After a period of hard work, Xicheng found a hot spring hotel and stayed temporarily.

It's almost the end of the year, and many Japanese people are idle at this stage, and some Japanese people are also taking advantage of the year-end period to travel, so it's good to find this hot spring inn.

Yukata and slippers are prepared directly in the store, but to be honest, it was still a little cold to walk around the inn in a thin layer of yukata.

In order to ward off the cold, Nishijo-shiki washed his body and simply soaked in the hot spring.

It is worth mentioning that on the train, Xicheng Shiki also learned from the mouth of the white mist chrysalis where the old site of the white mist house was located.

The Hakumiya House is located in Mt. Morinomiya in Akita Prefecture.

But—

"The entrance to the White Mist Temple and the Valley of the Misty Hidden has already been flooded by the waterways of the Hidden Spring of the Misty Spring, even if the Son of God can open the way to the Valley of the Hidden Mist... This kind of weather sinks to the bottom of the icy water, and it is unrealistic to think about it. ”

The white mist chrysalis soaked in the hot spring and couldn't help but shake its head.

The Valley of Fog Hide, the White Mist Temple, the Fog Peak and other places are located in the spiritual realm.

The so-called spiritual realm is a place sandwiched between the present world and the hidden world.

If you want to go to that place, you only have the three-wheel key in the hand of the White Mist Mizuko.

In addition, the entrance is located in the underground walkway.

But it was already flooded by the waterways when the White Mist House died... Going to ice water in this snowy weather?

It's impossible to think about it.

Nishijo-style can't do that kind of unwise thing, right?

Thinking of this, the white mist chrysalis exhaled.

"But I think Shiki-kun will really go to that place."

The white mist god who had not spoken next to the chrysalis spoke.

After saying this, the White Mist Divine Son seemed to be a little embarrassed, and hurriedly sank half of his pretty face into the hot spring water.

Grunt grunt –

The sound of her spitting blisters sounded on the hot hot spring water.

The white mist chrysalis tilted his head and asked in a gentle tone:

"Why do you think so?"

"Well..."

The white mist god lifted his cute face, patted his chest proudly, and after a wave of turbulence-

Her justified voice came out:

"I guess!"

When she said this, she was still expressionless, but her eyelids were a little higher than usual.

For her performance, the white mist chrysalis was sad, and her mood was a little complicated.

If only the White Mist Miko could have an expression on his face... Presumably by now, it must be a smug and triumphant one, right?

But the emotions she can show on her face now are nothing more than a few centimeters of raised eyelids and raised eyebrows.

Every time I see the White Mist Divine Son like this, the White Mist Chrysalis feels a faint pain in his heart.

Feelings of struggle and remorse also fermented.

When she escaped from the White Mist Family, she was caught by the members of the Eternal Sacrifice Society in order to cover the escape of the White Mist Divine Son.

Then, the White Mist Divine Son, who had gone and returned, finally rescued her by virtue of his superb soul attainments and the immortal spell of the White Mist family, and finally rescued her at the cost of breaking several thighs and arms.

After that, the pursuers rushed over, and the white mist god son broke his limbs again, and he died of blood loss several times... In the end, although he escaped, the White Mist Divine Son was also devoured by the immortal White Mist, and even his emotions could not be expressed smoothly on his face.

She and Nishijo are all the truth.

In the past, the White Mist Divine Son had elegant and dignified manners, spoke softly and beautifully, and had a clear and wise mind, which could be described as the most outstanding Divine Son of the White Mist family in recent years.

"Auntie!"

The surprised voice of the White Mist Divine Son rang out: "Are you crying? ”

"Who bullied you? I'm going to teach him a hard lesson! ”

When she said this, her face seemed to glow, and her voice became vicious, as if she really wanted to fight me to the death.

Death is death, anyway, she is not afraid of death.

But soon, the White Mist Divine Son seemed to have thought of something, and the 'divine light' on his face suddenly dispersed.

She said in a slur manner: "No, but I can't beat Shijun, aunt, if you are bullied by Shijun, I can only be bullied by him with you at best." ”

Seeing her cute appearance, the white mist chrysalis couldn't help laughing:

"No, don't worry, Miko. I'm just wondering what we're going to do next if Xicheng-kun really wants to go to the old site of the White Mist in Morinomiya Mountain. ”

"I can only help Shijun. If Shiki-kun can become a little more powerful, we won't have to be afraid of the eternal sacrifice meeting, right? ”

The White Mist Divine Son was lying on the hot spring stone, his head turned sideways.

She also didn't know what the old site of the White Mist that the White Mist Chrysalis and Xicheng discussed meant, because most of them had forgotten.

But if Nishijo needed her, she'd definitely help.

"That's right."

The white mist chrysalis listened to the words of the white mist god son thoughtfully.

If Xicheng Shi can really get the inheritance of the White Mist family, there will be no problem at all in keeping the two of them.

The first thing to consider was how to walk through the long tunnel soaked in ice water, so that the Xicheng style and the White Mist Divine Child could reach the entrance smoothly.

Tunnel...

Entrance...

The white mist chrysalis pondered.

And then—

"That's right! I remember that the underground walkway had a drainage mechanism that was specially designed to deal with this situation! ”

The white mist chrysalis stared at it.

As long as the drainage mechanism can be turned on in the Nishijo style, there will be no problem when it comes to the entrance.

However, the location of the drainage mechanism is very hidden, and even if it can be found, it will take a lot of work.

At that time, it was estimated that it had already been discovered by the members of the Eternal Sacrifice Society who were guarding the old site of the White Mist.

Thinking of this, the white mist chrysalis pinched his chin.

To be honest, if the White Mist Family's 'Mist of the Coffin', that is, the spirit tool she handed over to Xicheng that day, could be more handy, things wouldn't be so troublesome.

After all, after the 'mist of the coffin' is materialized, it can form a thin film to produce a water-repellent effect.

But how is that possible?

'The Mist of the Coffin' is a spiritual tool that embodies the hard work of the White Mist Clan, and even if the White Mist family uses it, it can't be so handy.

Xicheng style is not a god either, how can it reach that height?

After all—

That is also the crystallization of the White Mist Clan's hard work, even if Xichengjun is very talented, it is impossible to reach that point in a short time.

Thinking so, she also learned from the white mist miko next to her to hide half of her face in the hot spring water.

And then—

"Oh? Have you taken a bath? ”

Xicheng Shishi, who was standing in the room, looked at the stunned white fog chrysalis strangely, and then stretched out his hand and said:

"By the way, I just tried the effect of the mist of the coffin, and found that if you materialize it all over your body, you can have the effect of avoiding water. In this way, the matter of white mist tunnel flooding should be perfectly solved. ”

When he said this, a cold white mist was wrapped around Xicheng's body.

The materialized white mist seemed to be able to pull people into it and swallow it.

Looking at such a Xicheng style, the white mist chrysalis opened its mouth.

The brainchild of the White Mist family...

Even if Nishijo-style is a very talented person, it is impossible to reach this point in a short period of time...

The white mist chrysalis was speechless.