"Regarding the record of the White Mist Family's divine son's recovery of memory, there are actually very few in the entire White Mist Family, and I have also read the White Mist Family's collection of books before because I care about this matter..."

The White Mist Divine Son looked thoughtful: "I only found a record in one book about the White Mist Divine Son's recovery of memories... It's just a short sentence of inexplicability. ”

Xicheng Shi, who had been listening to the side, couldn't help but touch his chin.

This White Mist family is too desperate, and there is only one sentence about the recovery of the memory of the Divine Son when he rummags through the books...

But the question still has to be asked, Xicheng looked at the White Mist Divine Son.

That sentence seems to mean... In front of the secret flower, only the temple master can see the back road of the lost memory of the gods. ”

Only the temple master can see...

This is indeed a clueless and vague statement.

The temple master here should refer to the head of the White Mist family.

And in front of the Flower of Secret...

Nishijo turned his head to look at the dense flower floating behind him.

"In front of the Flower of Secret..."

He muttered to himself.

Specifically pointed to the identity, and indicated the location...

Well, of course, there is a problem with the Xicheng style.

Why does it have to be the head of the White Mist family to see the 'back road of the Divine Son who has lost his memory'?

What's so special about him?

The answer may be surprisingly simple -

Three-wheeled order.

Xicheng's eyes flashed, and the intricate patterns swirled vaguely under the eyes.

He activated the three wheels and looked at the dense flower that was hovering in mid-air.

From the perspective of the three wheels, the translucent flowers with a faint blue light are visible in all the details.

And where the petals of the Secret Flower are shining, a mysterious and quiet white light is flickering.

Is that...?

Nishijo-shiki narrowed his eyes.

"Did you find anything, Shiki-kun?"

"Hmm... It is a thing to be a little worried about. ”

Nishijo nodded.

The little girl's intuition is really as sharp as ever.

Xichengshi raised his hand to signal her to step back, and then flicked his wrist-

The rope formed by the condensation of the mist of the coffin shot into the rock wall, and the wrist shook again, and the rope of the mist of the coffin contracted, and the body of the Nishijo-style was stretched to the side of the dense flower in mid-air.

At this time, the Nishijo style discovered the white light body wrapped in petals.

It was a flower seed floating in a translucent flower bud.

This flower seed looks unremarkable, and even the three wheels can't see what wonderful energy it contains.

Could it be... This flower seed is the key to recovering the memory of the White Mist Divine Son?

Xicheng didn't think for long, he simply reached out and took off the flower seed.

And at the moment when his finger was about to touch the flower seed—

Shout!

A sharp wind sound came from the air, followed by the cry of the White Mist Divine Son: "Shiki-kun! Be careful! ”

In mid-air, the dark blue rhizome of the Dense Flower actually squirmed and pumped towards Xicheng's body!

And the Nishijo style itself is in mid-air, and it can't make left and right dodge movements.

Even if you loosen the rope condensed by the mist of the machine, you won't be able to dodge this volley just by relying on the speed of the fall.

In this case, the Xicheng style actually turned over, rope traction, and the body went up to dodge the volley.

"Is that really the case?"

The Nishijo style who was clinging to the rock wall stared at the dense flower that was gradually subsiding down below, and muttered to himself.

Through all the previous encounters, he had already taken precautions, and he also suspected that the Flower of Secret had low intelligence, and he expected this to happen.

It's just that Xicheng didn't expect that when taking flower seeds, the other party would suddenly attack.

And that strength...

Nishijo glanced at the deep groove in the rock wall behind him.

If you smoke him this time...

But there is good news.

Nishijo looked at the Dense Flower that had completely subsided.

It seems that it is only when the seeds are taken that the flower of the secret will riot and attack people.

"Shi-kun, are you alright?"

The White Mist Miko half-tilted his head.

She saw the attack of the Secret Flower just now.

The rock wall can be directly smashed.

"I'm fine." Xicheng waved his hands and pressed his feet against the rock wall behind him.

He plans to try again.

It's like an injection, taking advantage of the fact that one of the arms is not paying attention -

Boom!!!

He kicked hard at the rock wall.

The sheer thrust brought him close to the Secret Bud in an instant.

And then the next moment -

He stretched out his palm, and took advantage of the fact that the secret flower was not paying attention, and directly plucked the flower seed.

It's really a secret flower that doesn't pay attention.

It didn't even move the leaf stems, and when the Xicheng style completely landed and pulled the White Mist Divine Son to rush out, it seemed to have discovered something, and it rioted wildly!

The overwhelming rhizome is extracted! Smash it hard at the West Castle style and the White Mist Divine Son!

But it was too late.

Xicheng Shi had already pulled the White Mist Divine Son out of the cave with a dodge.

Only the huge dense flower of the crazy riot behind it was left, and it was as impotent and furious as a human.

......

"Looks like it can't get out of the cavern."

Feeling the fierce tremor of the ground, Xicheng stopped and looked at the dusty cavern behind him.

It's like a menopausal woman who has lost her son, even if she runs out of the cave, the secret flower is still tossing in it.

But that has nothing to do with the West Side style.

What he was going to get his hands on was there.

Under the gaze of the White Mist Divine Son, Xicheng spread his palms.

This is a crystal clear flower seed.

Its surface glows with a faint white light, and it looks very mysterious.

"It's... The flower seeds of the Secret Flower? ”

The White Mist Divine Son was really well-informed, and he could see what was in Xicheng's hand at a glance: "That is to say... Shiki-kun is the flower seed that robbed the secret flower... That's why it's like this? ”

Her mind is quick, and she thinks of something in a split second.

"Could it be the key to recovering my memory... On the seeds of the Flower of Secret? ”

"I'm not sure either." Xicheng replied flatly.

Yes, he can't be sure either.

After all, he only roughly deduced this result, and whether he could use this flower seed to recover his memory still depends on the follow-up performance of the White Mist Divine Son on this flower seed.

"......" The White Mist Divine Son choked half to death by this sentence.

Co-author, you don't know if you have abducted other people's children?

But to be honest, the White Mist Divine Son doesn't have much respect for the White Mist Family's Secret Flower. After all, so many of the tragedies of the previous gods were created by the flower of secrets.

She even wished that the Xicheng style could pull out all the dense flowers and rhizomes.

But that's obviously what a strong man can't do.

It is impossible for the White Mist Divine Son to let the Xicheng style get into danger.

Compared to that...

She looked at the flower seed, her eyes shining with a little light.

This flower seed, and the secret flower in her body... There seems to be some kind of resonance going on.

Just by taking a look at this flower seed, the White Mist Divine Son inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity in his soul.

And that's just a glance.

If you come into direct contact... What will happen?

The White Mist Divine Son took a deep breath, and his slender palm touched the Secret Flower Seed in the palm of the Xicheng-style hand.

Bang!!!

It's like something is ringing in your ears.

The pupils of the White Mist Divine Son shrank, and the scenes from the past memories flew through his mind.

There are memories that have been.

Memories that have not been made.

Memories with Nishijo-shiki...

These are all reproduced in my mind like a movie.

She completely sank into the world of memories.

And the Xicheng style in the outside world looked at her quite strangely.

This is...?

From the surface of the White Mist Divine Son's skin, an incomparably thick immortal white mist oozed.

Senbai's immortal white mist was pulled out, and then all of them poured into the seeds of the Secret Flower.

As if to remove miasma, the Secret Flower Seed absorbed the immortal white mist that the White Mist Divine Son obviously couldn't bear.

Seeing this, Xicheng finally understood why the White Mist Divine Son lost his memory and consciousness when he was wrapped in the immortal white mist.

Every time you die.

The body of the Divine Son will be eroded by the immortal white mist.

The part that belongs to the 'humans' will also be invaded by the immortal white mist.

The more times they die, the more immortal white mist will gush out, and the more the gods of the White Mist family will stick to the 'Secret Flower'.

This is the reason why the White Mist Divine Son loses his memory when he dies.

And the seeds of the Secret Flower are mainly grown by absorbing the immortal white mist.

Use the flower seeds to extract the excessive immortal white mist from the body, and the memories belonging to the white mist god son will come back.

Yes, the three-wheeled eye of the West Castle style is not mistaken.

The Secret Flower Seed itself has no power.

It's just a container for absorbing the immortal white mist.

And that's enough.

Looking at the White Mist Miko, who was completely caught in the world of memories, Xicheng stood up while glancing around.

While she regains her memory, it is better to explore the surroundings.

The Xicheng style is this kind of character that is a little idle.

But the next moment—

He looked at the entrance to the cavern behind him as if he was aware.

Someone's there!

"Who?"

Xicheng just asked, and at the same time, the three-wheeled pattern in his eyes turned, and Sen Ran's dead air also appeared.

This feeling is not the mother of the White Mist Divine Son, but a more dangerous character!

"It's me, Xicheng."

The man standing at the entrance to the cave walked out.

It was a young man.

The other party's eyebrows and facial features are clearly outlined, and the overall bias is delicate, which has the feeling of an idol on TV, but his face reveals an indescribable sense of coldness and hardness.

If you compare the girly male idol in the mother, it is very different.

In addition to this, the young man had a hideous-looking tattered puppet stuffed into his shoulder.

It's supposed to be an ordinary rag puppet... But the Xicheng style always has a feeling of being watched by it.

But that's not the most important thing.

And most importantly... Does this young man know me?

Xicheng's eyes twinkle.

And if you look closely, you can clearly find that the other party is the same as yourself, and there is a dead air in the depths of your body.

Xicheng Shi was silent for a while, retracting his posture, but his mind was still on guard: "Ah... It turned out to be you. ”

He said hello not too close and not too cold.

But the next moment—

The young man standing in the cave looked over and suddenly said, "Xicheng, is there something wrong with your memory?" ”

Well?!

Xicheng-style eyebrows twitched, his eyes looked at each other calmly, and his heart felt a little turbulent.

I was born again.

He also has no memories of the original owner.

All along, the West Side style was well hidden, and almost no one noticed that there was anything wrong with him.

But now...

"Well, something did go wrong with memory."

Nishijo replied without hesitation.

He didn't choose to hide it.

It's better to say that lame concealment will make the other party more suspicious.

It's better to follow what the other party said.

"Really?"

The young man's eyes flashed slightly, obviously he didn't intend to dwell too much on this issue, and introduced it very neatly: "My name is Beichuan Temple, and the relationship with you will be talked about when I have a chance later." Do you remember my address? ”

"To tell you the truth, I forgot most of the things."

The Nishijo-esque voice replied smoothly.

"I live on Nimachi Street, Bunkyo District, you can just follow the house number to find it." This Beichuan Temple obviously didn't plan to continue talking nonsense, and he felt straightforward and resolute in everything he did and spoke.

He didn't ask the reason for Xicheng's loss of memory, and simply tilted his head and said, "Have you solved everything?" ”

"Almost, there's a big thing in there."

Nishijo replied simply, pointing to the cave where the Great Secret Flower was located.

Even now, you can hear the sound of the rock wall collapsing and the ground shaking.

"The Flower of Secret..."

Beichuan Temple muttered, and then turned to look at the gods of the White Mist Family who were kneeling neatly.

A sea of blue dense flowers... It was rooted in their flesh and swaying slightly.

The atmosphere is slightly dull.

After a long while, the White Mist Miko let out a low groan and slowly opened his confused eyes.

Seeing this situation, Xicheng Shi also took the initiative to say goodbye: "This time the matter has almost been resolved." I'm going to send the Miko of the White Mist family back to Tokyo, so I won't stay here. ”

He took everything he should have taken, the three wheels and the stand-in spell.

The whole person has also reached the level of the Ten Imperial Spells, which is already more than 160 points when converted into death units, and it makes no sense to continue to consume it with the huge dense flower inside.

So I want to say goodbye directly.

And this sentence is also a temptation of Kitagawa Temple.

If the other party stops him here, then nine times out of ten, the other party is coming towards the White Mist Divine Son.

"I see."

Without the intention of blocking him, Beichuan Temple gave up his position, and watched with a calm face as Xicheng pulled the white mist god who had not yet returned to his senses and left.

It wasn't until the West Castle Style was completely out of his field of vision that he stretched out his palm.

The pitch-black dead air wriggled into a blood-soaked sledgehammer.

He didn't say anything, he just carried the sledgehammer and walked towards the cave of the huge dense flower without hesitation.

At this time.

The Flower of Secret is raging...

......

"Shiki-kun." The White Mist Divine Son shouted, and at the same time looked at the palm that was pinched by Xicheng-style, and his face was slightly red.

She wanted to withdraw her hand, but she felt a little rude, so she let Xicheng take her hand.

That's a rare thing.

Whether it is the white mist god of the ice sculpture beauty or the white mist god of Yamato Nadeshiko, they should not be shy about holding hands.

But after recovering his memory, the White Mist Divine Son has such a humane performance.

Xicheng looked in his eyes: "How do you feel?" ”

"My memory has basically recovered."

The White Mist Miko replied without much hesitation.

Oh?

Xicheng Shi stopped and asked, "What about you with another personality?" ”

"It's one with me. After all, she is the embodiment of my former character. ”

The White Mist Divine Son replied with a red face.

“... I know. Nishijo nodded, "Let's go out, it's time to go back to Tokyo." ”

Oh, yes...

It's time to go back to Tokyo.