Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Self-cultivation of a Passerby Male Lead Chapter 230

"do not know."

Komachi shook his head seriously, and then explained:

"This was given to me by Master Four Seasons before, saying that I was given to someone who'neither died, but can't be considered alive'. This is about you now, Wu?"

"Uh……"

Wu was also a little dumb. Indeed, he who came to the other side because of a strange recklessness cannot be counted as dead, but he can't be said to be alive either.

So in Komachi's default gaze, Takeya uncovered the dark cloth on the outer layer, and saw a delicate soup spoon lying quietly in it.

Chapter 21 Water can carry boats and can also row boats

"what is this?"

Wu hasn’t been blind to the point where he can’t even recognize the guy who eats. No matter how exquisite it is, the soup spoon is still a soup spoon. He used this kind of stuff when eating curry the other day. Confessed.

But now, what counts as Komachi handing him a spoon?Invite him to dinner?

"Don't look at me like that, I don't know anything."

Spreading his hands naturally, Komachi said in a rather innocent tone:

"I have already said that this is Master Four Seasons handing it over to me, let me give it to the qualified person who meets the conditions, and now you are that person, I just did it according to Master Four Seasons."

"But what's the use of this thing?"

"do not know."

"..."

After asking three questions, I don't know this cheating god of death. Wu, who couldn't get any tips from Komachi, had to study the spoon in front of him.

The wonderful pattern does not look like an Eastern style nor a Western style. It is not as good as the characteristics of any place in the world.

And as far as the structure is concerned, it seems to be just for making the style of a soup spoon. It doesn't feel like it can be used as a tableware. It might be more suitable for decoration.

Looking closely and looking far away for a long time, Wu not only found nothing, but added a lot of troubles for nothing.

No matter how you look at this thing, it's just an ordinary soup spoon, at best it can be regarded as a unique style, but it is still a soup spoon.

Is it true that Siji Yingji uses such a strange and weird rhetoric just to confuse the formation?

Confused Wu Ye tossed the spoon in his hand again and again, but found nothing, but when he was going to take it closer and observe it closely, it changed.

"Hmm!"

I saw that the dead water spoon seemed to come alive, and a blue flame burst out of it, covering the whole spoon in a flash.

"It's hot!"

The unreal flame, which is as illusory as it, has the same heat as the real flame. When the flame covers the surface of the soup ladle, Wu, who is holding the ladle, is naturally the first to be burned by it.

The moment the flame burned to the fingertips, Wu Ye retracted his hand like an electric shock, and one accidentally threw the soup spoon into the Sanway River.

"..."

"..."

Hearing a thump, and then there was no more movement on the surface of the river, Takeya and Komachi looked at each other speechlessly.

"Then what, accidentally..."

For a long time, Wu also grabbed his hair awkwardly, and asked with some embarrassment:

"Is it too late to fish now?"

"No, this is Santuhe..."

Even Komachi, who has always been very nervous, did not face this with relief at this moment. Although she was only responsible for handing over, the things were lost within two minutes after she left her hand. This mood is still somewhat strange.

"Uh……"

Lying on the side of the boat and looking at the bottomless three-way river, Wu Ye rarely became a little troubled. It wasn't that he thought the spoon was good. After all, he couldn't study anything, but he was instinctively. I feel a little distressed, I always feel that I have accidentally lost 100 million.

"Well, don't be sad, isn't it just a guy who eats? If you lose it, then lose it."

On the contrary, Komachi comforted him. While swinging the oars to let the boat move forward, Komachi said indifferently:

"I guess that is not an important thing, otherwise it's impossible for Master Four Seasons to give it to me for hundreds of years before I find someone who can give it away."

"Hundreds of years... Isn't that worse!"

It’s okay not to say Komachi, but even more distressed when he says Wu:

"Then it might be some kind of magical tool, maybe it has some awesome power, it was lost by me like this..."

"Haha, how could it be possible."

Regarding Takeya's delusion, Komachi said hehe:

"If it's such a powerful thing, how could I have not discovered it, it is the most unusual soup spoon, at best it may be a commemorative thing."

"nonsense."

Wu also retorted seriously:

"If it is really an ordinary soup spoon, why is there a sudden fire on it! Is your soup spoon and pot stove a function!"

"Ok……"

Komachi was silent. This was an unexplainable question. She also wondered why the spoon had been left on her body for hundreds of years without any problem. Once he got to Wuya, he had an extra function.

She didn't suspect that it was Wu Ye's own problems. After all, the death lamp was extinguished, and normal undead would lose all their abilities during their lifetime.

That is to say, no matter how strong the guy was before his death, once he became an undead, it would all be the same. In the face of death, all beings are equal.

"how do you say?"

"Well, then count it as useful."

The speechless Komachi agreed with Takeya's statement, but she lowered her head to look at the deep river water as before, and said helplessly:

"But what's the use of saying these now? If you lose it, you can still make it jump out by itself?"

"..."

There is a reason.