"You mean, you don't know anything except knowing that this is the inheritance of the Baiwu family?"

After hearing the answer of Bai Wu Shenzi, Xicheng Shi couldn't help but look at her twice.

??????

You clearly don’t know why you were so embarrassed to pretend to be so smart just now?

Can you even say with a serious expression, "This is the reserve of the parents of Baiwu's parents?"

To be honest, Xicheng Style was really frightened by this little girl with a cold expression in an instant.

The result is now looking at it.

Xicheng Style only thinks this beautiful little girl is a fool.

"No! I really don't remember!"

The face of the God of White Mist turned red.

She was also a little embarrassed.

After all, I said such awesome things just now.

Seeing that she didn't look like she was lying, Xichengshi felt that her blood pressure was almost full.

He stretched out a finger and kept his tone unchanged:

“...I'll confirm it again.”

"You don't know how your ability to revive is obtained, right?"

"Yes." Bai Wu Shenzi nodded.

"You don't know what the specific inheritance of the Baiwu family means, right?"

"Yes." The Godzi of Baiwu nodded again.

"You even forgot when you came to Tokyo, right?"

Xicheng Style asked again.

"That's how it is." Bai Wu Godzi answered affirmatively.

“…” Xicheng style.

Xicheng style looks at the God of White Mist.

The God Son of White Mist also looked at him.

After a while, Xichengshi stood up expressionlessly, and reached out to pull Baiwu Shenzi up from the cushion.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Wu Shenzi was pulled up obediently, and blinked his eyes and asked inexplicably.

"Turn you away."

Xicheng style answers without emotion.

Upon hearing this, the son of the White Mist opened his mouth wide—

"Wait, wait! Don't just rush me home like this! I want to repay my kindness! I really want to repay my kindness!"

The God of White Mur yelled and hugged the one on Xicheng-style waist.

Don't say, this little girl is quite strong, and she pulls and pulls both Xicheng style. Finally, she reaches out to push her beautiful face, pushing her face into a ball, but she can't get her off her body.

"The family motto of the Baiwu family is to repay kindness! As the eldest daughter, I can't just leave like this!"

Her face was pushed together, but she still said this in a speech.

The most terrifying thing is that even when the White Mist God Son said these words, his face still maintained a calm expression.

This guy is a real facial paralysis. Apart from blushing and a slightly quicker tone, his face has not changed at all.

Therefore, what she said was particularly deceptive.

Xicheng Shi didn't care about her words at all, so she refused to let go and tried her best to push her out of the room.

It's okay to break her.

Anyway, this stupid guy can't die.

He doesn't want to waste time with a high school girl.

Just as he was thinking this, the son of Baiwu suddenly shouted again:

"By the way! Although I don't remember it, my aunt may know that she brought me to Tokyo at the beginning!"

“…”

Xicheng style stopped his hand and did not ask questions. He just stared at the White Mist God Son with his black eyes.

"What I said is true."

The face of the White Mist Godzi remained unchanged and nodded vigorously.

After watching her for a long time, Xichengshi then spoke:

“…Give me your contact information.”

Tomorrow is Saturday.

The original plan of Xicheng style was to call Shicun Manager and ask him to take him to the Guangji Society headquarters to check out some situations.

It seems that the time here needs to be compressed a little.

"good."

The Godzi of Baiwu reported both his mobile phone number and email number to Xicheng style.

After the two confirmed each other, Xichengshi added:

"I may visit you tomorrow afternoon."

"I see."

After receiving this answer, the Godzi of Baiwu volunteered to go out the door, and then bowed politely to Xicheng style:

"Student Xicheng, please be sure to visit tomorrow. My aunt and I will wait for you at home."

"..." Xichengshi did not answer. He watched the White Mist God Son disappear at the end of the corridor, and then he retracted his gaze.

For some reason, the girl Baiwu Godson seemed particularly obsessed with the "repaying the kindness of the elders of Baiwu's parents".

It even reached a vague level.

Generally speaking, will girls come to the home of boys they meet for the first time?

But the God Son of Baiwu not only came, but even handed over his contact information to himself.

And now when you look back, you will find that the way the White Mist Godzi speaks is very strange.

The places where she speaks are basically filled with respect.

I don’t know how to use a mobile phone, but I raise my hands and feet as if I come from a famous family and are well-behaved.

If you insist on adding an adjective to her, it should be a lady who is not involved in the world and is not suitable for modern society.

Xicheng style squinted his eyes.

When I traveled to and from all over Japan to do business in my last life, I could always hear some mysterious and strange local stories.

Hidden in the mountains, in places where no one knows, there are all kinds of bloody and strange traditions.

The folk custom of plucking out the heart of the sacrifice to pray for peace in a village.

A ritual that pierces people's eyes to long for peace among the tribesmen.

Put the rope around people's hands, neck, and legs to dismember the body to resist unknown threats...

The previous Xicheng style regarded these words as jokes between customers.

But Japan is different in this life, with mysterious revival, the Guangji Society raises strange things, and there are also professional exterminations on the police...

The white mist emitted after the death of the God of White Mist...maybe they are the products of some rituals.

Xicheng style breathing.

He did not put his guard down against the White Mist God Son.

Even if he wants to visit him tomorrow, he still needs to prepare a lot.

Always be alert and be careful to ensure that his West City-style ship will not sink.

"Get out time to go to the Guangji Society headquarters tomorrow morning and go to the White Mist Godzi's house in the afternoon."

Xicheng style has calculated it in mind.

After all, even if you want to sell the Guangji Society, you need to understand the internal situation of the Guangji Society, so as not to get flirted again afterwards.

"It seems that I, an insider, have to continue lurking."

Xicheng style whispered to himself.

But it's fine.
To be continued...