Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

When all the raging fires of greed dissipated, Wu Ye was finally able to escape from the pain of his body being burned by sin, but what was waiting for him was another spiritual suffering.

Unable to stay for even a second, Wu also immediately rushed to the devastated ground, looking for the direction of Yuko like crazy.

The flame of despair was like a grassland, like a forest, and the fear that paved the entire land deeply hurt Wu Ye's final sanity.

The broken body of the Westward Demon stood quietly in front of Wu Ye, accompanied by countless jewel-like static blue flames, pushing away the layers of despair, and hiding in the depths of the final is the fire of life of the young girl. .

Standing in front of the dead girl was a silent monster.

Yakumo Zi stopped in place blankly, and the scarlet of her fingertips slipped drop by drop. She had never thought that she would watch the death of her friend in this way, even in the most absurd dream.

Because she is very powerful, because she is a monster sage, because even if the war cannot be stopped, she can leave everything without hesitation, as long as it is for Yuko.

However, the cold reality is the most merciless ridicule, it ruined everything about Yakumo Zi without mercy.

For Yakumo Zi, the world exists for Yuko to have a place to laugh. If Yuko no longer exists, then what is the meaning of this world?

Step by step, Yakumo Zi slowly came to Yuko's body, gently covered the ashes burned by the flames on Yuko's body with petals, smoothed her collar, hugged her into her arms, and quietly Feel the body that has lost its temperature.

Wu Ye stood by her side, waved away the withered branches of the demon around him, and he was wearing a mask, exuding an ominous breath.

Looking at Yakumo Zi, Wu Ye suddenly let out a weird laugh, as if he was trying to strangle all sighs in his throat with chains to prevent them from coming out, dull and gloomy.

"Actually, I have always had a doubt as to what the so-called true and false are based on."

Self-consciously, Wu also began to say: "No matter what era, I have not found the existence of Dragon God. It seems that it is not because he is too mysterious, but I misunderstood."

Glancing at the Dragon God battle robe on his body, Wu Ye slowly took it off, folded it neatly and placed it next to Yuko, and then took off his mask and placed it on top of the battle robe.

Looking down and watching his gradually becoming vain body disappearing into the light little by little, Wu Ye could no longer restrain his laughter.

When history returns to its original trajectory, unnecessary existence will be excluded from this era——

This has been proved in the era of Kaguya Ji, who went with Meihong two hundred years ago. He once prevented Meihong from trying to reverse the foolish behavior of Xiaomeihong, so history has not changed.

And after that, Wu Ye and Meihong “disappeared” from that era, as if they had never appeared before... No, that might be wrong, it should be said that when they returned to that era, they had become Part of the "history".

Nothing has been changed, whether it is Little Sister Hong, or not, even Huiye and Yonglin have followed the original trajectory.

Everything they do seems to be just to make history move on its original trajectory, just as it is now.

He tried to change the future of Yuko, the root of all tragedies in Gensokyo, but the answer from the world was like this--

Looking down at the gradually transparent body...It was incredible, but Wu Ye didn't feel uncomfortable or resentful about it. On the contrary, he felt that he was suddenly enlightened.

It was as if the stone that was stuffy in the heart was moved away, the depressed air suddenly became fresh, and even the fist that should have been weak and weak at this moment seemed to have infinite power.

He raised his head and was bathed in the first ray of light that fell after breaking the gray clouds. The light was like a dedicated guard, expelling himself who had been soaked in darkness.

"Ha, ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha —"

Covering his face, he made a series of strange laughs that could not be suppressed as dry and harsh as rusty strings. Wu unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and said to himself: "It turns out that this is the case. It really makes me easy to find ,'Dragon God'——it was here..."

Using his feet to smash the mask that he had just put down, Wu Ye still felt as if something uncontrollable was growing crazily in his heart. Since he couldn't stop it, let it go.

Even if the smell is so disgusting-the smell of sin.

After making a mess of clothes and masks, Wu Ye finally seemed satisfied, and turned his gaze to Yakumo Zi, who had remained silent: "Who said that a thousand lie will become true?" Come on? Forget it, everyone is good-I really took it, I went around such a big circle, Zi, it turns out that the guy you always wanted to kill is me."

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, but I do want to kill you, Dragon God." Yakumo Zi was calm and terrible. She just hugged her friend tightly and stared at it with a lost look. This piece of land left only ashes.

"...Is it because of me that caused Yuko's death?" The arc of Wu Ye's mouth expanded unstoppably, even though the words were full of timid tremors.

"No, it's because you, a monster, appeared in Yuko's world." Yakumo Zi gently let Yuko lie down, turning her head and making no secret of her hatred: "We finally understand, and I chose to accept you from the beginning. Is wrong."

"is it……"

After a moment of silence, Wu Ye said seriously to Yakumo Zi:

"It's a coincidence, I think so too."

Chi Chi————!!!

As the words fell, the blue flames suddenly burst out from the ground, surrounding Wu Ye with teeth and dancing claws. Two rays of red and purple flew out of Yuko's body. He held the long sword of Lust in one hand. Holding the cup of gluttony in one hand, the time-controlling doll floated quietly above his head, and the golden key grew out of a chain and hung on his chest.

On the broken tower in the distance, a golden beam of light resonated into the sky, and countless streams of light flowed into Wu Ye’s body from an unknown distant place. Not long after, a hand full of cracks appeared on his right wrist. mirror.

"Ha—it’s incredible. It’s the first time I use these powers. Why does my body feel so familiar? Haha, it’s really strange.

Under the cover of the six-color light, Wu also grinned. It was obviously something he thought was so funny, but he couldn't laugh. Facing the stand-up Yakumo Zi's gaze with only hatred, he had nothing at this moment. Feared.

"Kill you!!!" Without a word of nonsense, Yakumo Zi manipulates everything that can be manipulated, and the power of the realm is maximized at this moment. It is the color of hatred in her heart that distorts the world.

"Impossible." Wu Ye's almost indifferent words were like a declaration, blocking all Yakumo Zi's delusions.

A sword swung down, and the overwhelming blue flames stirred the twisted world like a big dye vat. Takeya sideways avoided the Yakumo Zi who attacked from the gap, and threw the cup of gluttony backhand and replaced it with Gangni Er penetrated her body with just one shot.

Although the demon power was exhausted and nailed to the ground, the hatred in Yakumo Zi's eyes remained undiminished.

"Damn! Demon power...!" Yakumo Zi struggled, realizing that she could not escape the shackles of the sharp spear, she raised her head and stared at Wuya firmly, as if she wanted to keep that face in her mind. .

After sighing, Wu Ye tried hard to show his helplessness, but the smile was distorted and terrifying: "It's useless, Zi, even if your demon power is in full bloom, you can't beat me now."

"So what!" Yakumo Zi firmly grasped Gungnir's spearman, splashed blood and stained the wisdom of the sage, like a devil soaked in hatred, she said every word: "I have remembered You, Dragon God, even if I can’t kill you now, but I still have time, ten, twenty, one hundred, one thousand years, until the end of time! One day I will kill you, Come and draw a rest for this hatred!"

"So that's impossible."

This time, Wu Ye never chose to escape. He looked straight into Yakumo Zi’s eyes, and the long sword in his hand was blooming: "But don’t worry, Zi, one day I will let you kill me with your own hands, but Not now, because I still have to do something."

"You guy...do you want to escape?!" Yakumo Zi, who found Wu also disappearing a little bit, widened his eyes, and the flames of hatred almost gushed out of his eyes.

"Sorry, Zi, I will take away your memory, you will no longer remember my appearance, this is a necessary job for the future survival." Wu Ye holding the long sword of color desire has an indescribable weirdness in his heart. sense.

Although it was the first time to use it, he seemed to be familiar with it in terms of ability and method, as if he had used it countless times.

"What...!" Yakumo Zi was stunned, even if Xuan was dazzled by the red brilliance, she only heard Wu Ye's sorrowful singing in a trance.

"May your soul sink into the world of love and get eternal happiness. In exchange, may your body be my eternal servant, come and dance."

this is?!

Even though he was in an extremely disadvantaged position, even just dazzled by anger to launch a self-destructive attack, Yakumo Zi suddenly calmed down after seeing the red sword in Wu Ye's hand.

Yuko's figure flashed in her mind, and the powerlessness once dominated by the sword was still vividly visible. It was not until Yuko's death that she regained her will.

This feeling can't be wrong, it's the same ability!

Although she realized what Wu had to do, Yakumo Zi was still powerless. She couldn't resist this force, but she could not just stare blankly at the other party's recklessness!