Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Sitting cross-legged on a high stone platform, Cuixiang drank wine while admiring Wu Ye's escape under Xingxiong Yongyi's figure. I have to say that this feeling was quite refreshing.

"Haha, Yongyi seems to be having a great time, Wu Ye is also unlucky today, she has provoke her, but this way of training can also achieve a lot of results."

Cuixiang lay on her side and took a sip of wine, looked at the empty side with a sharp heart, and said as if talking to herself:

"You're right? Purple?"

"Ha ha."

A faint chuckle came from the void, and the deep gap suddenly opened in the air, holding a parasol, Zi slowly leaned out of it:

"It's better to Cuixiang, because it's been a long time since Wu Ye looks so serious."

"Hahaha."

Cuixiang burst into laughter at Zi's statement:

"Where is my way, but Wu Ye knows that if you are not serious, Yong Yi will never show mercy. She is still angry now."

"Anything is fine. In short, I don't expect to have much effect by holding the Buddha's feet temporarily. I only hope that Wu will not'die' too soon."

Zi's ​​gaze fell on Wu Ye's body far away, seeming to be in a daze. She didn't know what she was thinking. After about three or four seconds, she looked away again:

"By the way, Cuixiang, was the matter that I asked you last time to make sense?"

"What's the matter over Yan Mo?"

Slightly reducing the briskness on her face, Cuixiang took another sip of wine with her head stuffed:

"The last time I drank, I asked for some interesting information."

"drink?"

Yakumo's purple brow raised slightly, and he smiled immediately:

"With the god of death under Yama?"

"Yes."

Speaking of the same bold drinker, Cuixiang's mouth inevitably showed a burst of pleasure:

"Although that guy Komachi always makes excuses for skipping work when he works, he is never vague when he drinks. I didn't expect such a character to work under that Yan Mo."

"The so-called world means that some strange things will always happen."

With a sigh of approval, Yakumo Zi's calm eyes were slightly serious:

"Then, did she say something?"

"Well, when I asked about Wu Ye, she told me something interesting."

Cuixiang put down the wine gourd and tried to recall:

"Yan Mo did give something to Komachi and asked her to give it to the right person, and Komachi felt that Wu was that person, so he gave it to him, but it turned out..."

"The result was accidentally lost by Wu Ye?"

Yakumo Zi continued Suixiang's words, causing the other party to be surprised:

"Do you know all about Zi?"

"You know it so far, after all, we were watching it by the side."

Without shying away from speaking about the situation where he was present at the time, Yakumo Zi asked:

"Others, is there any other information on that god of death? For example, what is it?"

"That's not true. Even Komachi doesn't know what it is. I guess only Yan Mo himself would know."

Cuixiang shrugged helplessly, but when Yakumo Zi was disappointed, she spoke again:

"However, I heard another interesting thing from Komachi."

"Another funny thing?"

"Well, even Komachi doesn't know exactly what Yan Mo gave her, but she has heard about the origin of that thing from Yan Mo."

"origin?"

Yakumo Zi's eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly became interested:

"tell me the story."

"It is said that a long time ago, when Yan Mo was on trial in hell, he threw a pure white soul into the deepest part of hell, and that thing seemed to be entrusted to Yan Mo by that soul and asked her to give it to the right person. "

"Pure white soul..."

The facts of this passage are too far away, and these few words can only piece together an obscure and one-sided strange conjecture, which is far from the original idea of ​​Yakumo Zihara.

Her original intention was only to clarify the mystery of Wu Ye's body, but what she did not expect was that the more she investigated it, the more mysterious it became. There were countless signs that Wu Ye's body had some "sources" connected to the past.

From the anomaly of Yongrin, to the gods of Moriya Shrine, and then the hell crow of the old hell, now even the Hell of hell can be involved.

She can tolerate Wu also getting involved with any forces, except Hell and Hades.

But fortunately, his relationship with hell doesn't seem to be so "close". When I think of Wu Ye's shaking hands and throwing things that people have kept for so long into Santuhe, Yakumo Zi can't help but want Laugh.

The complex expression on his face gradually relieved, Yakumo Zi glanced at Wuya who was still playing with Xingxiong Yongyi with eagles and chicks from a distance, and then said to Suixiang:

"The date for the Lunar War is set, and it will be tomorrow."

"So anxious?"

Cuixiang was taken aback:

"What about Wu? Do you think he can master that ability in a day?"

"impossible."

With Suixiang's stunned expression, Yakumo Zi denied Wuya's possibility without much thought, but it seemed that she didn't seem to care very much:

"There are still too many unknowns about Wu Ye's abilities. It's too early to rely on it, but it's fine. Anyway, we have specifically figured out a new method for him."

Chapter 29 Failure is not terrible

"From tomorrow, I will be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood, and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea and spring flowers..."

"Wu Ye, in the early morning, what are your nerves!"