The West City style organizes what you want to set off.

Strong light flashlight, compressed biscuits and canned meat, three pots of drinking water with folding hand axe and sleeping bag, etc.

These things were packed into two backpacks, one large and one small.

The big one is carried by the Xicheng style, while the small one is handed over to the Godson of Baiwu.

He was preparing, and a soft cry came from outside the door: "Xichengjun?"

This iconic soft voice... If you guessed correctly, it should be the White Mist Puppet.

Xichengshi stopped at the moment and signaled: "Please come in."

"I'm disturbing, Xichengjun."

Bai Wu Kuzi opened the door respectfully, and then lowered his body and pulled the door back up again.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"It's about the former Baiwu site."

Bai Wu Ku Zi did not hesitate and spoke directly.

As she said before, she likes to open the skylight and speak brightly.

"I have discussed the Son of God." Bai Wu Kuzi raised his gentle face: "Actually, Xichengjun, you don't have to force yourself so much. You have helped me and the Son of God too much."

Her tone was very serious, and she also felt sad after thinking about it.

“…” Xicheng style.

Xichengshi did not answer, but just stopped the action at hand.

Seeing that the Nishige style seemed to be moved, Bai Wu Kuzi took the opportunity to speak again: "I have also investigated everywhere in the past two days when you went out to Morimiya Mountain. Iwate Prefecture seems to be a good place to go... I can move there and settle down. In this way, there is no need to drag Nishige Jun down."

Her eyes are soft and have a kind of softness that is unique to women, but deep in the softness, it has an indescribable resilience.

“…” Xicheng style.

This time, Xicheng style turned his head over and looked at Bai Wu Kui carefully, but he still didn't say anything.

The atmosphere...a bit dull.

Bai Wu Kuizi obviously noticed this, but she had no intention of retreating.

"We will remember Xichengjun's kindness, so we don't have to force ourselves to go to the former Baiwu site to take risks."

She said very seriously.

In the sight of Bai Wu Kui, Xicheng-style eyebrows frowned, as if they were thinking about something, but soon the eyebrows stretched out: "What you said makes sense."

Yes.

What Bai Wu Ku Zi said makes sense.

It's almost done to help here. In addition, this is the request of Bai Wu Ku Zi and Bai Wu God Zi, so he didn't feel anything psychologically unable to get over it.

Thinking of this, Xicheng style nodded and said naturally:

"Well. Auntie Puzi, what you said makes sense. Then please rest early. I will prepare for going to the former Baiwu site tomorrow."

His overly natural attitude made Bai Wu Kuzi look at a look of peace of mind. She subconsciously said, "Okay, I will pack up with the Son of God and prepare to move... Wait? Xichengjun? What did you say just now?"

"I'm going to the former Baiwu site tomorrow."

Xicheng style calmly answered.

ah?!

Bai Wu Ku Zi's eyes widened.

"Yes, yes, yes...but Xichengjun..."

She was still in the same place for a long time, but couldn't say anything, so she could only stare at Xicheng style with a dumbfounded glance.

Yamato Satsuko's demeanor was completely gone by the two words of Nishijo.

“Nothing good is 'but'.”

Xicheng Style put down the folding hand axe and couldn't help but say: "You are a man of your age, and sentimentality is not suitable for your age."

"But--"

"Please go back."

Xicheng style carried the white mist pupa and threw her out of the room.

The white mist pupa that was thrown out was stunned.

She had thought about various ways to be rejected, but she did not expect that the Xicheng style would be so straight and throw herself out.

I...

I should be considered the elder of Xichengjun, right?

Why do you feel that the other party doesn’t regard you as an elder at all?

The white mist pupa couldn't help but shrink her neck.

The cold wind outside the corridor...so cold...

“This is really…”

I have been hiding beside me, and I also plan to convince the West City-style White Wu Godzi to see her aunt being in a daze and stunned...

She couldn't help swallowing, her big eyes turned and she left with a sneaky step.

Even my aunt was thrown out, isn’t it a waste of money for me to go to?

I'm so smart!

On the other side.

The Xicheng style is actually not thinking that much.

He just wanted to get the inheritance of the Baiwu family, improve his abilities, and beat the great master of the Eternal God Association.

After all, the original owner was killed by the people from the Yongji Society.

Strictly speaking, the Xicheng Style and the Yongsheng Society have a life-long hatred.

So this time... Xicheng style is not just for the White Mist Godzi and Kuzi, he still wants to deal with his own problems.

The eternal priest who killed the original owner will be eliminated.

This is what he wants to do the most.

......

The next morning.

As soon as Xicheng Style opened the door, she saw a white mist pupa kneeling on the ground with her forehead against the back of her hands.

Her voice was heavy and her tone was soft: "I thought about it all night yesterday, and I was ashamed of what I could not do for the Lord of Xicheng and the Son of God, so I could only use this method."

Bai Wupuzi raised his head slightly: "Take care all the way, Xichengjun."

"..." Xicheng style.

To be honest, he never expected to be able to receive such a great gift from the other party as soon as he went out.

And this time he went for the inheritance of the Baiwu family, not to save his life.

Bai Wu Ku Zi got off the ground and made him look like he was rushing to the battlefield to die. It was neither right to let Xicheng-style suffer nor not to let him not to let him do it.

But at least the other party was kind-hearted. Xicheng style pulled the white mist pupa from the ground and said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, Auntie Puzi, I will come back intact with the Son of God."

"...Son of God, please give me."

Bai Wu Ku Zi said seriously.

Perhaps this is also a problem with Baiwu family education.

If other passengers came over, they would probably think that Xicheng style and Baiwu Kuzi were performing costume dramas.

At least the white mist god son next to him was red in his eyes, and he was so moved that he almost cried.

“…” Xicheng style.

Why didn't he find out before?

How can these two aunts and nephews behave like this?

Say goodbye to Baiwu Kuzi, and Xicheng-style took Baiwu Kuzi to Morimiya Mountain with the prepared police car.

Fortunately, the White Mist Godzi is still very well-behaved in front of others. She sits like Shaoyao and stands like Qinglian. Her quiet impression of not talking and her delicate and beautiful face make many police officers look at her.

The same sentence.

Being good-looking is to be tolerant in a sense.

"I have investigated carefully as you asked by Xichengjun... This should be what you mentioned in the underground road."

The middle-aged policeman next to him explained that he made way.

In front of the Xicheng style is a deep road with a wooden frame that is supported by a "mouth" shape.

The road winds down to the ground, so deep that it seems to be invisible at all.

"But... the bottom of this pavement was completely submerged. If you roughly calculate it, it's probably more than three meters deep."

The middle-aged policeman reported on the situation.

"Yeah, that's it."

Xichengshi's expression moved slightly, and then thanked him: "Please trouble you, thank you very much."

After thanking him, he turned to the dark passage.

A hint of desire to try appeared in my heart.

good--
Chapter completed!