Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Noting the orange in this scene, he couldn't help but wonder: "You, what are you doing?"

"Anyway, choose one first."

Not knowing whether he was talking to himself or answering Orange's question, Wu Ye gently threw the copper coin upward, first caught it with the back of his hand, and then covered it with his other hand.

"If it's on the front, go to the left, if it's on the back, go to the right. That's fine. That's it.

"Do you... want to go over?" Orange stared at Wu Ye before the gap, and asked incredulously: "They are all super powerful enemies over there! Are you human? Seriously? Is it?"

"Of course it's serious, so the choice must be left to God's will, if this is the so-called destiny."

Wu also said, slowly removing the upper hand covered with the copper coin.

"The other side?" Although Wu Ye said that, his eyes slowly moved to the left gap: "Then go over here."

In fact, the opened gaps in front of him are all the same. They can’t see the depth, the good and bad, and can’t see what kind of enemy is waiting for him on the opposite side. So in fact Wu Ye’s approach is not very meaningful. He was just to confirm the choice of "God's Will".

Thinking back to the question of Orange, is he serious?

There is no doubt about the answer-yes, Wu is also serious. Although the method used does not show any "seriousness" at all, he is serious.

The path decided by tossing a coin is naturally understandable and can be termed "destiny". Unfortunately, Wu Ye has been a bit disgusted with this term recently.

So he chose the completely opposite path determined by "destiny".

In Wu Ye's very short life experience, there have been two unclear existences, one of them is Chang'e, one of the three great sages of the moon capital who locked him up, and the other is right? The god of the demon world-Shenqi.

Because only they would call themselves "Adam".

Wu Ye was born with an inexplicable rejection of Shenqi, but this does not mean that he likes to approach Chang'e.

Shenqi said that everything is destiny, which made Wu extremely resistant, so he chose the completely opposite path to the "destiny" represented by copper coins.

Chang'e said that he should never believe in himself, which also made Wu very unhappy, so he chose the path he believed in.

Wu did not favor anyone, because he believed no one.

"Then trouble you to take care of the house alone."

"Ah, hello! You, wait...!"

Orange exclaimed that she wanted to stop Wu Ye, but she didn't take a step because of her soft legs. She just stood there blankly, watching Wu Ye step into the gap on the left.

"call……"

Although it only takes a moment to pass through the gap, Wu Ye still squeezed out a long sigh of time and silently summoned the only weapon, Gangnir, and made up his mind that he would never escape no matter what kind of enemy he faced.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, as if through a water curtain, the blurry scene in front of him became clear in the blink of an eye.

It was obviously a lifeless land, but it was overgrown with flowers and plants, and blood-like flowers bloomed all the way from one end of the river to the other, as if they wanted to dye the river red.

Wu, who came here with the belief in fighting, was also confused and completely at a loss.

Because if he guessed correctly, the name of this river should be called Santuhe, or Tianhe, and the guy lying on the small boat by the river dozing off should be a god of death called Komachi.

Damn it!

Wu Ye's Gangneil was thrown to the ground.

Staring blankly at the calm scene in front of him, he only felt that the hustle and bustle of the battle just now was going away quickly, farther and farther away...

"Huh? What's the matter?"

The little movement awakened the lazy Komachi. She peeked out of the boat and looked at Takeya unclearly. Before she could ask a word, she heard a desperate roar--

"Wait for me! Where is the battlefield?! Why did I come to Santuhe!"

Thanks, passers-by, for your reward

Chapter 42 Small Misunderstanding

"Are there any reinforcements...?"

In the enchantment of the Everlasting Pavilion, Bayi Yonglin, who was in the midst of the battle, suddenly glanced at the starry sky with a few cracks, but she frowned and quickly let go: "Forget it, fortunately I have already prepared. ."

Her gaze turned away from the "Yakumolan" in front of her, and fell on the body of the distant Yakumozi, disdainfully said: "You will actually prepare other reinforcements. It really is your style, Yakumozi."

"Reinforcement?"

Unexpectedly, Yakumo Zi's expression was slightly startled, and she didn't seem to understand what Yakumo Eirin was talking about.

"It's a pity that your expectations are going to fall." Without giving Yakumo Zi an opportunity to explain, Yakuchi Nagarin said indifferently: "There is another level of art outside the barrier. Went to have tea with Yan Mo."

"what are you saying……?"

"Don't worry, I have no killer, I just throw people to the other side. As for what Yan Mo will do, it's out of my scope."

Bayi Yonglin smiled extremely contentedly, with a sense of superiority against the generals, which made Yakumo purple even more unclear. Therefore, she never remembered what reinforcement she had prepared.

You know, Yakumolan's secret is not a Chinese cabbage, if it weren't for the opponent is Yakuin Yakui, she even planned to take this secret all the way into the grave.

Of course, this is just the most beautiful extravagant hope. Strong enemies will always appear, but she didn't expect it to be so fast, and it was actually the fellow Bayi Yonglin.

"Tsk..."

Seeing that the other party hadn't been shaken by her own provocation, Bayi Yonglin smacked her lips secretly. For a thousand years, Yakumo Zi became more and more unfathomable.

But compared to these imaginary things, the big trouble in front of her really made her a little headache.

"——!"

"Yakumolan", no, let's call it Jimeng, she silently issued a fierce attack, and her domineering fist accidentally left a shallow mark on the cheek of Yonglin Bayi. .

"Except for not being able to speak, is there something about your body that looks like a dead person, should you say that you really are Hakuli's witch?"

Bayi Yonglin smiled, but her heart sank suddenly. It was impossible for her to leave a mark on her body without an attack of the same level. This was the privilege of the gods, and it was a symbol of her power as the original god.

Looking at the current Leimeng, and thinking back to the beginning, it is not surprising why the Reimu at that time could barely tie her.

The power inherited from her is really extraordinary. Although there was a faint feeling at the beginning, I didn't expect it to reach such a level.

"Allah, Yonglin, is it possible that even you are helpless to face her?"

"..."

At this time, the guy who can make such publicity, and even bring a somewhat ridiculous relaxed sigh, can only be Yakumo Zi outside the battle.

Although the movements in her hand did not stop, this did not prevent her from freeing up a little effort to laugh at a few words: "But it is not surprising that Lumeng is the trump card of our trump cards. The level of strength is taken for granted, right?"