In the end, Xicheng Shiki agreed to the request to protect the White Mist Miko.

Even more than the White Mist Divine Son, he also promised that if something really went wrong, he would also protect the White Mist Chrysalis.

After all, it's not protection that protects one, and protecting two is also protection... This is just a simple promise of protection, and in exchange for the spirit equipment, it is already a big profit.

And then—

The Mist of the Coffin!

With a flip of Xicheng's wrist, countless cold mist was pulled out between the ten fingers and white silk threads were condensed.

The white thread is almost transparent, so small that it is not easy to spot.

Tough and sharp.

As long as the ordinary human body is entwined by this silk thread, it is estimated that it will be dismantled.

"Line of Fog, Xicheng-kun, the compatibility between you and the fog of the coffin is too good, you can condense the entity so quickly."

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

A spirit apparatus is an item with the 'thoughts of the dead'.

Generally speaking, even if you get a spirit tool, it will take time to get in touch with the spirit tool and become familiar with the use of the spirit tool.

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

"It's just some silk threads, and I'm still not very skilled in manipulating."

Xicheng shook his head.

Half of the reason why he was able to manipulate the mist so freely was due to his complete recovery, and the other half was because of the existence of 'dead air'.

Yes.

Originally, after breaking the mist ball and collecting the mist into the body, Xicheng's body still had some uncomfortable pain.

But when he unconsciously mobilized the dead qi to relieve the pain, these dead qi instantly pressed the restless mist into a well-behaved and obedient little girl, and let it be dispatched by Xicheng.

From this, it can also be seen that the existence form of dead qi is one level higher than that of the mist of the coffin.

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

"I'm the only one in the Imperial God Society... There's another person who can use death air. Who is that person? ”

He pondered over there.

The white mist chrysalis on the other side is satisfied.

The enhancement of Xicheng-style ability is actually a disguised increase in the protection of her and the White Mist Divine Son, which is beneficial and harmless to them.

She exhaled softly, and there was a rare look of relief on her face.

To be honest, the White Mist Chrysalis didn't want to push the White Mist Divine Son out in such a hurry, even if Xicheng Shi was the virtuous son-in-law she identified.

But now they are in Tokyo, caught between the Gojinkai and the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

This is undoubtedly an awkward situation.

And Xicheng style is a rare person who has no malice towards the White Mist Divine Son, plus his ability is enough to protect the White Mist Divine Son.

Because of this, there is a plot of Xicheng-style marriage persuasion as in the novel.

As long as the Son of God is at peace, then all things can be accepted.

If he is really caught by the Eternal Sacrifice Society, waiting for the White Mist Divine Son is just a torture that is more painful than death-

"Since I accept the spirit tool, then I will fulfill my promise, and Aunt Chrysalis doesn't have to think too much."

"Uh..."

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

"I will do what I promised, and I don't use these special means. And I also think that the choice of who to marry should be made by yourself. ”

Xicheng's eyes were calm, as if he had completely seen her thoughts.

"Is it..."

The white mist chrysalis was a little stunned, but was quickly relieved.

Xicheng style is the one who keeps his promises, and she has analyzed it before.

But for some reason, when I heard him say this now, I still couldn't suppress a sense of stability in my heart.

"Xicheng-kun is really an incredible person."

The white mist chrysalis smiled, raised his bright and gentle eyes, bowed deeply to Xicheng Shi, and spoke in an extremely serious manner:

"Then I will leave it to you with the Son of God."

In this regard, Xicheng Shi did not make any exaggerated expressions, he just nodded and responded:

"Okay."

......

After receiving the powerful spirit equipment, his body has fully recovered, and the causal relationship between the White Mist Family and the Eternal Sacrifice Society has been clarified.

All the conditions have been prepared, and it can be said that the Nishijo style has completely established itself in Tokyo.

But—

The white mist god sat on the sofa, put his hands on his thighs, looked at the Xicheng style with black eyes here, and looked at the white mist chrysalis there, and then his pretty face puffed up:

"Auntie, and Xicheng, where have you been? I'm ready to cook! ”

Hearing this, Xicheng Shi, who had just come out of the basement, couldn't help but take a second look at the White Mist Divine Son.

Can this ice sculpture fool cook?

This is quite unexpected.

"Whether it's cooking or laundry, sewing or flower arrangement, calligraphy or shamisen, Miko has mastered it all. What do you think? Xicheng-kun, what I said earlier is still counted. ”

The white fog chrysalis sounded with a detailed explanation.

Is this ice sculpture fool so versatile?

Xicheng glanced at the white mist chrysalis suspiciously, feeling that the other party was not telling the truth.

However, he didn't say anything, and only after glancing at the time did he take two steps back:

"It's almost time for me to go back, Aunt Chrysalis."

But before the white mist chrysalis could respond, the white mist god over there stood up.

"Huh? I've cooked so many dishes! Don't you eat a little bit of Xicheng? ”

The disappointment in her voice was almost audible.

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

Xicheng Shi glanced at the White Mist Divine Son, but still added:

"Hmm. I'm going back. ”

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

The key thing is that Nishijo Shiki is more concerned about the situation on Rina Asakawa's side.

I came 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 to think about it, and Rina Asakawa is not lacking in common sense.

If she hadn't gone back, she would have gone home too.

Xicheng shook his head.

"In that case, how about you send one to Xicheng-kun, Son of God?" The white mist chrysalis proposed.

"Good!"

The White Mist Divine Son, who was originally in a state of loss, was overjoyed and shouted happily - he agreed without thinking about it.

Her beautiful face on the side had a joyful look, and it was completely devoid of her usual coldness.

"Miko is really a very kind child, you will know if you have more contact, Xicheng-kun."

The sound of the white mist chrysalis sounded.

“... Is it kind...? ”

Xicheng looked at the white mist god who was in high spirits.

When this fool is not stupid, he looks really beautiful, has a beauty taste, and is also versatile, but kind... I can't really see it for the time being.

However, this is also a good intention of the other party, and it is not good if you refuse it at will.

After thinking for a while, Xicheng nodded and agreed to the companionship of the White Mist Divine Son:

"Then it's troublesome for Bai Mist."

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

Xicheng Shi didn't hesitate anymore, and he walked out of the White Mist house with the White Mist Divine Son.

The weather that had been better has worsened again.

The night is dark.

There was a chill in the air.

The street lights not far away are crumbling...

This weather... It always makes Xicheng feel a little uncomfortable.