"So I'm actually not in such a hurry."

The white fog chrysalis looked at Xicheng style with a somewhat serious expression:

"I just want to ask you about your marriage to the Son of God and how many children you want after your marriage... Yes... By the way, I personally think five or six are good, the woman's surname is Baiwu, and the boy's surname is not a problem with Xichengjun's surname. ”

Xicheng coughed dryly.

"It's rude."

The white mist chrysalis showed a standard smile again: "Then let's bring the topic back, Xicheng-kun wants to know about the immortal spell, right?" ”

"Yes." Xicheng nodded, thought about it and added:

"But before I get into that, I'd like to ask, before me, if anyone else came over to ask about the immortal spell?"

Yes, he followed the clues of the art of immortality.

In fact, the most important thing is to find out those possible forces.

The original owner infiltrated Jingbei University for the purpose of immortality.

And there are two branches here.

One is the ability of the original owner to thirst for immortality.

The second is that he was instructed by an organization to track down clues to the art of immortality.

Xicheng Shiji did not find any clues that the original owner had accepted this task in the Guangji Society.

It stands to reason that the original owner himself was eager for this ability, so he sneaked into Jingbei.

But don't forget that there is an organization besides the Kaiguang Maji.

The organization that sent an unsigned email to the West Side!

Did they point out the original owner to find the art of immortality...?

Did they meet with the White Mist Chrysalis before the Xicheng Ceremony?

Xicheng Shi stared at the white mist chrysalis, hoping that she would give an answer.

"There have been such people."

The white mist chrysalis did not shy away from it, and simply said it.

"In fact, when Miko and I first settled around here, those people had already come to the door."

"They said they wanted to be compatible with and protect the Son of God, but I refused."

The white mist chrysalis put down the teacup and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before the words could be spoken, a trace of sadness quickly flashed in the supple eyebrows.

She sighed shallowly:

"Miko and I just want to live in peace, and it's just a very small wish. But it can't be done. ”

"Even if the White Mist Family, which created immortal spells and created 'Divine Sons', has died... Nor can it be realized. ”

The white mist chrysalis raised its head, and the focus of its eyes fell on the floor-to-ceiling glass door.

The next moment.

It was like talking to the wind monster, and an emotionless dream sounded from her mouth:

"With a thick white fog... The White Mist family has disappeared in the depths of Morinomiya Mountain. ”

"He who longs for immortality... In search of the immortal..."

"Presumably, they will all be swallowed up by the thick white mist that fills the air... Together with the liver, limbs, torso... All devoured clean. ”

Xicheng suddenly turned around.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass door -

Snowflakes are falling.

The cold snowflakes fell, and there were puffs of foggy white cold air...

A white mist of the same color as the skeleton.

Just about to put people... Wrapped in it.

The white mist chrysalis only stared at it for a moment before retracting its gaze.

She reverted to the appearance of Yamato Nadeshiko, and smiled at Saijo-shi before saying:

"By the way, Nishijo-kun just asked about the identities of those who want to protect me and Miko... Right? ”

"I've forgotten the specifics, after all, it was all a year ago when I first arrived with Miko, but I still remember what they called themselves-"

The white mist chrysalis raised a finger and spat out a word:

"The Imperial Spirit."

Gojinkai?

Hearing this term, Xicheng-style eyebrows raised, and a feeling that seemed to be very familiar welled up from the depths of his heart.

This is the physical reaction of the original owner.

Could it be that the original owner came from this organization that called itself the Imperial God Society?

Westtown-style eyebrows are furrowed.

If you want to know that, it seems that you have to look at the meeting at Cure Coffee tonight.

He put away his messy thoughts, looked at the white mist chrysalis again, and asked:

"In other words, now that the White Mist Family has disappeared, the method of obtaining the immortal spell has also disappeared. Right? ”

"Exactly. And I don't recommend that Xicheng-kun try to pursue the immortal spell. ”

The white mist chrysalis said as he refilled the tea for the Xicheng style.

"Oh?"

It is not advisable to pursue the Immortal Spell...?

What does this mean?

"Because the White Mist Family's immortal spell itself is incomplete."

The white fog chrysalis is still so straightforward, and there is no intention of going around in circles.

It's just that when he said this, Xicheng clearly felt that something seemed to be suppressed under her soft and gentle voice.

Anger?

Grievances?

And it seems to be both?

"The memory problem of the Son of God. I think you know about Xicheng-kun, right? ”

The white mist chrysalis turned its head sideways.

"Yes."

Xicheng Shi answered.

He had long noticed the memory problem of the White Mist Divine Son.

I only know that the immortal spell is the inheritance of the White Mist family, but I can't say what kind of inheritance it is.

I even forgot the time when I moved to Tokyo from other places.

This strange situation cannot be explained by a simple 'fool'.

"The flaw of the immortal spell is related to memory?"

The West Castle style reacted in an instant.

"Not bad." The white mist chrysalis nodded and said word by word: "Every time you die, the white mist eats away at the memory. It's not even just a memory..."

"Personality, bottom line, three views, common sense... and even emotion. ”

The white mist chrysalis lifted the teacup back up.

At this time, the tea was already cold, but she still drank it:

"Xicheng-kun, may I ask what is left of people in the end if they lose these?"

Nishijo shook his head.

This question is not difficult to answer.

Even the personality, bottom line, three views, common sense, and emotions have disappeared.

People are just simple, walking dolls.

At that time, it doesn't really matter whether you die or not.

The immortal white mist, I didn't expect the sequelae of obtaining it to be so great.

"That's the end of this topic for the time being, I'm sorry to make you feel unhappy, Xicheng-kun."

The white mist chrysalis stood up and bowed in apology.

"It's me who wants to ask about this, and it has nothing to do with you, Aunt White Mist."

Xicheng stood up and signaled that the other party didn't have to do this.

He probably understood why the White Mist Chrysalis directly said the sentence 'When will you marry the Divine Son' when they first met.

As an aunt, the White Mist Chrysalis undoubtedly hopes that the White Mist Divine Son can be happy and safe.

She didn't want the White Mist Divine Son to get involved in anything related to the immortal spell again, and that was of course for her.

Xicheng also knows that in fact, the white fog chrysalis still hides a lot of things that are not said.

The truth about the demise of the White Mist Family.

What is the specific original location of the White Mist House?

These... The white mist chrysalis didn't say anything.

It seems to be exactly what she said.

Everything back then was pulled into a fog thicker than the night.

Just as Xicheng was thinking, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Xicheng-san? When did you come? ”

This phrase is supposed to convey the meaning of 'surprise' and 'surprise'.

But because of the overly cold tone of the White Mist Divine Son, there was a feeling of forcing Xicheng.

But the White Mist Divine Son didn't care so much.

She was still reading a book on it just now, and as soon as she came down and was about to pour herself a glass of water to drink, she saw the Xicheng style.

White Mist Miko's calm, waveless big black eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance.

She was impassive and expressionless on the surface.

But my heart was already cheering.

Great!

The good donuts are here!