Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Oh? The first generation?" Yakumo Eirin looked deeply at Yakumo Zi, her words seemed to have no meaning.

"Hehe, of course, this first generation is from the time Gensokyo was established," Yakumo shrugged and said calmly, "There is no way to do this, after all, Hakuli is a surname passed down from the distant past. , It can even be traced back to the gods four thousand years ago. It is too troublesome to calculate from generation to generation."

"This surprised me."

With that said, Bayi Yonglin evaded Lumeng’s heavy punch again, coldly glanced at the corner of her clothes that was torn by stone chips, she pretended not to care, and said: "I thought you were so good to Boli. I understand."

"how?"

"It's not a direct line that knows the roots, and a guy like you dare to bet on the trump card."

"..."

Hachii Eirin's words are cruel, but they are realistic. Yakumo Zi is a very talkative monster on the surface. Although she is actually very talkative, there is a lot of water in the words.

The one who knows you best is always your enemy. This sentence is obviously suitable for Yakumo Zi and Yakumo Eirin.

Yakumo Zi is actually not complicated, she is a very pure monster, pure, a monster that has rotted from head to toe.

She never trusts humans, nor does she trust monsters, she trusts only the "friends" she recognizes.

Within this definition, she saw that Wu Ye and Reimu who grew up were no longer humans in her eyes, and for the same reason, her friend You Yuko in the underworld was no longer a monster.

Yakumo Zi has created a new classification in the world and defined it as a friend, although it has not yet made up the number of this classification so far.

Although among the monsters, paranoid guys like this cannot be said to be completely absent, they even account for the vast majority, but Yakumo Zi is one of them.

If someone can observe this monster's daily life closely, he will find that in normal times, both humans and monsters will be treated the same.

Even if in front of her are the top monsters of the same class and a human child under the age of five, she still treats them equally.

But don't take this as how big a mind or kindness she has.

Yorin Bayi knows very well that there is only one reason for Yakumo Zi to do this, and that is, in her eyes, all beings in the world are the same and the same inferior except for friends.

She doesn't like humans, and she doesn't like monsters, and of course she doesn't like gods.

Before learning the truth about Gensokyo, Hachii Eirin always thought this was Yakumo's evil taste.

It's like building a cage and putting a hamster in, watching it keep running and running in it, she is 100% sure to believe that Yakumo Zi outside the cage will be happy watching them sweating profusely Laughed.

For such a hopeless monster, she has any reason to believe that she would actually bet such a big bet on an unidentified human.

Hachii Yongrin's question was not answered, Yakumo Zi waved her hand, dismissing her shikigami as usual, except that there was a little irritability between her actions.

These eight meanings of Yonglin were all seen in her eyes, her hands quickly weaving an ancient technique, with the beams of laser beams that temporarily forced the offensive miracle back, she pulled out, her eyes asked intricately last question.

"Did you kill her?"

"You can say so."

"Then, did you do this to revive her?"

"..."

Yakumo Ziwei looked at Yakui Eirin with a bit of astonishment. She didn't understand why the sage, who had always been wise, would ask such strange questions.

However, in the next moment, she suddenly remembered that she had revealed the story of burying a friend with her own hands in front of the other party. At this moment, looking at the complicated gaze of Hachii Yongrin, Yakumo Zi's thoughts suddenly became clear.

Yuko, Lumeng, the bizarre misunderstanding weaves the two memories together, and together they provoke the most malicious arc of Yakumo Zi's mouth.

Yakumo Zi pressed her chest firmly, she felt as if there was going to explode, her cheeks were flushed with greed, the turbulent emotions were like erupting volcanoes, and she almost couldn't help it.

Her fingertips were slightly white, and a trace of scarlet was left on her tightly pressed lips. Her trembling body was not because of fear but because of her patience!

The mellow wine needs time to accumulate, and the great joy that strikes the soul in front of you naturally needs some flavoring.

At that moment, at that moment, Yakumo Zi, who sensed the intention of Eirin Yakuchi, seemed to smell a feast in preparation, and for a moment, the leak of malice seemed to make her whole body float. .

"Do not."

The mouth of the Yakumo Red Sandalwood, which was carefully hiding everything, opened slightly, and the figure of Yakuin Yonglin in the distance seemed to be sinking little by little in the lavender abyss.

"We have never thought about it this way, not once."

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone!

Chapter 43 Can't be Delivered Again

Bayi Yonglin hates Yakumo Zi, one of the reasons is that the other party always likes to perfuse others with lies that can be seen at a glance, and its effect is no better than a nonsense.

"There is no one else here, and there is no third person who knows the content of the conversation."

Seeing that Lumeng stopped the offensive, Bayi Yongrin said, "So we don't have to hide each other anymore."

"is it?"

Yakumo Zi paused, and then said, "Since you said that, as a sincere thing, I think we will be very interested in your story, the part about the dream."

"...If it is used as a bargaining chip, I have no opinion." After hesitating for a moment, Yakumo Eirin agreed to Yakumo's opinion, but with the flash of sneer at the corner of the other's mouth, she never saw you again. Arrived.

Because from this moment, Yakumo Zi will hide it very deep, very deep...

...

Orange didn't know how long she had been trembling outside of the gap. She only knew that when someone came from the other side of the gap again, both Yakumo Zi and Yakumo Lan returned safely.

"Master Lan!"

Orange flew into Yakumolan's arms and hugged her tightly with tears. She hid her small head in the other's arms without saying a word.

Yakumo Zi just smiled faintly and ordered Lan to come over soon, then walked past the two of them, and went straight into the room where he usually rested.

And Yakumolan was stroking Orange's hair while comforting her, but at the end she found that her Shikigami was still uneasy.

"What's wrong with your orange?"

"Master Lan..." Orange clutched Yakumolan's clothes tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Is Master Zi unhappy?"

"Huh?" Bayunlan was taken aback when he heard the words.

On the other hand, Orange continued with an expression of fear: "Because Master Zi came back, the breath on her body is so terrible..."

"..."

This time, Yakumolan did not speak, but silently held the orange tighter.

The weaker the existence, the stronger the perception of danger, so it is not surprising that the orange smelled of fear from Yakumozi's body.