The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Ah, hello! You, wait...!"

Cheng exclaimed and wanted to hold Wu Ye, but she didn't take a step because her legs were weak. She just stood there blankly, watching Wu Ye step into the gap on the left.

"call……"

Although it only took a moment to cross the gap, Takeya took the time to let out a long breath, silently summoned the only weapon, Gungnir, and made up his mind that no matter what kind of enemy he faced, he would never escape.

The scene in front of him changed rapidly, as if through a layer of water curtain, the blurred scene ahead became clear in the blink of an eye.

It was obviously a lifeless land, but it was full of flowers and plants. Bloody flowers bloomed from one end of the river to the other, as if they wanted to dye the river red.

Wu Ye, who came here with the belief in fighting, was at a loss, completely confused.

Because if he guessed correctly, the name of this river should be Santu River, or Tianhe River, and the guy lying on the riverside dozing off in a boat should be a god of death named Komachi.

Boom!

Takeya's Gungnir dropped to the ground.

Staring blankly at the peaceful scene in front of him, he only felt that the hustle and bustle of the battle just now was rapidly receding, farther and farther away...

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The small movement woke up the lazy Komachi. She poked her head out of the boat and looked at Takeya inexplicably. Before she could ask a word, she heard a distraught roar—

"Wait for me, hello! Where is the battlefield?! Why did I come to Santuhe!"

Thank you, Bifang Lurenjun, for your reward

Chapter 42 A Little Misunderstanding

"Are there any reinforcements...?"

In the enchantment of the Eternal Pavilion, Bayi Yonglin, who was in the midst of a fierce battle, suddenly glanced at the starry sky with a few cracks, but frowned and quickly let go: "Forget it, fortunately, I have already made preparations." .”

Her gaze bypassed "Yakumo Blue" in front of her, and landed on Yakumo Zi in the distance, she said disdainfully: "You actually prepared other reinforcements, it really is your style, Yakumo Zi."

"Reinforcement?"

Unexpectedly, Yakumo Zi's expression was slightly startled, she didn't seem to understand what Yayi Yonglin said.

"But it's a pity that your expectations are about to come to nothing." Without giving Yakumo Zi a chance to explain, Yayi Yonglin said lightly: "There is another layer of magic outside the enchantment, and your reinforcements can only Go drink tea with Yan Mo."

"what are you saying……?"

"Don't worry, I didn't kill, I just threw people to the other side. As for what Yan Mo will do, that's out of my consideration."

Yayi Yonglin smiled very complacently, with a sense of superiority against the generals, which made Yakumozi even more confused. Therefore, she never remembered that she had prepared any reinforcements.

You know, Yakumo Lan's secret is not a Chinese cabbage, if not because the opponent is Yayi Yonglin, she even plans to take this secret all the way to the grave.

Of course, this is just the most beautiful wish. Strong enemies will always appear, but she didn't expect it to be so soon, and it was actually a guy like Yayi Yonglin.

"Tsk..."

Seeing that the other party was not shaken by her teasing, Yai Eirin smacked her lips secretly. In 1000 years, Yakumo Zi became more and more unfathomable.

But compared to these hypocrisy, the big trouble in front of her really gave her a little headache.

"—!"

"Yakumo Lan", no, let's call it Yumeng, she silently issued a fierce attack, and the domineering fist style accidentally left a shallow mark on Yayi Yonglin's cheek .

"Except for not being able to speak, you look like a dead person from top to bottom. Are you really worthy of being Hakurei's Miko?"

Bayi Yonglin smiled, but her heart sank suddenly. It was impossible for an attack of the same level to leave marks on her body. This is the privilege of the gods, and it is also a symbol of her strength as the original god.

Looking at Lingmeng now, and looking back at the beginning, it is not surprising why Reimu at that time could barely draw with her.

The power inherited from her is really extraordinary. Although I had a faint feeling at the beginning, I didn't expect it to reach such a level.

"Ala, Yonglin, could it be that facing her, even you are helpless?"

"..."

At this time, the guy who can make such a flamboyant, relaxed exclamation with a bit of sarcasm can only be Yakumo Zi who is outside the battle situation.

Although the movements of her hands did not stop, this did not prevent her from taking the time to laugh a few words: "But this is not surprising, Yumeng is our trump card. As the first generation Hakurei Miko, this kind of The level of strength is also a matter of course, right?"

"Oh? The first generation?" Yayi Yonglin looked at Yakumozi deeply, and the words seemed to have special meaning.

"Hehe, of course, this first generation is counted from the time when Gensokyo was established," Yakumo Zi shrugged, and said lightly: "There is no way to do this, after all, Hakurei is a surname that has been passed down from the distant past. , can even be traced back to the age of the gods 4000 years ago, it is too troublesome to calculate from generation to generation.”

"That surprised me."

Saying that, Bayi Yonglin concentrated on dodging Yan Meng's heavy punch, and glanced coldly at the corner of her clothes that was scratched by stone chips, she pretended not to care and said: "I thought you were so kind to Boli. I understand."

"how?"

"It's not a direct descendant who knows everything, and a guy like you dares to bet on the trump card."

"..."

Yayi Yonglin's words are cruel, but they are reality. Yakumo Zi is a very talkative monster on the surface. Although she is actually very talkative, but how much water is in the words, the benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom.

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

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