Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"I do not……"

"No? Really?"

Bayi Yonglin interrupted Wu Ye's astonishment with calm anger.

"Just stay out of things like this when fighting? Even if you stand in front of me, you can shirk a'helpless'? Finally, use such a non-combat-conscious way to mock your opponent? Is this your pride, or you are born to be So arrogant?"

"I……"

"Or are you confident that you can escape under my hands? Or do you look down on me at all? Do you think that this level is not necessary?"

Bayi Yonglin stared at Wu Ye with indescribable indifference in her eyes:

"Fight? Or not? The option you give yourself is always such arrogance, a bit more arrogant than those gods who claim to stand in the sky."

With a few chuckles, Bayi Yonglin fiddled with the thin bowstrings, her voice trembling with endless coldness.

"Why are you like this? Confidence? Or do you believe that your companions can pave everything for you? So, only if I completely defeat them, can you be more concerned about the concept of fighting?"

As if to respond to the truth in Yorin's words, the wall that trapped Marisa and Paqiuli in the sky radiated a bit more light, and Wu was breathless after seeing Wu.

"Really? It seems that you value your companion's life more than your own life. This is really an excellent quality."

The compliment without the temperature makes people feel ashamed. The gray eyes of Yonglin Bayi seem to have lost interest, but Wuya's figure is reflected mechanically.

"But, it doesn't make sense to you, right? The guy who has no fighting spirit in the battle is worse than the dust, and maybe it's your destination if you die."

Bayi Yonglin's words fell, Wu Ye intuitively felt that her right shoulder was suddenly hit by a sledgehammer, and the thin arrow pierced her shoulder fiercely, knocking herself into the air in one fell swoop.

"As my mercy, disappear, Wu Yejun who has no intention of fighting."

Bayi Yonglin's words echoed in her ears, and Wu also couldn't think of a rebuttal.

Although it is very upset, this guy is right. I am such a guy who is worse than a bastard, but if, if I have the strength, I can also fight her, even if it is only a trivial degree...

A red light flashed in the unconscious hand, with a bit of bitter unwillingness, Wu Ye's consciousness gradually plunged into the darkness...

Chapter 40: Passersby Entering the Protagonist Mode

boom!

"It hurts--!"

The small body rolled on the ground several times, the original clean bathrobe was also stained with a lot of dust, and a slight redness and swelling slowly appeared on the boy's immature face.

"What are you doing! Violent BBA!"

"It's not a BBA but a big sister, right!"

With a bang on the young man's head, the black-haired witch in red and white clothes mercilessly hit the boy's newly raised head to the ground.

"You guy...obviously an adult! You still fight with children!"

"This is not fighting, it's education!"

The witch stretched her hand to the corner of the boy's cheek, pinched it and pulled it fiercely.

"It hurts--! Come on, stop it!"

"Heh~Stop it? Didn't you say that this is a dream? Is all this fake? How dare a little devil really think about it."

"That's the way it is!"

Breaking free from the witch's claws, the corner of the boy's eyes was sore and tears came out, he held his flushed cheek with one hand, and confronted the witch's fierce expression unanimously.

"My abilities can't be used outside of my dreams! I'm just ordinary people! You are just people who I imagined in my dreams! You monsters or witches are good! No one will believe me when I say it!"

"Haha."

Laughing and slamming a fist on the boy's head again, the witch looked at the little boy who was crying on the ground holding his head and said with interest:

"I thought you took the wrong medicine today, because you think your ability is too inconspicuous."

"certainly not!"

The boy retorted, blushing.

"Huh! Don't be too smug, kid!"

With one hand on the boy's head, the enormous power made him unable to lift his head at all, and the witch broke up his hair and made a mess:

"Listen to me! No matter whether Gensokyo exists or not, whether your ability is strong or weak, it's not that you want to be recognized by others and be recognized by others! If you want to be a hero, don't Always restrain yourself with that kind of ordinary people's ideas!"

"Woo..."

"For me, a stone can also be used as a weapon, and you, hey, it's useless to give you the strongest ability in the world, right?"

"You, you bullshit!"

"Nonsense? Just a little kid like you, who doesn't even have the courage to face himself, is being laughed at? Being alienated? Being regarded as a second-degree disease who can only'dream'? Ha, I am laughing at me!

The witch squatted down, facing the boy's face covered by bangs.

"If you have to push all the problems above the so-called'dreams', then use your fist to break all these'dreams'? In this way, you can return to your so-called'reality' , Isn't it?"

"..."

The slender arm trembled, and the boy clenched his fist, but did not move.

Stroking the boy's head, the witch gently touched the boy's head with her forehead as she looked at each other.

"Guys who don't even have the courage to'fight', have any qualifications to complain here, and those who don't even have the courage to take a step, have any qualifications to complain."

"Don't, don't underestimate me..."

"In the final analysis, I just don't know that the cowards there dare not look back because they have been bullied. They only have the ability to vent at home, to such an extent?"

"Don't underestimate me...!"

"If you want to be the protagonist, don't show me a shameful passerby all day, kid."

"Don't underestimate me!!"

The boy shook off the Miko's hand and rushed towards her with his fist.

...

The picture of the memory freezes at this moment, the body pain is gradually regaining consciousness.