After about five minutes of explanation, Xicheng finally knew why the White Mist Miko came to the conclusion of getting married.

It's just—

"You're mistaken." Xicheng Shi said expressionlessly: "I just want to see your aunt for something." ”

"Uh... Do you mean that all of my analysis is made up out of nothing, made up in the dark, fabricated out of thin air, and purely imaginary? ”

The White Mist Divine Son looked at Xicheng Style, and muttered again:

"Wait... Xicheng said he wanted to see my aunt... My aunt asked me again how I thought of Xicheng... Could it be that my aunt wants the old cow to eat tender grass? ”

“......”

Xicheng Shi glanced at the white mist god who was seriously analyzing, and couldn't help but shake his head, angry and funny.

In his last life, when he was in China, he had never met such a little girl who knew how to make up for his brain.

If the White Mist Chrysalis hears her current speculation, it is estimated that the ears of the White Mist Mitsuko will be screwed off.

Forget it, the more you talk about it, the more chaotic it becomes, it's safer to wait for the afternoon to bring some souvenirs and go directly to Baiwu's house.

He turned to Keihoku High School instead.

As for now.

Let's get through the class time first.

.......

It was already past three o'clock when school ended in the afternoon.

According to the 'clever plan' of the white mist miko, Nishigi made a special trip to the sake brewery to get a bottle of junmai sake in good condition.

The price of this bottle of wine is not low, but Xicheng style is not short of this money, so he took it on the spot.

"My aunt likes sake the most, especially the refreshing junmai sake." As he spoke, the White Mist Miko glanced at the cardboard bag that Xicheng-style was carrying.

She sighed a little.

Xicheng Shi is really rich, and the money to buy this bottle of wine is enough for her to eat desserts for a month or two.

"Thanks to your clever plan." Xicheng replied simply.

"That's my 'secret strategy', if it were placed in the Heian era, I would definitely be a strategist like Zhuge Liang."

The White Mist Divine Son straightened his chest proudly, and there was obviously no expression on his face, but he showed a very strong look.

Be like a strategist—

This little girl is really confident.

The West Side style is a little funny.

Besides, what was it to be a strategist in ancient Japan? Commanding a dozen or so people fighting in front of the village?

However, the other party finally gave a good suggestion, so let her go a little here, and don't pour cold water on her in this regard.

Passing by the station, Hakumiko bought a doughnut as usual, and then the two of them got on the train and headed straight for Minato.

Twenty minutes later.

"Good afternoon, Aunt Chrysalis." Xicheng Shi said hello and handed the souvenir to the white mist chrysalis.

"Xicheng-kun, in fact, you can come here if you want to, you don't need to bring souvenirs at all."

The white mist chrysalis squinted his eyes and smiled, but still accepted the souvenir.

This is a common practice in Japan.

If you don't even want to accept the souvenir, this is not giving face to the visitor.

"It turned out to be a good wine from Kikusho Masamune."

When he took the paper bag, the white mist chrysalis glanced at the cardboard bag, and then glanced at the white mist god.

Last time, she only told Xicheng that she was good wine, but she didn't tell him that she liked that category, and Xicheng came back with the White Mist Miko...

The white fog chrysalis knew it in his heart at once, so the smile on his face that greeted Xicheng became brighter:

"Please come in, Xicheng-kun, Miko and I will go make tea."

"Then I'll bother."

Xicheng nodded and stepped into the White Mist House.

This is the second time he has come to Baiwu's house, and the indoor environment has not changed, it is still clean, simple and neat.

"Please use tea."

The white mist chrysalis serves the teacup.

With the lesson of the White Mist Divine Son last time, Xicheng Shi only took a shallow sip this time and raised his head and said:

"Actually, I came here this time mainly because I wanted to talk to Aunt Chrysalis."

He bit down on the phrase 'I want to talk to Aunt Chrysalis'.

The white mist chrysalis understood at once, she looked sideways at the white mist god son and said, "Divine son, there is nothing to help you with for the time being, you can go up and do your homework first." ”

"Huh?" The White Mist Miko, who had been sitting next to him and was about to eavesdrop, was dumbfounded.

Next, at the critical moment of deciding whether her aunt will marry or not, how can she go up so easily...?

"Son of God."

The white mist chrysalis lowered its tone and called softly.

Uh-

The White Mist Miko shrank his head.

If my aunt spoke in this tone, it meant that her patience was about to be worn out.

"I see."

The White Mist Mitsuko didn't seem to have any expression, but if he looked closely, he would obviously find that the other party was a little depressed.

"Let Xicheng-kun see a smile." The white mist chrysalis watched the white mist god go upstairs and turned his gaze:

"So, what's the thing to ask...?"

"Aunt Chrysalis, you should know about Masako Hakumist, right?"

Xicheng Shi looked at the other party's expression and asked word by word.

This is a matter about the Eternal Sacrifice Society, and in a sense, it also involves one's own net worth and life, and it must be taken seriously.

Listening to the Xicheng-style words, the white fog chrysalis was stunned for a moment, and then sighed, his voice was full of reminiscence:

"Masako... What a nostalgic name. ”

She turned to look at the West Side and smiled kindly:

"Actually, Xicheng-kun, you don't have to worry, I'm a person who likes to go straight, and playing with my mind is something I don't like to do."

"If I want to tell you, I will tell you everything, and if I don't want to tell you, I will also keep my mouth shut and will not say a word."

The white mist chrysalis picked up the teacup.

"Masako Hakuri is the younger sister of Miko. A year ago or two years ago, she was forcibly taken away by someone who betrayed the White Mist family, and she still doesn't know whether she lives or dies... But today Nishijo-kun suddenly asked me about Masako... I guess you got news from Masako, right? ”

Speaking of which, the white mist chrysalis looked at the Xicheng style.

Her eyes were clear, and her eyes were full of seriousness:

"And judging from the fact that you asked me to distract the Divine Son, it is most likely bad news."

What a smart woman.

Xicheng sighed in his heart.

Unlike the White Mist Divine Son, the White Mist Chrysalis is much smarter.

"Xicheng-kun, please forgive me for saying it first."

The white fog chrysalis seemed to see through what Xicheng was thinking, and whispered softly:

"The Son of God is very wise. She is the most qualified god son in the past, the person who has the greatest expectations from the family, speaks softly, her eyes are gentle and soft, and she is full of elegance between her hands and feet... At that time, the Son of God was fully worthy of the title of 'Son of God'. ”

Soft-spoken? Gentle and gentle eyes? Elegance between the gestures and the feet?

Nishijo touched his chin.

In his mind, he imagined the image of the white mist miko looking at the beautiful ladies of the cherry blossoms falling.

Immediately afterwards, he imagined that the white mist god couldn't suppress the small broken steps as soon as he saw the doughnut, and went directly to buy the husky image and eat it.

Well... It's still more reliable in the back.

"Is it because of memory?"

Nishijo asked, thoughtful.

"Hmm." The white mist chrysalis nodded, and then said, "I'll talk about this later." ”

She glanced at Xicheng style with deep meaning, and she was still a little satisfied in her heart.

So the white mist chrysalis took a sip of tea:

"The reason why Xicheng-kun came here, I probably know. You must be asking about the Eternal Sacrifice Society, right? ”

Here it comes!

Although he noticed the gaze in the eyes of the white mist chrysalis, Xicheng didn't care.

He perked up:

"I want to hear about it."