The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Hey, since we have known each other for so long, this is the first time we know that Yonglin is such a pervert. Why, has the love for our Takeya reached a morbid level?"

"Shut up, monster."

Glancing at Yakumo Zi faintly, Eirin first put the bag containing the teacups and tools into the dark compartment before continuing:

"This is precious data. You are not the only one interested in Wu Ye-jun."

"Hehehe, serious Eirin is also cute."

Yakumo Zi covered her mouth and let out a laugh of unknown meaning. She "snatched" the teapot from Yonglin's face and filled a cup for herself, then said lightly:

"Forget it, Eirin's special interests and other things can be studied next time, although we are very interested."

Seeing the danger flickering slightly in Eirin's eyes, Yakumo Zi paused, then asked nonchalantly:

"Do you have any idea what happened just now?"

"what are you saying?"

"Of course it's Wu Ye's business."

Yakumo Zi fiddled with the teacup with her fingers, smelling the fragrance of the tea, but she had no intention of drinking it:

"It's rare for him to ask you for help. If you don't want to find some way to respond to him, you're too sorry for this expectation, aren't you?"

"Don't you feel contradictory? Isn't it you who should think of a solution in this matter? Yakumo Zi."

"We don't deny it."

Honestly agreeing with Eirin's words, Yakumo Zi made a cute expression, but she didn't intend to do anything.

"Sure enough, you guy, did you think of it from the very beginning?"

The smile on his face gradually faded, Eirin narrowed his eyes and stared at Yakumo Zi, and said in a tone that was definitely not friendly:

"Those 'abnormalities' around Wu Yejun are really because of his own relationship, right?"

"We don't know anything."

Zi Yakumo stretched out her hands to rest her cheeks with a smile, and responded with a childlike naughty tone:

"Compared to this, we have something more interesting to ask Eirin-chan."

Listening to the frivolous tone, Yonglin resisted the urge to slap the opponent's head, and asked in a low voice:

"……What's up?"

"It's nothing special, it's just..."

Like a crescent moon covered by shallow dark clouds, Yakumo Zi's fake smile disappeared in an instant, leaving only the cold arc at the corner of her mouth, flashing a distorted light.

"Siji Yingji...you should know her, right?"

"Hell's King of Hades? I've heard a little bit about it."

Eirin was not at all surprised by Yakumo Zi's change, it should be said that only such an image was in line with the monster sage she knew in her memory.

"What, you got into a fight with her?"

During the questioning, Yonglin's words inevitably revealed a sense of joking. The relationship between her and Yakumo Zi is too complicated. They are neither enemies nor friends. There are too many grievances and grievances to count, but if she can watch the other party suffer, she thinks I will still be very happy.

Although the Hades of hell may not be as powerful as this realm monster, it doesn't matter, as long as it is a living creature, there will always be a day when it will be sanctioned by Hades. All she needs is waiting time.

"Isn't it too much for you to think so? Eirin, we are pacifists."

Yakumo Zi stared at Eirin dissatisfied and said:

"We're just a little interested in her."

"Are you impatient to live? Zi Yakumo."

Yonglin sipped her tea lightly, and said mockingly:

"You must know that those guys who were interested in Hades have been here for a long time."

As she said that, she gestured to the ground with her hands. They all knew that the direction of the other shore and hell was not below, so Yonglin's move meant the deepest part of hell, where the most sinful souls were held.

"It's terrible."

Speaking against her will, Zi Yakumo looked at Yonglin with burning eyes and asked softly:

"But that's okay, the part I'm interested in is just a very, very trivial thing."

"really?"

"Well, of course it's true."

The gap rose from the soles of Yakumo Zi's feet and hid her half body in the deep crack. She manipulated the gap, ignoring the tables and chairs in front of her, and narrowed the distance between them. When her eyes met, she leaned down and leaned Whispered in Yonglin's ear:

"Yan Wang Siji Yingji once entrusted something to her god of death, and then told them to give it to the 'right person', do you know that?"

No.17 Special Cases in Special Cases

"Hey, that's it, Takeya, you can't go back, um...how should I put it, congratulations."

"Hey, you're here to gloat, right? Fake Kaguya Hime!"

"Who is a counterfeit!"