White Mist Miko is actually a girl who is very afraid of death.

Even if she always pulls an iceberg face, she can't hide this.

Because... Or die with severed hands and feet... It just hurts.

Even if you can be resurrected and resurrected, it will inevitably hurt too much when you die.

Think about it.

Just a little toe hitting the corner of the table is enough to make people roll all over the floor in pain.

Then take off the whole hand, one leg ... How much does that hurt?

The White Mist Divine Son is very afraid of pain, so he is naturally very afraid of death.

But why did she have to save Xicheng with her body... Even if sometimes Xicheng doesn't need her to save at all?

That's because there's a what-if.

What if Nishijo-style didn't avoid the shadow that could cut the human body in half?

What if the West Side slips under your feet?

can use his immortal life to exchange for a life that is only once in the Xicheng style-

"No matter how you look at it, I've earned it!"

The White Mist Divine Son muttered smugly in his heart.

This is the plan of the Son of God!

The Son of God's clever plan to settle the world!

Stand up at a critical time - her White Mist Divine Son can also be useful.

At least it can be used as a meat shield for the West Side style.

"But... It really hurts. The lower half of the body is probably torn apart, right? ”

cut across the body, and even the organs in the smooth and white belly were spilled on the ground.

That experience... To be honest, the White Mist Divine Son didn't want to have a second time at all.

Of course, this is also complaining in this kind of dream,

Shiki-kun couldn't have heard it.

Just as she was thinking this, Xicheng's voice rang in her ears.

"You know it hurts, and you still knock me down?"

Yes?

The white mist god who had been chattering with his eyes closed all the time opened his beautiful eyes wide-

I just saw the face of the West Castle.

It's so close!

The distance between the West Side and the West Side is too close.

The iceberg face of the White Mist Divine Son let out an exclamation a little uncontrollably, and his slender and soft body subconsciously retreated-

Boom!

It hurts!!!

Her pressed mouth let out a grief.

Her head hit the post.

It wasn't until the pain slowly subsided that the White Mist Miko could see the furnishings in the house.

An old Buddhist hall.

The wooden Buddha statue was cut in half by something, and only the base was still in front of the dusty offering table.

"This is...?"

"The dilapidated White Mist Buddha Hall."

Seeing that she was so energetic, Xicheng replied casually.

"Buddha Hall?"

The White Mist Divine Son reacted: "That is to say... We've entered the old site of the White Mist? ”

"Almost." Xicheng nodded: "Use your hand to use the three-wheel key, open the mountain gate and enter directly, and enter the Valley of Fog and Concealment... And it took me a lot of effort to carry you here. ”

It really took a lot of effort, and the living remains and resentful spirits that were killed along the way could be piled up.

Fortunately, he found the hidden temple.

As the White Mist Chrysalis said, no living creatures or spirits want to approach this place.

The small Buddha hall is like a safe house.

He stood up and opened the door of the small Buddha hall, showing the scene outside to the White Mist Divine Son.

The temple is facing a narrow piece of land, and beyond it is an unfathomable cliff.

If you put your head out and look down, you can only see a gray white mist and hear a broken, hoarse cry coming from the bottom of the valley.

It was the wailing of the living and the wraith.

Trapped here, they are still wandering.

The only passage connecting the temple to the outside world is a winding path that clings to the rock wall on the left.

There are no guardrails on the rocky road, so if you step on it, you will fall to the bottom.

Through the eerie Valley of the Fog and beyond... It was another spectacular view.

The cedar trees cling to the layers of fog peaks, one after another.

There are scattered buildings on the fog peak, which should be the place where the White Mist people lived.

Looking beyond the fog peak, and then looking out, it was the temple that loomed under the white mist—

White Mist Temple.

"The matter of going to the White Mist Temple is put aside for the time being, let's rest for a night first, and then set off tomorrow... Until then, though, I have something to talk to you about. ”

Xicheng grunted and poured his saliva, and then looked at the White Mist Divine Son.

"Want to talk to me?"

The White Mist Divine Son was stunned.

"Hmm."

Nishijo nodded, closing the door back and gesturing to the side of the fire, motioning for her to sit down.

Seeing his serious appearance, the White Mist Divine Son didn't say anything.

Her stocking-clad little feet were tucked under her buttocks, her hands were straight, her slender and soft back was straight, and she made a standard upright sitting position.

"Bai Wu, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid...?"

Hearing this, the White Mist Divine Son's eyes revealed a strange brilliance.

Seeing her like this, Xicheng Shi stretched out a finger, but his voice did not slow down:

"What if you don't come back again?"

"What if this is the last resurrection?"

"What if the immortal spell doesn't work?"

"Bai Wu, there will be an emergency in everything, aren't you afraid?"

Xicheng Shi didn't blame the White Mist Divine Son, but he had to say all these words.

It can't be that every time there is a crisis, the White Mist Divine Son has to die once, right?

This thing is willing to be his own meat shield every time... It's a bit bad to think about it.

It's better to scare this ice sculpture fool here, so that she likes to do everything by herself.

It seemed that he was really frightened by Xicheng's remarks, and the white mist god was stunned, and then scratched his head, and the whole person seemed to be a vegetable seedling.

"I'm afraid... It's definitely going to be scary. I'm so scared of death. ”

"But..."

Facing Xicheng's gaze, the White Mist Divine Son's gaze was a little evasive, but in the end he muttered in a low voice:

"But in that case, Shiki-kun will survive, right?"

She chuckled dryly:

"When I think about it, I realize that it's actually pretty good."

The white mist god son's moist and moist eyes stared at Xicheng Shi, and there was no hint of adulteration in his voice.

Because that's exactly what she thinks.

"You think so?" Xicheng couldn't help but glance at the White Mist Divine Son more.

"Definitely!"

The White Mist Shenzi puffed up his face, and his pretty face that had not changed looked a little angry: "I'm afraid of pain!" But these things are also for people to do! Plus I've said it before! The eldest daughter of the White Mist family is reserved! I really want to repay the favor! Let the benefactor die in front of me, the eldest daughter of the White Mist family will not allow this to happen! ”

She patted her chest, and there was a hint of stubbornness on her cute and pretty face.

After a long while, the White Mist Divine Son heard the voice of the West City.

“... I'm not blaming you. ”

"That's—"

The White Mist Miko raised his head with some excitement.

"But you're doing it the wrong way." Xicheng looked at her excited face and couldn't help but shake his head.

It seems that there are still some problems with the way I persuade myself.

A little more brutal.

Thinking of this, Xicheng simply reached out and rubbed her snow-white face, and at the same time asked rhetorically without changing his tone: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It hurts! It hurts! ”

The White Mist Divine Son shouted.

Her face was round and deflated, and she felt like her face was going to be torn in half.

"Now that you know the pain, don't do that dangerous thing next time. Next time, I'll tear your face to shreds. ”

Xicheng Shi glanced at the White Mist Mizuko and let go of his hand coldly.

"I—I know!"

Hearing this, the White Mist Divine Son, who was already particularly afraid of pain, hurriedly covered his face.

If your face is torn... How painful that must have been!

Seeing her nodding again and again, Xicheng Shi couldn't help but think-

Really...

It's still rude and easy to make the White Mist Divine Son obedient.