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

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

Because...or you die of broken hands and feet... that hurts so much.

Even if Su Sheng can be resurrected, it will be too painful when he dies.

Think about it.

Just the little toe hit the corner of the table is enough to make people roll in pain.

Then take off your whole hand and one leg...how much pain would it hurt?

The son of Baiwu is afraid of pain, so he is naturally afraid of death.

But why did she go to save Xicheng style with her body...even if sometimes the Xicheng style may not need her to save it?

That's because everything has a chance.

What if the Xicheng Style does not avoid the shadow that can cut the human body in half?

What if the feet slipped under the Xicheng style?

Can exchange for a life that is only once in the West City style—

"No matter how you look at it, I made a profit!"

The son of the White Mist muttered proudly in his heart.

This is the Son of God’s plan!

The Son of God has a brilliant plan to help the world!

Stand out at the critical moment - her, the God of White Mist, can be useful.

At least it can be used as a meat shield for Xicheng style.

"But...it hurts so much. My lower body is probably torn, right?"

Cut across the body, even the organs in the smooth and fair belly scattered all over the floor.

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

Of course, this is just a few complaints in this kind of dream.

Shijun cannot hear it.

Just as she was thinking this, a Xicheng-style voice rang in her ears.

"You know it hurts so much, and you knocked me down?"

ah?

The Baiwu Godson who had been closing his eyes and chattering with his eyes closed, opened his beautiful eyes widened—

I happened to see the Xicheng-style face.

Very close!

The distance between the Xicheng style is too close.

The white mist god's iceberg face was a little tense and let out a scream, and the slender and soft body subconsciously retreated-

Bang!

it hurts!!!

Her pressing mouth let out a cry of sorrow.

Her head hit the wooden pillar.

It was not until the pain slowly subsided that the God of White Mist could see the furnishings in the house clearly.

An old Buddhist temple.

The wooden Buddha statue enshrined was cut horizontally by something, leaving only the base on the gray altar.

"here it is...?"

"The old white mist Buddhist temple."

Seeing that she was so energetic, Xicheng Shi answered casually.

"Buddhist temple?"

The Godson of Baiwu reacted: "That is to say...we have we entered the old site of Baiwu?"

"Absolutely." Xichengshi nodded: "Use your hand to use the tricycle key, open the mountain gate and enter directly, and walk into the valley of Mizuho... and then carrying you here took a lot of effort."

It was indeed a lot of effort that the living bones killed along the way could be piled up in a pile of resentful spirits.

Fortunately, he found this hidden Buddhist temple.

As Bai Wu Ku Zi said, there are no skeletons or vengeful spirits who are willing to approach this place.

A small Buddhist temple is like a safe house.

He stood up, opened the door of the small Buddhist temple, and showed the scene outside to the son of Baiwu.

The Buddhist temple faces a narrow land, and further out there is an unfathomable cliff.

If you stretch your head and look down, you will only see a gray white mist and hear the broken and hoarse screams coming from the bottom of the valley.

That is the whine of the living bones and the resentful spirits.

They were trapped here, still wandering.

The only passage connecting the Buddhist temple with the outside world is the winding path close to the rock wall on the left.

There are no guardrails on the rock road, and you will fall to the bottom of the valley by stepping on it.

Looking out through the gloomy valley of Mist Hidden... it was another magnificent view.

The snow fir trees are attached to the layers of fog peaks, rising and falling one after another.

There are scattered buildings on the fog peak, which should be where the Baiwu tribe people live.

Go across the fog peak and look outward. That is the temple hidden under the white fog—

Baiwu Temple.

"The matter of going to Baiwu Temple is temporarily put aside. Let's take a night off first and set off tomorrow... But before that, I have something to talk to you."

Xicheng style drooled and then looked at the God of White Mist.

"Do you want to talk to me?"

The Godzi of Baiwu was stunned.

"Um."

Xichengshi nodded, closed the door again and pointed to the fire next to the fire, signaling her to sit down.

Seeing his serious appearance, the son of Bai Wu didn't say anything.

Her little feet in stockings were huddled under her butt, her hands were placed straight, and her slender and soft back was straightened, making a standard sitting position.

"Student Bai Wu, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid...?"

When the son of Baiwu heard this, a strange light appeared in his eyes.

Seeing her like this, Xicheng style stretched out a finger, but the voice did not mean to slow down:

"What if I haven't been resurrected once?"

"What if this is the last resurrection?"

"What if the Immortal Curse Is Ineffective?"

"Student Bai Wu, everything will be in a situation. Are you not afraid?"

Xichengshi is not going to blame the God Son of Baiwu, but he must say all these words.

You can’t always encounter any crisis, the White Mist God Son will die once, right?

This guy is willing to be his own flesh shield every time...it's a bit bad no matter how you think about it.

It would be better to scare the ice sculpture here and let her not like to support everything by herself.

It seemed that he was really scared by the remarks of Xicheng. Bai Wu Shenzi was stunned for a moment, and then grabbed his head, and his whole body looked like a vegetable seedling.

"I'm afraid... I'm sure I'm afraid of death."

"but..."

Facing the Xicheng-style gaze, Bai Wu Shenzi's eyes dodged a little, but finally muttered in a low voice:

"But that way, Shijun can survive, right?"

She laughed dryly:

"After thinking about it this way, I found that it's actually quite good."
To be continued...