no trouble

After eating the last piece of snack, Yin Wuhuo got up and prepared to leave.

He is still not ready to help the Seventeenth Generation.

It's not that I can't help, it's that I don't want to help.

Even though he didn't want it, he did pay a huge price to cut off many entanglements.It is a normal transition that the bonds between people are constantly emerging and weakening and finally disappearing, but it is not like this for him.

People tend to unilaterally cut off all memories about him shortly after meeting him, but he will keep these memories forever, no matter what they have experienced before, the other party will never meet again when they finally meet again remember him.Rather than having these regrets at the end, it would be better not to have any overly deep connections in the first place.

When he left, he walked through the main entrance, Shishichidai and the little monster followed him, and they didn't stop until they reached the torii gate.There is no way to go forward after seventeen generations here.

The white-haired young man went down the steps a few steps and turned around to wave to the girl.

To be honest, from the bottom to the top, this shrine is like a cage. On weekdays, few pilgrims will come to worship. In addition, there are plants and trees everywhere. Girls wearing white and red priestess costumes are squatting at the torii gate. Looking down, it looks like a bird eager to escape from the cage.

She has wings, but she has no ability to leave.

In fact, Seventeen Dai is really similar to him, born lonely.

One lost his freedom, and the other lived like a walking dead even though he had freedom.

"Ah, ah, why don't you stay longer with my seventeenth generation?" A woman's charming and gentle voice came from below the steps, and Yin Wuhuo saw the person coming as soon as he turned around.

A woman, a woman who couldn't hide her coquettishness even though she was wearing a white kimono.

It was the first time he had seen this kind of woman with above-average appearance, the most common dark brown curly hair, and very plain clothes, but she was still too coquettish and slutty.If there is anything on her that is conspicuous, it is probably only the lips that are painted with red lip gloss.

Yin Wuhuo took a closer look at her and always felt that she had seen this woman somewhere before, but it felt very strange to him.

"Are you the head of the Qinghe family?" The seventeenth generation squatting under the torii also stood up, a small face full of shock.

Although she didn't meet the Patriarch very often, she still remembered that the Patriarch was originally a man. Although the gender has changed now, the Seventeenth Generation can still be sure that this person is definitely the Patriarch she has met.

Hearing the seventeenth generation's exclamation, Yin Wuhuo also understood that the woman in front of him was the incarnation of that big monster, the person who imprisoned the witches of all ages here and the guy who wanted to take his body.

Qinghe Hanako didn't panic when they stared at Qinghe Hanako like this, anyway, these two people were just tools to help her get things done.

Arranging her clothes calmly, she said, "I don't have any other intentions here, I just want to invite the seventeenth generation of your guests to Qinghe's house for a drink of tea."

She was talking about the Seventeenth Generation's guests, but her eyes were fixed on Yin Wuhuo, and she didn't take the Seventeenth Generation into her eyes at all.That's right, a witch who can't leave the shrine for her whole life is indeed no threat to her, but Yin Wuhuo, who has not yet shown her true colors, needs to be more prepared.

"I've had enough tea." The implication is that I won't go.

Yin Wuhuo is not stupid, he is unarmed now, if he really goes to the opponent's lair with Qinghe Huazi, he doesn't know if he will be able to come out again.

"Your Excellency really won't go?"

Qinghe Huazi stood where she was, only sixteen steps lower than Yin Wuhuo, with two shadows drawn from under her feet, ready to go, as long as Yin Wuhuo said no, she would immediately take him back!

Obviously, Yin Wuhuo understood the meaning of the other party's words, and remained silent for a long time without speaking.

For a moment, the scene fell into a weird silence, no one was talking around, only the rustling sound of blades rubbing against the grass and trees when the breeze blew, but the atmosphere did not ease at all, instead it was tense.

Seventeen Dai stood anxiously under the torii gate holding his sleeves, but the little monster had long since hid far away, gods and mortals suffered when they fought, and a little monster like him with no skills had to make room early. In order to avoid accidental injury.

Qinghe Huazi was obviously unwilling to procrastinate, and the shadow under her feet quickly moved towards Yin Wuhuo when she turned her wrist.

Yin Wuhuo tightened his body, and quickly jumped to the side with all his strength under his feet. The movement of landing on the steps was restricted, and the opponent's moves just happened to have the upper hand. Just standing so far away and moving his fingers a few times can make him dick. Flying dog jumping, this is not acceptable, obediently being controlled by others is not his style!

With two big strides, the white-haired young man approached quickly, raised his thin and powerful arms, and greeted Qinghe Hanako's face quickly and firmly with a fist, even if the other party looked like a woman, he would never have it. Relentless.

Qinghe Huazi is not inferior, her reaction speed is super fast, and her fingers move nimbly the moment she dodges the fist with her short body. She dodged his punch without feeling annoyed, and immediately turned her fist into a claw, and while dodging the attack from behind, she ruthlessly tore off a strand of the woman's beautiful two curly hair.

"hiss!"

Qinghe Huazi gasped and covered the wound on her head with hatred in her eyes.

Women's long hair is too troublesome!

With two fingers interlaced and a light swipe, a large cluster of dark brown curly hair fell to the ground. Qinghe Hanako raised her head with her neat short hair, "Come again!"

"readily!"

Yin Wuhuo didn't expect that the other party would cut off his hair directly, and became more cautious in his heart, planning to strike first, pulling a branch and hitting the other party in the air.

Qinghe Huazi saw that Yin Wuhuo finally looked serious and did not dare to neglect, more and more shadows spread from under his feet, almost covering this small space.

Is this trying to turn this place into your own?

I can't do what you want!

Yin Wuhuo saw the way to it, if Qinghe Huazi's shadow really covered this small area, it would be really difficult to fight, not to mention anything else, first of all, the opponent would be weakened by a lot in terms of momentum.

The body twisted violently in mid-air, bringing up a gust of wind, and the branches in his hands stirred and shattered all the shadows. Most of the shadows were blown away by the gust of wind, and the situation was suddenly reversed.

Seeing that Yin Wuhuo was very difficult, Qinghe Huazi twirled her fingers to gather all the shadows into a ball, and when she raised her hand, the ball flew towards Yin Wuhuo's direction. Yet it cannot be ignored.

Yin Wuhuo didn't dare to be careless, he took two steps back and before he had time to react, he saw the black ball suddenly swelled to the extreme as if it had absorbed water, and then a seam opened in the middle of the ball, and the whole ball looked like It opened in half as if it had life, and some black tentacles of different thicknesses protruded from it to wrap around Yin Wuhuo's neck and limbs in an attempt to drag him in.

The tentacles on the neck kept shrinking, Yin Wuhuo gritted his teeth and used his other two tightly entangled hands to grab the tentacles on the neck and pull them out hard.

But now he has been pulled into the air by the tentacles, and he can't find any effective point of strength in the air, so the strength he can use on his arms is greatly reduced, and he can only sustain himself so that he will not be suppressed. There's nothing more to do than the death scene.

How to do?

"Hmph, I think you should obediently go to my Qinghe's house for tea today!"

With a hook of his finger, a hair-like black thread circled behind Yin Wuhuo and stabbed straight at the back of his neck. The corner of his eyes keenly caught the movement behind him, and Yin Wuhuo struggled fiercely.

At this moment, a piece of talisman landed on the tentacles wrapped around the neck, and the moment the lightning flashed, a petite figure rushed over and threw Yin Wuhuo onto the steps, and the two hugged each other Rolled all the way from the steps to the foot of the mountain.

Yin Wuhuo held his head in one hand and protected the petite figure in his arms with the other. Even so, the two of them inevitably bruised many places.

"Seventeen generations of adults!"

An orange-pink stream of light flashed across, and the little monster ran down from the shrine and stood beside Shiqidai, reaching out to touch the wound on her forehead, her obsidian-like eyes filled with tears.

"This way you will die!"

Shiqidai opened his eyes and looked at Yin Wuhuo, with a smile on his mouth, "It's okay, I'm very happy." She took a deep breath, "Because, for once in my life, I can finally follow my heart properly."

"You have to be good..."

A drop of tears just wet the red flower on the left shoulder from under the corner of the eye, a red light bloomed from the flower, and the transparent red petals wrapped one after another in the seventeenth generation, and her body curled up in the most primitive way. sleeping in the middle of the flowers.

The petals wrapped more and more. Under everyone's gaze, the girl and the flower disappeared into a stream of light, leaving only speckles of starlight to let people know that all of this happened for real.

Yin Wuhuo sat there blankly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Someone, died to save him?

Such a little girl, a little girl who was drinking tea with him just now, could do this, and he hadn't even wanted to help her just now.

Why...they've even known each other for less than a day...

why!

The author has something to say: The small theater——

Seventeen generations: Why am I so bento?unbelievable!Am I not the protagonist of this article?Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you made me so convenient?

My [indifferent face]: We fairies don't need a conscience~