Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Miss Youyouzi."

Indeed, You Yuzi's own ability is to manipulate death, and it is naturally appropriate to use this power to deal with Fengjian Youxiang.

For the flower of the sun, which represents the vitality, the existence of the force of manipulating death is simply the existence of natural enemies.

However, there are also problems-

"Now go to the underworld to find Miss Youyouzi?"

What Wu Ye said was unreliable to him: "It's impossible, right? Even though Miss Fengjian's attention is on Akong..."

As if to confirm Wuya's speech, a loud noise erupted from below, but the two of them continued to talk blindly.

"But if you want to go out and rescue soldiers under her nose, it's hard for a strong man?"

"What are you talking about, Wu Ye, haven't you just learned the convenient way of moving between gaps? One time and one time is a blink of an eye?"

Reimu said with an incomparable grandeur, as if she had the power of a realm, and it didn't hurt to speak while standing.

"I said, you got a big problem wrong, that is, I have not learned this kind of power at all."

"Let's come, didn't you just use the gap to teleport that bird's head?"

"That's not me."

Wu Ye was speechless and looked at the sky: "That is to ask Zi to help me set up the'passage' between the old hell and the sun flower field. At best, what I did was just open the two passages."

"What, it's so useless."

"Hey, I'm really sorry for being so useless!"

"No, wait..." Reimu, who suddenly realized something important, looked at Wu Ye in a daze and asked: "You said you just asked Zi to open the gap for you?"

"Uh, yes."

"Then she actually helped you?"

"if not……?"

"What did you do?" It seemed that Reimu was really curious.

"Ah, this..."

Wu also turned his head somewhat unnaturally, and said in a low voice: "Just throw away all the self-esteem and morals..."

Chapter 47—Human Contradictions

"Is it okay not to help him?"

"It's okay, that's the path Wu Ye chose by himself. Since this is the case, we don't have a good time to complain. After all, the time has not come. No, is it because of bad luck?"

Leaning lazily on the bench, Yakumo Zi tilted his head to stare at the battlefield opposite the gap, his eyes flowed and sometimes showed a faint loss: "Originally, we thought that our luck was very good...it seems to be an illusion. "

Yakumolan stood silently, watching the battlefield with his master.

"Feng Jian Youxiang is serious." After hesitating for a while, she said: "She is still further unlocking her seal, it seems that she is going to fight with all her strength."

"It's pretty good, isn't it?"

Yakumo pursed his eyebrows, and said nonchalantly: "Yatadori and Flower Tyrant, both are proud of endurance. Are you wondering who will win?"

"...It will be very troublesome to deal with afterwards, Master Zi."

Lan slowly closed his eyes, and looked a little tired: "If they continue to fight, the result will undoubtedly be another mess that is difficult to clean up."

"No, we don't think so."

"You mean...?"

"Winning is bound to see Youxiang," Yakumo Zi said confidently without a trace of hesitation: "That bird's head is still too tender, and such a guy is too naive to win against the tyrant in that state."

"Yatsutori...Isn't she in perfect condition now?"

"Well, I'm surprised, isn't it? It's obviously too strong, but it hasn't reached the peak."

"As you said..."

In Yakumolan’s eyes, there was a bit of horror in surprise. The Yatagori was surrounded by so many people and made a fuss for more than half a month. If this is not a complete state, then What will her peak be like...

"Actually, we are also very curious, this is what the fellow Siji Yingji told us."

"Hammer, right?"

"Yes,"

Looking at Akong, who was crushed by the wind to see Yuxiang in the picture, but had not fallen down yet, Yakumo Zi's interest suddenly came up: "The hell crow that swallowed the sun sank was cursed by the goddess, this It will fall—this is what the prophecy says."

"Is this a poem handed down from the gods?"

"Exactly, but sure enough, the prediction is unreliable. At least we can't see where the bird's head is showing signs of dying."

Squinting her narrow eyes, Yakumo Zi said meaningfully, "Or, she has already died once..."

"...Sorry, Master Purple."

Yakumolan, who was consciously unable to answer the conversation, lowered her head, but Yakumozi didn't scold anything. Her gaze wandered on the battlefield several times, and finally fell on Wu Ye.

It seems helpless, it seems to sigh, or there is still some dissatisfaction.

"Speaking of which, did Wu Ye hesitate just now? No, he must have hesitated for a moment."

"...I'm very sorry, Wu Yejun did not hesitate, the answer was almost blurted out."

"That's really a shame."

Yakumo Zi quietly stared at Wuya on the opposite side of the gap, and finally said with regret: "Na, Lan, do you think human beings are really that good?"

"..." Lan opened his mouth slightly, but did not speak.

"Weak, lifeless, life that is less than a hundred years old, is there any nostalgia? Wu is like this, they are like this, why are everyone holding this meaningless identity tightly? Is it really that good for a human being to live?"

Yakumozi's tone was very flat, but Yakumolan still heard deep dissatisfaction and care from it.

It’s not surprising to think of it like this. The succession of friends died early because they refused to abandon their human identity. No, although this is not the most important reason, the human identity is always the one hidden in the heart. thorn.

For Wu Ye's answer, Yakumo Zi might have expected it, but she still did that.

Yakumolan couldn't understand Yakumo Zi's dedication to Wuya. Maybe she will understand it slowly in the future, but she definitely can't now.