Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"This is really a rare visitor, Master Yakumo Zilan, Master Yakumo Zilan."

The old voice is consistent with his appearance, and the green and white Kendo hakama is no longer as sharp as it used to be. It is a state of exhaustion that exudes twilight.

Astral demon.

Looking at the former garden master of the White Jade Tower in front of him, the old man who has now entered the final stage of his life, Lan Wei frowned. She couldn't think of the reason Zi Te came to him.

"It's really been a long time to meet officially, Demon Ji."

Zi called out the name of Soul Demon in the way of greeting old friends, and at the same time gently waved to Lan behind him:

"Blue, you are waiting here."

"Yes, Master Purple."

Even if there were doubts in his heart, he would never show it, Lan hid all unnecessary curiosity under his eyes.

Zihe Yaoji walked into the room. The Japanese-style tatami pattern always gave people an illusion of calm and slowness. With her back facing Yoji, she remained silent until the other party closed the door to the room. Raise a hand.

At that moment, the undercurrents hidden under Zi's calm appearance all turned into violent demon power, and in the blink of an eye they swallowed the two into a gap full of strange pupils.

And the Lan outside the door only noticed that the powerful fluctuations of the demon power inside were passing away, and she closed her eyes sensibly and remained indifferent and unaware.

In the gap, Yaoji was overwhelmed by a terrifying aura without resisting. He noticed the heavy feeling on his body like a lead and his suddenly empty body. He knew that this was a masterpiece from the adult in front of him.

"Is there anything that offends you? Master Yakumo Zi?"

After all, it was the former garden teacher of Bai Yulou, even though his life and death had been completely controlled by the other party, Yaoji still maintained a consistent calm.

"Offend? Don't be so scary."

Zi languidly leaned on a long chair that could even be used as a bed, with one hand propped up on the hanging head, with a Ruowu smile on the corner of his mouth, his tone was different from this big fanfare, surprisingly calm.

"You Ji, we don't know each other a day or two, we just want to talk to you."

When he waved his hand, he didn't know that he had played with a certain realm of Yaoji's body. Hearing the other party's painful snorting, Zi smiled and said:

"It's just that we think we can talk better in this way."

"Well……"

Being manipulated by Yakumozi's realm in his body, and still being manipulated by the worst, Yaoji felt that all his original common sense had been subverted, and now he couldn't even control his body, even with a finger.

"Don't worry so much, Yaoji."

The brutality in the purple-golden eyes flashed away, and he said in a harmless voice like a little sheep:

"We just want to ask something."

"..."

Yaoji was not Yakumo Zi's opponent thousands of years ago, and the gap between the two was still his unilateral crush. He didn't expect him to feel this way again after a thousand years.

"Is it the same weakness?"

With a sigh of self-mockery, Astral Demon lowered his eyes deeply:

"...What do you want to ask?"

"Some things from the past."

Zi lifted his gaze, passed the demon and fell into the abyss of endless gaps:

"Yaoji, do you remember why Baiyulou was built in the underworld?"

With a smile, Zi's words became more solemn.

"Do you remember who was buried under the Westward Demon?"

With that, Zi Luo's eyes were sharper.

"Do you still remember the name of the master you used to serve?"

There was speechless silence, Zi was waiting for Yaoji's answer.

"……remember."

"Ha ha."

Hearing Yaoji's answer, Zi seemed to smile with satisfaction, and she slowly straightened her body, looking down at the half-spirit in front of her, and vomiting cold memories in her mouth:

"The only people who can know the existence of'her' are you who buried her under the demon of the west, and...we who killed her, right?"

"...As you said."

"In that case, then, Yaoji, I hope you can tell me—"

Standing up from the chair, Zi walked in front of Yoo Ji, grabbed his hair with one hand, so that the eyes of the two were level, the pandan spit out like poison, making Yoo Ji's face pale to the extreme.

With the killing intent in her eyes circulating wildly, Zi stared at the demon jealous that had already been alive, and spoke word by word:

"Why, Wu would know that name too?"

With golden pupils stained red with bloodshot eyes, Zi asked hysterically:

"Why, Wu also knows You Youzi's name before his death!!"

Chapter 41—The Wrath of the Gods

The mountain of monsters.

As the name suggests, this is a huge mountain where monsters live, but not long ago, a few slightly special residents moved here. They were neither monsters nor humans, but gods.

"Hey, what should I do..."

On the mountain path, the white-haired Tengu was sighing secretly.

She wore the same six-pointed star hat as Wenwen, with three white balls strung together on both sides. The dress was a white-based dress with open arms similar to the witch, and the skirt was maple leaf color.

She is wearing tall wooden clogs, the two hairy beast ears on her head and the small and exquisite tail behind her suggest her identity-the white wolf and tengu.

Her name is Inu Zou Jun. As a tengu who is responsible for guarding and defending in the Tengu Society of the Monster Mountain, her daily job is to patrol the entire mountain of monsters. When intruders are found, they are warned and expelled and finally decided whether to go or not. Report the Great Tengu.

Because of the great tengu's power on it, almost no one would go to the mountain of monsters to make trouble. This led to the ease of daily life, but this kind of ease only ends today.

"Should I talk about it..."

Jun is very troubled now, and the reason is related to the two gods who moved into the mountain of monsters not long ago.