The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

As one of the insiders, Yakumo Lan is very aware of how terrifying secrets are hidden in the conversation between her master and Yayi Yonglin. If it is revealed one day, it will probably attract even more terrifying secrets than today. Disaster.

Back in the room, Yakumo Zi leaned on the bench, her lazy eyes seemed to lose focus, she stared half down at the messy Gensokyo across the gap, her dull eyes were faintly tired .

The establishment of a lie requires countless lies to cover up its truth. Yakumo Zi has long since ceased to tell the truth, and she is full of nonsense at her fingertips.

In the end, Baiyi Yonglin was tied to the chariot by her, using lies.

Thinking of this, the sarcasm at the corner of her mouth could not help adding a bit of self-deprecating meaning: "Sure enough, we have never been a good person."

Half of her body fell on the bench, her long blond hair slipped to the ground, like a puppet with a broken string, Zi Yakumo lay down quietly, her hands dropped casually.

In the quiet space, only the two small suns on the opposite side of the gap were still shining silently, but Zi Yakumo turned a blind eye to it.

Staring at the pitch-black void, Zi Yakumo said abruptly: "Hey, we are really your friends?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

The red and white maiden uniform floated past her eyes, with a relaxed and freehand smile, Yumeng sat on the ground with her back against the bench, looked back at Yakumo Zi mockingly and said, "Why, have you reached this age too? ? Maiden."

"We're going to get angry if we talk about it any further," Yakumo Zi glared at Yumeng angrily and said, "The age of a woman is not something that a brat like you can use as a talking point."

"Haha, aren't you very energetic?" Yan Meng said with a hearty smile, "Just now your complexion was as if someone robbed your wallet, but now it's better."

"Money fan," Yakumo Zi said angrily, "You are actually a witch, so we are still dubious. That shrine was not created by you to cheat money, right?"

"What, if I want to cheat money, why would I run this broken shrine where I don't even know who the god is."

Yan Meng snorted disdainfully, paused for a while and asked, "What were you talking about just now? What do you mean by being my friend?"

"Well..." Yakumo Zi's expression was a little embarrassing, and she said in a rare embarrassment: "Just now we met a troublesome guy, Yayi Yonglin, do you know him?"

"Oh, that rich man, what's wrong?"

"No, it's a bit embarrassing to say, we lied to her again, in your name."

"what?"

Yan Meng was a little confused for a while, and then suddenly said seriously: "Zi, you guy... you borrowed money from her in my name, right?"

"That's not it, Kouya! Are we that boring?!"

"Have."

"..."

Hearing Yunmeng's answer without thinking, Yakumo Zi's face darkened in an instant, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the other's cheek and pulled it from side to side forcefully: "Yumeng-chan, we didn't seem to hear clearly just now, please say it again."

"Don't pull me in the face, bastard! It will become a big cake, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! Yes, I'm sorry! I was wrong."

Yakumo Zi didn't let her go until Yumeng begged for mercy, touched her red cheeks, and she returned to the original topic a little depressed: "So, what did you say to her in my name?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal. If you want to blame, you can only blame that idiot for imagining that way."

Yakumo Zi smiled and said: "That guy seems to have confused you with Yuko."

"Me and Yuko?"

"Yeah, we told her a little about Yuko, so she preconceived that the friend I was talking about was actually you."

"...So what's going on?"

"She asked if we wanted to revive that dead friend," Yakumo Zihu said seriously, "Yu Meng, you know, right? Yuko is dead."

"Ah, I know." Yun Meng's expression darkened a bit.

"Youzi was buried under Xixing Yao by Yao Ji, but we were the ones who killed her."

The corners of Yakumo Zi's mouth were raised high, but Yumeng felt that she was trying to swallow her tears back.

"At that time, we... had no other choice but to kill her."

Yakumo Zi lowered her head slightly, and said in a deep voice, "For the dreams of all of us."

Yan Meng looked at Yakumo Zi and did not speak, but put her hands behind her head and listened to the other person talking to herself.

"Do you think Yuko will blame us?"

"Who knows, but I think with her temperament, if she wanted to blame you, she would have crawled out of the grave long ago."

"Haha, that's what I said."

Yakumo Zi's expression brightened for a moment, but soon darkened again, the curvature of her mouth remained unchanged, but her eyes began to drift away with the wind that had no owner.

"Hey, Yumeng, if one day we do the same thing to you, will you blame us?"

"What do you mean?" Yan Meng asked indifferently.

"Gensokyo," Yakumo Zi hesitated, and said, "Another barrier in Gensokyo needs your spiritual power."

"Only spiritual power?"

"...and a soul."

After saying these words, Yakumo Zi seemed to have been emptied of all her strength, and even the frowning of her brows seemed very weak.

"Don't worry," Yan Meng smiled and stretched out her hand to smooth the trace between Yakumo's purple eyebrows: "This is the path I chose."

I don't know whether to be happy or sad, Yakumo Zi suddenly felt her nose a little sore, she asked persistently: "If you choose this way, then you will no longer be a human being or a monster, and you won't even be able to do reincarnation. I can only wander forever in the world of nothingness..."