ”

"Grandpa!?"

Nian Ai Suhua looked at the Calamity Witch in surprise, and then stared at the acacia mangrove tree in the courtyard in disbelief.

Gong Xingyun on the side heard the words and carefully looked at the acacia mangrove.

Di Qi suddenly opened the lace folding fan and laughed, "I see, I see." ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Mu Yue looked at Gong Xingyun and Di Qi, and Mengzhu beside him wrote the word "gossip" all over his face.

Pursing her lips tightly, Octavir turned her head to look at Gong Xingyun.

"Hey, Dao Monarch of [Chongdao Palace], didn't you say that you want to liberate the soul of the Witch of Calamity? Why don't you get your hands dirty yet? ”

"What's the hurry!?"

Gong Xingyun glared at Octavier dissatisfied.

"Naturally, I have my plans! It's not your turn yet! ”

Although he tried his best to put on a dissatisfied expression on his face, with the delicate little face, a maid outfit and the little tiger teeth exposed at the corners of his mouth, Gong Xingyun was really more cute than majestic.

At this time, Nian Ai Suhua slowly walked to the side of the Calamity Witch, "Grandma, you said grandpa...... What is the meaning? ”

"This is your grandfather."

Stretching out her hand, the Calamity Witch wanted to touch Nian Ai Suhua's head with a gentle smile on her face, but found that her hand went directly through the other party's body.

The stunned expression disappeared for a moment, followed by a helpless wry smile.

"Really, I never treated you well when I was alive, and I can't touch my head when I'm dead...... My grandma is a real failure. ”

"No, it's not such a grandma!"

Two people who are more like sisters than grandchildren stand under the acacia mangrove.

Mu Yue suddenly felt a little worried-it was really worrying, Mengzhu was holding Mu Yue's heart and crying.

Octavier and Copperfield looked at each other, although they wanted to take back the relics as soon as possible, but the atmosphere at this time also made the two of them suppress the impulse in their hearts.

The Witch of Calamity raised her head to look at the withered acacia mangrove tree, and said slowly:

"The first time I met your grandfather was in Greenwich, England."

"The two little ones over there, do you know what they were called when I wasn't a Calamity Witch?"

“…… Blessed Holy Maiden! Beverly Gary! ”

Word for word, Copperfield gritted his teeth and said the long-sealed title.

"Yes, I was the blessed saint of Britain at the time. But Beverly Gary's name can be discarded, and since she is married to the East, call me according to the rules here, and now my name is Nian Ai Acacia. ”

"Why? Why did you, as a blessed saint, turn your back on the Lord, steal the holy relics and flee to the East? ”

"Why?"

Nian Ai Acacia recalled the bits and pieces of the year.

“…… When I met Su Hua's grandfather, when I was young, he was no longer a blessed saint. ”

"Wait! I'm confused! ”

Mengzhu frowned cutely and looked puzzled.

"The Holy Maiden of the Blessed Spirit? The name shouldn't be associated with the curse, right? But doesn't it mean that your bloodline is inherently cursed? Could it be that your blessed spirits there are specially designed to curse people? ”

After saying that, Mengzhu stared at Octavir with a very strange gaze.

"The so-called curse is actually a ...... of words"

Octavir shook her head slowly.

“…… At that time, the power of the spirit of speech was the crown of Britain, and it was this power that made her a saint of the spirit, but the Lord is fair, and the powerful spirit of words brings the fate of being born with a curse. ”

"The stronger the power, the greater the curse! And becoming a blessed saint can counteract the erosion of the curse in a certain way, so every blessed saint in Britain is actually a cursed saint......"

"What about the cursed saint...... Is that also a saint? ”

Nian Ai sighed.

"What kind of child is this blessed saint? Can you tell me about it? ”

Octavir shook her head and said, "Ever since you defected from Britain, the position of the Holy Maiden of the Blessed Spirit has been vacant. ”

"Is there a vacancy? …… It's good. ”

After saying something that Mu Yue and the others didn't understand, Nian Ai Acacia continued to tell the past with Nian Ai Suhua's grandfather and Nian Aixiao.

"At that time, Su Hua, your grandfather, Xiao was so high-spirited and lofty."

"At Greenwich, I spotted him in the crowd at a glance. And then—as you think, uncontrollably fell in love with him. ”

"Although the saint does not forbid love, but the saint with the cursed blood falls in love with a foreign person, and it is destined not to end well......"

Octavir sighed.

There have been many similar records in the literature throughout the ages.

"I don't know, but I'm still in love with him. However, my love not only brought disaster to me, but also caused Xiao to fall into the abyss of despair. ”

"Grandma...... Grandpa......"

Nian Ai Suhua couldn't cry, and looked at Nian Ai Acacia standing under the acacia tree in a daze.

"However, despite the curse of misfortune that haunted us, Xiao and I eventually got together - for a while, we were happy."

"I thought maybe Xiao would give me salvation. The end result was that I and he were thrown into a situation from which we could never recover. ”

"Maybe my intrusion into Akatsuki's life was destined to be a mistake, and I couldn't withstand the power of the curse, and Akatsuki's life came to an end - I stole King Arthur's blood crystals to save him."

It turns out that it is for this reason that the lovesickness stole the British relics?

Mu Yue and the others looked at each other, before this, they had always thought that Nian Ai Suhua's grandmother had stolen the holy relics in order to dispel the curse in her bloodline.

"It's a pity that in the end, Xiao's life was not saved......"

Speaking of which, Nian Ai looked at the withered acacia mangrove in front of him obsessively.

It's obviously a soul, but there are still teardrops in the corners of his eyes.

The tears flying in the air turned into fireflies of light particles and lingered around the acacia mangrove trees for a long time.

"Su Hua, this acacia mangrove tree was planted by me and your grandfather back then."

"Originally, I thought that when it bloomed with nine hundred and ninety-nine acacia red flowers, we would make a wish under the tree together, and maybe we could use this to dispel the curse."

“…… But ah, we didn't get to wait for that day. ”

"When the ninety-eighth acacia saffron bloomed, your grandfather died and was buried under this acacia mangrove."

"It was also that day, just that day, that nine hundred and ninety-eight acacia saffron flowers withered in an instant."

"Grandpa...... Grandpa......"

Nian Ai Suhua knelt down in front of the acacia mangrove tree, tears falling on the roots of the tree, splashing small but poignant tears.

This time, Nian Ai Acacia did not let Nian Ai Suhua get up, but just stared at the Acacia mangrove for a long time, as if he saw Nian Aixiao's voice and smile.

The translucent hand lifted, trying to caress the trunk, but penetrated again.

"I have a concentric field, and I wish you to plant acacia flowers."