Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

After saying this, he shook off the village yarn, turned and ran away, leaving only the melon-eating people who were stupefied on the spot with a dumbfounded look...

Yesterday I was a little urgent, and I forgot to send a notice saying that it was not updated (guilt face)

Chapter 12 A Competent Doorman

"Hey! Minglian! Reincarnation! Brother Jun! Where are you going?!"

"I've said it! I'm not a life lotus!"

Being entangled by a strange guy, it feels like being possessed by a ghost... Wait, it seems that the captain is a ghost originally?

Wu Ye, who had already begun to enter a strange cycle of thinking, looked back with a lingering fear, and did not find the figure following him, which made him greatly relieved.

At the moment when he felt relaxed in his heart, Wu Ye subconsciously glanced at the ground that was flying backwards under his feet, an unreal feeling filled his mind.

Yes, he is flying.

Although the previous farce made everyone somewhat embarrassed and unpleasant, one thing is certain, that is, the magic power of the so-called "flying talisman" has been absorbed by him.

He was surprised that the profiteer Kappa did not deceive him. That talisman really has the ability to make people fly. For example, now, he naturally flies in the air.

Since he entered Gensokyo, it was the first time that he was taken to the sky in almost all circumstances, relying on his own magic power to fly.

It seems a little excited to think about it?

No no, it's far away.

Shaking his head to throw these messy thoughts out, Wu Ye fell from the sky with a rub, and his figure quickly sank into the forest.

The body under the blessing of demon power made Wu almost never tired of ordinary actions. After running non-stop in the dense forest for about ten minutes, a huge red bungalow gradually appeared in his vision.

This is the Red Devil Hall.

Takeshi, who escaped from the spaceship, did not return to Hakuri Shrine but chose to come here for two reasons.

First, Remilia is more reliable than the lazy Reimu.

Second, if Marisa and Wenwen joined the team in pursuit of them for a while, choosing the Red Devil Hall can give them a smoke bomb, so as not to run too late.

Why do you ask him to run?

Ha ha.

...

When Wu also came to the entrance of the Red Devil Hall, it was still early, and the doorman girl was still asleep, well, nothing wrong.

The guard girl's name is Hong Meiling. She looks domineering with long red hair that reaches her waist, but it is well concealed by the twisted braids on her temples. The bows on her braids reveal a soft temperament.

Meiling wore a Chinese dress and skirt gown. The dark green tones added a bit of tranquility. The hat on her head was inlaid with a five-pointed star, and the word "Dragon" could be seen faintly on it.

Meiling is a type that is familiar with Wu, but she hasn't said anything.

Although this cause and effect sounds a bit strange, the actual situation is like this. Compared to Paqiuli, who is obviously looking at people with colored glasses, the approachable Meiling is very friendly.

It’s just that the two of them didn’t say a few words. The only problem that caused this situation was that Meiling had a hobby, that was--

go to bed.

When she is fine, she likes to sleep under a big shady tree. When working, she likes to sleep at the door. This has almost become Meiling's daily lifestyle.

Today's Meiling is also full of energy, in a dream.

Then Wu who thought this way saw a shining light flashing in the distance, followed by a "poof", and a dagger was inserted directly into Mei Ling's forehead.

"Well……"

Meiling in her sleep didn't seem to feel the blood rushing into her forehead, she just wrinkled her nose unnaturally, and then continued to make a sound of sweet sleep.

"..."

Although it was not the first time I saw this scene, Wu was always surprised at Mei Ling's invincible sleep quality, and by the way, he was speechless at the guy who could abuse her without psychological pressure.

"Well, the accuracy seems to be worse."

With a suspicious comment to herself, the blue-and-white maid slowly walked over from the courtyard of the bungalow. She came to the front of Mei Ling and carefully observed her masterpiece.

In her eyes, there is no black belly bullying her subordinates, nor the sickness of shaking S, but a kind of almost sacred academic spirit. She is studying her throwing skills seriously.

Although it is researched with Meiling's head...

"When throwing, would it be better to raise your arms a little bit?" Sakiya pinched his chin, as if she was dissatisfied with the results of her practice this time.

Wu Ye who had been entangled for a long time couldn't help but speak.

"That, Sakuya."

"Ok?"

Sakiya, who was immersed in her thoughts, heard Wuya's call and looked up in a daze. She seemed so addicted just now that she didn't even notice the surrounding situation.

After seeing that the person who came was Wu Ye, the vigilance in her eyes was gradually reduced.

"It's Wuya, what's the matter?" After a pause, Sakuya glanced at the bungalow behind him, and said lightly: "Miss is still angry, if there is nothing urgent, I suggest you go back first. Better."

"Ahaha..." Wu grabbed his hair in embarrassment. The previous incident seemed to be quite a criticism of the maid.

But one yard goes to one yard, because now he can't think of a safer place than the Red Devil Hall.

"The weather today is really good..."

Wu Ye tried his best to make his expression look friendly. He asked tentatively, "I said, Sakuya, do you have time?"

Hearing this, Sakuya's beautiful eyes fixed on Wuya, and he slowly moved away after seeing him uncomfortably.

"...Is it here again?"

After a long time, a subtle sigh came from Sakuya's mouth, and her expression seemed to have guessed what Wuya was about to say next.

After all, in a sense, such situations have become commonplace for her.

"Are you in trouble again?"

"The word'again' is used too much, right?" Wu Ye's face blushed and turned away unnaturally: "This time it has nothing to do with me. They came here."

"Really, it's okay, anyway, the trouble has already come to the door, and it won't help to blame you now."

Sakuya raised her face, and her gaze toward the sky suddenly became far-reaching, and the sun shone on her still more youthful face, with a kind of vigor.