Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

Suddenly a cold wind blows, disrupting the season.

Frost condensed in the clear courtyard, and pieces of snowflakes began to fall.

"Let's not talk about this, I need your help today."

Seimei changed the subject.

"Say it~!"

"Please speak."

Yu Zhongming and Boya readily agreed.

At this time, light snow has accumulated to the ground, forming a shallow layer of snow line.

Then with the snowstorm, a nun entered the courtyard.

The nun stood on a piece of snow-white ground, pure and clear.

She was wearing a black monk's robe and a black cloth scarf on her head.

Looking at Qingming with pure black eyes, she nodded slightly.

"Master Seimei, I'm here at your invitation."

"Gui'an, Your Excellency."

Qingming nodded in return.

"Today my time has finally come."

The woman said something like this: "I have waited for this long life, and I don't know when it will come to an end, and today it will finally come true."

"It's been 30 years since we last saw each other. You still haven't changed much." Seimei said something that people couldn't figure out.

"I'm tired of repeating such days every day." The woman shook her head: "I look forward to death." "

"Then please enter this circle."

Seimei casually marked out a clean space with branches.

The woman stepped forward to the open space and began to take off her clothes.

Bit by bit, bit by bit, as if slowly swaying everything with the body.

White, snow, snow white.

Yu Zhongming only glanced at it twice.

Seimei laughed.

He said to Yu Zhongming and Boya: "Which of you two can help me behead her?"

"Ok?"

Boya gasped in surprise, he didn't expect it to be this kind of help.

"My favorite knife is not for beheading such beauties."

Yu Zhongming clearly refused.

"Then, let me come."

Boya looked at the white woman kneeling on the snow, then at Qingming, gritted her teeth and nodded.

"Please, Boya."

Seimei bowed solemnly and nodded.

The snowstorm is getting bigger and bigger.

Chapter 42 The flowering period lasts forever

"Please, my lord warrior."

The kneeling nun also bowed to Boya to thank her.

Boya lightly flicked the knife out of its sheath, holding the handle tightly with both hands, and made a slashing posture.

Wow~!

The long knife cut through the wind and snow and landed on the skin.

Blood was dripping, and Luohong gushed.

A big head just rolled down to the ground.

Bai Xue was dyed red, and the woman's face showed a look of relief.

Boya looked solemn, as if he had done something solemn.

He bowed his head silently, stood beside the nun's body, and remained silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Seimei's voice broke the silence.

"A flower that withers, is a real flower; a flower that does not wither is not a flower. A mortal can become a human, and an immortal cannot be called a human."

"Ok?"