As the daughter of the White Mist family, you must abide by the principle that you must repay the kindness!

The same is true for the White Mist Divine Son.

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

Some time ago, Xicheng Shi saved her life, and since then she has been bringing her doughnuts, and she has always wanted to repay this kindness.

However, after thinking about it, the White Mist Divine Son couldn't think of any good way to repay him.

After all, the other party saved her life, and if she wants to repay her, she can only resist her life - how is this possible!

But as the daughter of the White Mist family, the White Mist Divine Son can't do nothing.

Tangled, tangled - can be tangled again, the White Mist Divine Son is a self-reserved woman!

She doesn't just have donuts on her mind.

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

It's definitely her brainchild, and she's sure the West Side will like it.

But I haven't been able to find a chance to give the scarf to Nishijo-shiki.

Therefore, when Xicheng Shi said that he was going to visit her house today, the White Mist Miko was still a little excited for a while.

Now there are only two of her and Xicheng around, because the weather is too cold, and there is no one else on the road for the time being, it is a good opportunity to hand over the scarf to Xicheng Shi.

The White Mist Miko has always considered herself a smart, decisive, and capable woman.

Now that the conditions have been met, she no longer hesitates, and simply pulls out the scarf from her bag and wants to hand it over to Xicheng Shi.

And then—

Boom!

The dull sound of human bodies colliding sounded.

"It hurts!"

The White Mist Miko let out a cry of pain, and when she reacted, she was actually hugged by Xicheng-shi, and half of the scarf she had pulled out fell to the ground.

What's going on?

Her eyes widened and she looked around as if she had reacted.

The situation around... Something isn't quite right.

The surrounding street lights are faint, and the thick night has unconsciously cut off the back road.

This is Minato Ward, the place with the highest per capita annual income in Japan. It's already strange that there are no street lights for such a long stretch of road.

The most important thing is -

What's going on with these bad guys?

The White Mist Divine Son regained his footing, and at the same time looked at these gangsters armed with daggers and machetes that kept rushing out from the dark corners.

And Xicheng Shishi, who was beside her, exhaled heavily, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

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

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

Xicheng-style heart sank slightly.

The people of the Eternal Sacrifice Society.

Sure enough, no one in this world is stupid, and the Eternal Festival took action quickly after the Aoki Spring disappeared.

His eyes were lifeless, and he cast his gaze on the people in front of him.

The number of enemies is five, two of the Spell of Six, and three of the Spell of Five.

If he hadn't recovered from his injuries, he would have been in a bitter battle by now.

But—

Xicheng style has now recovered from all his injuries, and he also knows the full strength of the original owner.

The original owner has the power of the Eight Imperial Spells, and the Xicheng style also got the special spirit tool of 'Mist of the Tree'...

Let's be honest.

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

Just when Xicheng Shi turned around, planning to let the White Mist Divine Son stay where he was and not rush up-

"Xicheng, they should be... Someone who wants to be bad for us, right? ”

The White Mist Miko furrowed her slender eyebrows tightly.

"Hmm." Xicheng Shi replied without even thinking about it.

After all, everyone came over with knives at night, and if you want to answer 'no', you simply look down on the IQ of the White Mist Divine Son.

"Really?"

The White Mist Divine Child swallowed.

In fact, she didn't need Xicheng style to say it, she could feel the undisguised malice of these people towards herself and Xicheng style.

But... It's not okay to be afraid!

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

"Xicheng! Run! My Highness! ”

When he said this, the pretty face of the White Mist Miko, who had always been emotionless, also showed a dry and bitter color that wanted to cry out and insisted on not crying.

Alas... Last time, in order to save Hasegawa's goods... Bite in half by a monster.

It hurts to death.

"I don't know if machetes and daggers hurt when they slash on my body."

This is...

The White Mist Divine Son saw the machete falling... One last thought.

......

"......" Xicheng style.

Nishijo-style tilted his head sideways.

He first glanced at the members of the Eternal Sacrifice Society who were lying on the ground and dying, and then at the White Mist Divine Son who was curled up in his arms and exhaled and inhaled slightly.

This little girl's good-looking face is crying.

"This ice sculpture fool."

Xicheng couldn't help but shake his head again.

Just now, the White Mist Divine Son pulled him back, and he rushed up directly.

And then...

Then he was cut off his left hand with a shiny machete.

She screamed in pain, tears welled up, and blood splattered out in an instant.

But even so, she still used her only remaining right hand, pinching her severed hand, using it as a weapon, and slapped the members of the Eternal Sacrifice Order in an orderly and forceful manner.

While using her severed hand as a weapon, the little girl shouted, 'Don't underestimate me!'' I'm fighting with you!'

This menacing appearance made even the members of the Eternal Sacrifice Society stunned.

Just when they were about to give this little girl who was not afraid of death two more knives, Xicheng Shi didn't say a word, and rushed up directly, just raising his hand, and put them down head-on with death gas.

Beat them to a bloody mess.

Those who cut off the arms of the White Mist Gods, Xicheng Shi didn't spare any hands, and broke their hands and feet.

Yes, directly force, break alive.

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

In fact, he didn't need the help of the White Mist Divine Son at all, he could solve it alone.

But who would have thought that the White Mist Divine Son would move so fast?

It's obviously an ice sculpture fool.

Xicheng shook his head with a sigh and glanced at his phone again.

He had already contacted Yayin Okano just now, and it was estimated that the other party would be able to come over soon to deal with the aftermath.

Xicheng Shi thought like this, and the white mist god son in his arms had a new movement.

"Huh?"

The white mist god's eyelids moved, and he let out a low groan, and the whole person gradually came to his senses.

Seeing that she was finally awake, Xicheng Shi's mouth also moved, and he was going to ask her if there was anything uncomfortable in her body-

"Xicheng? Are you okay! I shouldn't have hurt somewhere, right?! ”

The White Mist Shenzi jumped up, with a serious expression and a little bit of a warm question, which made the Xicheng style a little inexplicable.

What do you mean when you ask me if there's something as soon as you open your mouth?

You've been cut to pieces by others, and you've died again.

"I think that Bai Wu-san, you should care more about your own physical condition instead of caring about me."

Xicheng said a little speechlessly.

You're dead.

Why are you still so big-hearted?

But who knew that the White Mist Divine Son scratched his head and showed a rare smile:

"Hey, hey... Xicheng, you're fine. I'm not going to die anyway. ”

As he said this, the big black eyes of the White Mist Divine Son were radiating a soft brilliance.

Her expression was extraordinarily serious, without the slightest pretentiousness, and her pretty face was covered with jet-black hair - obviously it had hurt too much just now, and the cold sweat that flowed down made her hair sticky.

You don't even have your life, and you're still here to care about others?

Nishijo exhaled deeply.

He is the one who gives the White Mist Divine Son a few donuts to eat, and at most adds a relationship to protect the White Misty Divine Son... Other than that, it has nothing else to do with the White Mist Divine Son.

But the other party's performance just now desperately bought time for himself to escape...

This made Xicheng Shi can't help but think.

Isn't it time to change your opinion on the White Mist Miko?

'Miko is a very kind child, and you will understand it in the future, Xicheng-kun. ’

The words of the white mist chrysalis rang out.

This made Xicheng Shi take a look at the White Mist Divine Son.

If that's not called kindness... That's just stupid and cute.

It's just that he doesn't hate this kind of stupid and cute person.

Nishijo sighed.