Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

With a depressed expression on his face, Wu Ye repeated tirelessly:

"I'll take you back in a while. Only my sister and classmates are in the house. I can just make up a reason and fool around."

"Ok."

Yao Meng nodded, she knew everything here.

"Then I will die once and go to Santuhe, Zi will wait for me there, and then I will bring the rocket back. During this time, you will bring the outside body to the shrine I just took you to."

"..."

Yaomeng shook her head for a while, but she couldn't understand it here.

"Tsk."

Wu also sighed why Yaomeng's understanding ability was so poor:

"Simply speaking, according to Zi’s speculation, if I want to interfere with things in Gensokyo, relying on the way of'dreaming' is not acceptable. I must use my external body, so I have to die and enter fantasy The township is good."

Yaomeng still didn't understand, but she felt as if she had found a fatal problem:

"... But if you die here, how will you be resurrected?"

"Hmph, don't underestimate me, but I have awakened a new ability, the ability to die half-deadly, how about it, amazing?"

"..."

"Fun, haven't you heard of the revolving lantern?"

In Yaomeng's dull eyes, Wu curled his lips disdainfully, then took out his cell phone and dialed Liuhua's number:

"Hello, Liuhua? Discuss something with you, how about making me a curry tonight..."

Chapter 31 The Fruit Gardener

"I'm back--hmm, there are guests?"

Wu Ye, who returned home with Yaomeng, accidentally saw a pair of unfamiliar shoes at the door, which made him feel puzzled.

There are only Liuhua and Ellio at home. Ellio doesn’t have any friends who can come to the house, and Liuhua’s friends basically know each other. They absolutely cannot go out wearing high heels...

With a question mark full of his belly, Wu Ye walked into the living room, and then—

"Ah, you are back."

"Miss Ten Flowers?"

Unexpected people appeared, and Miss Shihua appeared in front of him again wearing Wuya's special apron, still holding the long-handled soup spoon that never left her body.

"Didn't you go to work in Italy? You were fired?"

Duang!

The moment Wu Ye's voice fell, there was a bright red on his head, and Miss Shihua relentlessly smashed his head with a soup spoon, with high accuracy and scary accuracy.

"It hurts...just a joke, don't be so serious!"

Still not sure about Miss Shihua’s character, this made Wu very distressed, Liuhua sat on the sofa a little unhappy, Elliot had not yet gone downstairs, now only the two of them were talking, which made Wu even more distressed. Up.

"It's only courtesy."

Shihua answered Wu Ye nonchalantly, and then turned around him and fell on the demon dream who had just entered behind him:

"She is?"

"Ah, she is..."

Wu Ye was about to talk about his identity and fool around, but Shihua took the first step and guessed:

"Is it your daughter?"

Shihua’s words had just been spoken, and now he fell into a weird silence, Yaomeng’s expression was a bit dazed, and the Dark Black Zekes Primitive Second in Liuhua’s hand seemed to have accidentally flung away, and Wu Ye, he directly sprayed——

"How invincible I must be to give birth to a daughter about my age!"

Wu Ye's strong reaction caused Shihua to frown slightly:

"What, why don't you laugh, this is an Italian joke, haven't you heard it?"

"...Ghost knows!"

Wu Ye suddenly collapsed. Miss Shihua was still the Miss Shihua. You must not make jokes when you talk to her, but you must not be too serious, you will go crazy.

After finally sorting out her mood from Miss Shihua’s nonsensical joke, Wu Ye re-introduced the demon dream behind him:

"Then what, she is my sister..."

After Miss Shihua's gaze became sharp at that moment, Wu Ye, who knew she had accidentally passed her mouth, immediately changed her words:

"She is my sister's friend!"

Yaomeng glanced at Wu Ye in astonishment, seeming to wonder why the other party's lines were different from what he said, but he was still very cooperative and politely said to everyone:

"Soul Demon Dream, please advise."

"She is your sister's friend?"

Although Wu didn't understand that Miss Shihua skipped the countless names of the slot and cut directly to the point, but he didn't have time to care about it now, because he clearly found that the other party's eyes showed a sense of doubt:

"A friend of your sister's?"

"Uh, yes."

"Why did your sister's friend come to you?"

"...There are very complicated reasons. It is too troublesome to explain, so I will make up for you next time when I have time. Ahem, I will tell you again."

"is it……"

Miss Shihua's eyes clearly read the word "unbelief", but for some reason, she didn't expose Wu Ye on the spot, but stared at him with that subtle look.

This made Wu Ye wonder whether he should thank him or not.

When the silence between the two fell again, Wu Ye was slightly startled by the smell of the smell in the kitchen, and he sniffed it vigorously:

"It smells good, like... curry?"

"Well, I heard Liuhua said that you want to eat curry. I will prepare it for you when I have time."