"Come?"

Looking at the faint light on the stone gate, the Xicheng-style eyes flashed with brilliance.

He could clearly feel that his soul was being pulled!

But he ignored it and let the stone gate absorb his soul.

Move.

Extraction.

absorb...

The soul was constantly absorbed, which made Xicheng-style look extremely pale.

The continuous suction force came, as if he would not give up until the Xicheng style was not absorbed cleanly.

but--

"If I'm not wrong..."

Xicheng style gritted teeth and persevered.

Bang!!!

When absorbing about half of the soul of Xicheng style, the strong suction force of the stone gate disappeared in an instant.

“Hu...Hu...Hu..."

Xicheng Style breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that he was not wrong with betting!

His soul structure is different from that of ordinary people.

As a time traveler, he has two souls.

One side is the original owner, the other side is the current Xicheng style.

In other words, even if one-half of his soul was sucked away by the stone gate, he could barely hold on.

Xichengshi staggered forward for two steps, and a feeling of dizziness and weakness came from the depths of her body.

He resisted the desire to retching and took a last look at the stone door.

In the stone gate - the rich soul thoughts are about to be unsealed!

Success.

After receiving this news, Xichengshi kept walking backwards.

Although the death breath was drained, his physical strength was still preserved... In this way, he stumbled, came to the crack of the underworld, and jumped into it with all his might.

The weakness of the soul drained his last bit of strength.

After closing his eyes in Xicheng Style, he became unconscious.

......

Time flies in a flash.

March has passed in a blink of an eye.

"Shijun...when will you wake up?"

Looking at the Xicheng style lying on the bed like an ordinary person, the White Fog Godson couldn't help but poke the other person's face.

She was almost used to this kind of action.

After all, for the past three months of Xicheng-style coma, she and Xicheng-Shensha have been taking care of her.

Even the Xicheng-style naked body they have seen, but they still care about so much?

They also specifically asked Beichuan Temple what the situation of Xicheng-style coma is.

But every time he asked, the other party just explained that "the soul consumes too much, and he will wake up when the soul he consumes is repaired."

When will this soul repair be done?

The son of the White Mist sighed deeply.

At first, Rina Asagawa was crying and making a fuss, but when she arrived, she simply stopped talking and just stared at Nishiki-style.

Her eyes looked at Xicheng style were pitiful.

But even this is useless.

I can only keep waiting.

"Shijun, today I will go out with Qiansha and the others to buy ingredients... Can you go with us?... You haven't gone shopping with us for a long time."

The Godzi Baiwu murmured to himself, and found that Xicheng style still showed no sign of waking up, so he collapsed:

"Okay OK. Na Shijun, please keep resting...I'll call Chisa."

It's useless to be angry at the Xicheng style.

So Bai Wu Shenzi stood up and turned to touch his cell phone.

But just the moment she turned around.

Xicheng-style fingers, who had been lying on the bed without any movement, moved.

Then a slight low voice was made.

Then—

"Shijun?! Are you awake?"

The cheerful voice of the White Mist Godson came from above, which made Xichengshi look at her, and then couldn't help but open her mouth and said the first sentence-

"Don't make a noise."

"No! I'm going to make a noise! ​​Shijun, you finally woke up!"

The Godzi of Baiwu shook his head and denied it. Looking at the Xicheng style with his eyes open, there were too many words to say for a moment.

But she didn't know what to say for a moment, so she could only pull the curtains open.

The sun pours down—

The dark interior is brightened.

"It's another bright sunny day."

Xicheng style subconsciously sighed.

With three rounds of purpose, he quickly saw clearly what he looked like now.

It seems that I have been lying for a long time.

He shook his head in his heart.

Repairing the soul is much more complicated and time-consuming than he thought. He lay down until now.

The world is still the same world... In the blue sky, when the wind blows, clouds gather in the distance...

"You're awake? Shijun?"

Under this sunny sky, the clear voice of the God Son of White Mist sounded in his ears.

She was a little hesitant, as if she was worried that all this was just her dream.

West City style lateral head.

The son of the White Mist was looking at him eagerly.

He shook his head, as if he could not accept the overly eager gaze of the God Son of Baiwu. It took him a long time to speak-

"woke up."

Hearing this answer, the face of the White Mist God Son instantly turned red, and then she leaned over and took a small bite of Xicheng style.

"Um."

A soft and soft voice sounded in my ears.

Xicheng style turned his eyes.

At this moment, the sun shone the smile of the White Mist God Son.

Even in the Xicheng style, I feel that today's White Mist God Son...
Chapter completed!