Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"It hurts!" When she was hit by a stone unexpectedly, Lai Guang's forehead immediately turned red. She was taken aback for a moment, and then jumped up anxiously: "What are you doing, bastard!"

Hua Shan said solemnly: "In fact, I wanted to do this a long time ago."

"You guy is owed, right? Right?!"

"Haha." Although Hua Shan's actions to Lai Guang are trivial or even insignificant compared to what happened to her, she was even more happy than when she won the victory.

"You bastard...!" Lai Guang gritted her teeth and looked at this posture. If it weren't for the formation, she would roll up her sleeves and come in and fight with Hua Fan.

"Boy, it's meaningless to think about so many things for your head that is useless except for light."

"Ah?!" Lai Guang, who was already angry, noticed Hua Shan's gaze. It was not the usual contempt or ridicule, but something that appeared in Lai Guang's memory, which made people look forward to. Unfamiliar eyes.

"That is the way of survival and the meaning of existence-there are no ghosts for good in this world. Since they are born as ghosts, doing evil is inevitable, spreading fear, preying on humans, and explaining powerfulness. This is how ghosts survive. It is also the meaning of my fight with you."

After that, Hua Fan slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously: "But, that said... Although it is a bit annoying, fighting with you is really interesting."

This is Hua Shan's last words, maybe to answer Lai Guang's question, or maybe... it's just her self-talk.

Consciousness was sinking, and the world of Hua Fan fell into an endless abyss, until the trembling blow, like a sharp claw, tore the sky surrounded by darkness.

The black wings spread out, and the powerful aura that covers the sky and sun fills the air, Tengu?No, that is...

Chapter 56 The Truth About the Decline of the Ghost Race

"Well……"

After struggling unconsciously, Hua Fan instinctively wanted to escape the darkness. After trying to open her eyes, she seemed to see such a pure starry sky for the first time.

The smell of mud swept across the tip of her nose, and the touch of the green grass did not seem to be fake. Although there were many doubts, she could feel it and be sure of the point--

She is still alive.

"you're awake?"

It was a sound that seemed to be relieved, turning his head slightly, and from the direction of the sound, I saw the master of the sound through the star light fan: "Along, did you save me?"

"Forget it," Wu Ye shrugged and handed the water sac in his hand to Hua Fan: "Although I want to celebrate now, it is a pity that there is only a barely clean river near here."

"Ah."

Hua Shan grinned reluctantly, and took a sip of the water sac, and the overflowing clear water wetted her hair, and the drops of water gave off the clearest light under the shining of the stars.

"Although I guessed it, I didn't expect it to be water... Even if there is no wine, there is not even a fish in the river?"

"Don't be so picky, hey, your physical condition is so bad, drink water honestly." Wu Ye would not admit that he didn't prepare because he didn't know how to deal with the fish he caught.

"Hehe." Hua Shan smirked, took two more sips in his mouth, casually put the water sac aside, regardless of the wet hair and clothes, just lay down with such a big grin.

Wu also packed up his things and couldn't help but stare at Hua Fan again.

"What's the matter?" Hua Shan asked puzzledly.

"No," Wu Ye shook his head, sighing a little, "You look like a ghost king now."

"Which ghost king have you ever seen lying here like a dead fish?" Hua Shan replied angrily, and Hua Fan realized that there was something wrong in the words: "Wait, when will I become a ghost king? Cuixiang wants to pick a son?"

"Ah... slip of the tongue." Wu Ye was stunned, and then he went over it casually. He almost forgot that there are no four heavenly kings of ghosts in this era, and some are just a ghost king Jiutun boy.

Looking away without a trace, Wu Ye seemed to ask casually: "Listen to your tone, are you familiar with Cuixiang?"

Glancing at Wu Ye intentionally or unintentionally, Hua Shan said lightly: "Your tone doesn't sound like the one you just met."

"..." Wu Ye choked, secretly sighing that he was too careless: "Ah, my character is so familiar."

Hua Shan stared at Wu for a long time, until the other party felt a little uncomfortable, and then slowly looked away: "Just treat it like this."

"In fact, it's nothing," Hua Fan said in a story-telling tone, looking at the stars in the sky, with both hands resting on the back of his head, "I and Cuixiang are friends. We met a long time ago."

"I guessed it. After all, you can all call each other by name. Oh, right, you know that Hong You San and you, right?"

"There are three red?"

"Beside Miss Cuixiang, the one with a big red horn on his head."

"You mean Yongyi," Hua Shan couldn't help but laughed out loudly: "If you let that guy know that you actually gave her such a strange title, I don't know what she would think."

"It doesn't matter what she thinks." Wu Ye didn't care. The relationship between him and Yongyi was different.

"Yongyi and I are also friends. In our opinion, that guy's straightforward character is her advantage, but in your opinion, maybe it's not easy to get along with, right?"

Hua Fan guessed very accurately. Yongyi's character is straightforward if it sounds good, and if it doesn't sound good, it's that he doesn't know how to do things, and he acts too violently.

Although I heard the other party personally say it, Wu Ye still can't imagine that Cuixiang is a drunkard, drinking for half of the day, and Yongyi with a baseball bat is a bad example. As for the Hua Fan... this guy is not like this ghost.

I don't think these three guys will be friends at all.

"I heard that you had a fight with Yongyi before?"

"Huh?" Hua Shan suddenly mentioned the old things again and Wu Ye was taken aback for a moment, and then he was a little bit confused: "It's actually a misunderstanding."

"If you feel the need, I can apologize to you instead of Yongyi." When Hua Fan said this, there was a stubborn seriousness in her eyes.

"...I don't need it." Wu Ye really didn't expect Hua Shan's attitude towards this matter to be so formal.

Hua Fan smiled: "With the character of that guy Yongyi, it is absolutely impossible for her to bow her head to you, even if the world turns over."

"What about you?" Wu puzzled: "Are you a ghost too?"

"Yes." Hua Shan pointed to the corner of his head.

"Then you are willing to bow your head so easily?" According to Wu Ye's cognition, the ghost tribe is a group of people who like to lift the table at all times. It is impossible for them to apologize in a low voice.

"I've said it, it's instead of Yongyi. If it's me, it's definitely not unwilling." Hua Shan smiled indifferently.

"This...is there a difference?"

"Of course there is. After all, Yongyi is one of my few friends. Just bowing her head for her is not a big deal."

The evening breeze with a chill of three minutes blew the bangs of the Chinese fan, the red eyes had already faded away from the shabby color, leaving only the loneliness filled with loneliness.

"There are few left, after that war...I don't want to lose anyone."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little silent. In the quiet night, even the worms could not be heard around. Wu also knew that he had provoked a terrible topic, that is, he closed his mouth and said nothing.

"Actually, I didn't agree to participate in this war at the very beginning," Hua Fan turned around and said something else: "It's just because Suixiang owes Yakumozi's favor, that's why we are here. ."

"You all seem to respect Miss Cuixiang?"