Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Let's ask straightforwardly, what are you?"

Yakumo Zi deliberately used "what" instead of "who" to question Wu Ye, which naturally meant that she had already identified Wu Ye inhuman.

Under the mask, Wu's slightly stiff face twitched slightly, and he opened his mouth, his frank words stuck in his throat, wondering whether he should say it.

When all the problems were piled up in front of him, he suddenly realized that his thoughts were so naive.

Why does Yakumo Zi trust him?Because he came back from the future?Because he can save everyone's miserable future?

ridiculous.

Wu can also fully imagine that after he and Yakumo Zi said these things, the other party’s expressions of pity and sarcasm, let alone her, in all fairness, change to be himself, if someone suddenly comes to him to say this, He would also think that the other person is a lunatic.

These awe-inspiring reasons were not as effective as a friend of Yuko, and in front of Yakumo Zi, Wu also didn't even know if he should say his real name.

"Answer us, what are you?" Yakumo Zi urged again, her patience is not very good, this can be seen from Yakumolan's ready-to-play eyes.

"I--"

Wu also took a deep breath and said, "I have a dream."

"..."

Yakumo Zi paused while holding the wine bowl, his eyes froze for a moment, but Wu Ye's answer was beyond her expectation, because-this article is not right!

Not only her, but Lan and Cuixiang were also stunned. The topic was too fast to keep up with their logic.

Like an actor on the stage introducing himself, Wu Ye held up his chest and said loudly, "My dream is world peace."

"..."

There was another unnatural silence, and then Cuixiang couldn't help it. She put down her drinking bowl and laughed. "What the hell is this guy trying to say, Zi, your friend is really interesting."

Yakumo Zi also looked at Wuya with a weird expression, wouldn't it be ashamed to say such nonsensical things aloud?

It's really shame to say it.

Wu Ye who said these words actually didn't know what he thought. After the original plan was completely disrupted, he said all he could think of.

Of course, his original intention was to express that he and Yakumo Zi are comrades with the same goals, but when he came to his lips, he turned into such a shameful remark.

Now that this is the case, Wu also stopped struggling at all, and everything became something that was nothing but brain: "A world where humans and monsters can exist, a world where both humans and monsters can coexist peacefully, that is the ideal of my goal. world."

"Hey, what do you guys want to say?" A faint hatred flashed in Cuixiang's eyes. Although she had regarded Wu Ye as a weird person with a very different world view, she couldn't presume that she hadn't heard such words.

Cuixiang’s gradually cold tone did not stop Wu Ye. He stared at Yakumo Zi intently, hoping to see the other's attitude: "I told you this before, so she asked me to come to you. This is what she said--"

After a pause, Wu also said, "'Zi she has the same idea as me.'"

He finished his words. Unfortunately, Yakumo Zi's expression has not changed in any way, and she has not changed the slightest because of Wuya's speech.

It seems that she still feels a little bit unfinished, and her eyes seem to say "Please continue your performance" again.

"This is definitely not a foolish dream. I have definite evidence to prove that I have the ability to do all of this. I believe Miss Zi has discovered it too, my power--"

What Wu, who was still unable to accurately control his realm, was able to do was to control the start and stop of his power. That amazing demon power was released again, and the entire banquet was suddenly covered with a special color.

The boiling wine froze into ice in an instant. The infinite ghosts could not even hold a small wine cup. Even if the close partners could not reach with all their strength, the dreamlike world was eroding the eyes little by little. Reality in all reach.

"Impossible, this is?!" Cuixiang's eyes were filled with unspeakable horror. As a friend of Yakumo Zi, she understood very well that these changes caused by Wu Ye were a manifestation of ability. ——

"The ability to manipulate the realm."

Yakumo Zi made a conclusion that she didn't even believe, but the facts were right in front of her. This guy did indeed manipulate a power that she once thought could only be manipulated by herself.

It's not an illusion, but also as an existence that can manipulate the realm, Yakumo Zi can be sure that this mysterious guy in front of Ming Dynasty really has the same power as himself.

Chapter 40 The Silent Ghost King

"No matter what, I still can't agree with that bastard, I can't trust him at all..."

He gurgled, drank all the wine in the cup like venting, and the boredom that could not be vented seemed to be swallowed back into his stomach. No matter how strong the wine was, Xingxiong Yongyi's eyes were sober and terrifying.

"Well-calm down, Yongyi, Zi have decided, the matter is a foregone conclusion, it doesn't make much sense for you to tangle." Cuixiang smiled and filled Yongyi with the wine.

Although ghost tribes who like fine wine will hold banquets every day, according to this method of drinking, I am afraid that Yongyi will get drunk before the banquet has started, but Cuixiang has no plan to stop it. Maybe as far as the other party is concerned, get drunk here. The field is much better than worrying about the unchangeable reality.

After drinking the wine filled with Cuixiang, Xingxiong Yongyi suddenly whispered: "You have changed, Cuixiang."

"Huh?" The wine cup to the mouth could not help but catch a glimpse of Yong Yi's complicated gaze, Cui Xiang smiled: "What happened suddenly? The roundabout way of speaking is not suitable for you at all, Yong Yi."

"You have indeed changed, Cuixiang." Yong Yi looked down at the bottom of the lamp, raised his hand and shook it, and the bright moon reflected in it gradually became hazy.

"Really? Where?" Cuixiang asked seemingly indifferently.

"If we put it in the past, at this time, we should have gone to war."

"Go to war? With whom?"

"Monster sage."

"Hahahaha—Yongyi, it is indeed something you can say." Cuixiang laughed aloud, ignoring the strange gaze of her friend, she just immersed herself in her own world.

There was naturally no lack of laughter at the banquet, but Cuixiang's unscrupulous laughter was indeed a long-lost for Yongyi. Since that time, it seems that Cuixiang has never seen such a happy smile.

"Is she really that good?"

Yongyi stared directly at Cuixiang, the scarlet ghost pupil instinctively expressing evil spirits: "Is she really so powerful that she is so unattainable? Answer me, Cuixiang!"

She drank the wine in her own cup, Cuixiang stretched out her hand to the night sky, and the bright moonlight was held in her hand, so beautiful and so far away.

The slender wrists, the immature five fingers, the body that contains the power of the ghost king, tightened a little bit, and the open palm seemed to crush everything, twisting the night sky into a strange shape.

The unacceptable ear-piercing noise is like rubbing the glass with a sharp tool. The ghosts at the banquet couldn’t help but look into the sky. Cuixiang’s reckless behavior ignited the flame called Fearless. Sounded from the clan.

The starry sky, feared by people as gods, was so easily played with by Cuixiang, and finally turned into countless fragments under a piercing explosion.

Although it didn't really crush the starry sky, Cuixiang just crushed the space in sight, but even so, it was enough to make the ghosts' blood boil.

The popularity of the banquet seems to have reached its peak.

But because of this, Yongyi became more and more incomprehensible. Guizu would not lie. She asked her doubts bluntly: "Why? Cuixiang? Are you just so afraid of Yakumozi?"

"You are right, Yongyi, I have really changed," Cuixiang did not answer Yongyi's doubts, she lowered her head and said to herself: "I am probably the least ghost-like ghost in this world."

"Cuixiang?" Yongyi's eyes widened. She didn't understand what Cuixiang meant. If even the ghost king is not like a ghost anymore, then what is the ghost clan?

"I'm not afraid of Zi," the night blurred Cuixiang's face, making her unable to see her expression: "Indeed, I am not as good as Zi, whether it is power or wisdom, but what? Ghost fights never care These boring things."