The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"..." Reimu didn't answer, as if she had acquiesced.

"Huh—" Taking a deep breath, Wu Ye softly uttered two words: "I believe it."

boom! !

This time, Takeya's Gungnir could no longer block Reimu, because the same move would not have a second effect on the Saint Seiya. Although Reimu did not fight for love and peace, she would also not be blocked by the same The move routine for the second time.

A merciless punch on Wu Ye's stomach instantly turned him into a gourd on the ground, it felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.

"It hurts to death, bastard..."

As the saying goes, men don't flick their tears easily, but they don't hurt so much. Although the snot or something is sucked back, it is still somewhat embarrassing to look tearful.

If it was in front of outsiders, even if he was facing a powerful enemy, Miss Yonglin, begging for mercy or running away, Wu would never be stingy with his integrity, but there is one thing, he would never cry.

This is his bottom line.

But Reimu is an exception, because relatively, in this Gensokyo, Reimu is also Takeya's only relative.

and so--

"The only person who can make me cry is you." Takeya, who wiped away his tears, gave Reimu a thumbs up handsomely.

It's a pity that Lingmeng didn't appreciate it, she glanced at Wu Ye with disgust and said, "Idiot...and it's so disgusting, did you wipe your nose with your hand just now?"

"Huh? How do you know?"

"It's disgusting, hey! Wash your hands! And don't lean over here——!"

The dignified atmosphere was swept away immediately, and Reimu and Takeshi also played childish eagles and chickens on the ruins of Hakurei Shrine.

If fools are really contagious, then Reimu must have been fools long ago. At this moment, Wu also thought so.

Chapter 32 an answer

"If you say it, it's just an example."

"The boy wanted to eat fruit, and there was a fruit plate on the table with apples and pears in it, and the boy picked up the apple."

"Now let's turn back the time a little bit. If we take all the apples in the fruit bowl before the boy picks up the apples, what will the result be?"

"The boy's choice can only be the remaining pears. From a more detailed point of view, this approach has led to a change in the boy's choice. The boy who should have chosen apples has finally chosen pears."

"But what about the facts? The premise that the teenager wants to eat fruit itself has not changed in any way. At best, his range of choices has become narrower."

"The deviated trajectory will eventually return to the original path. Calling this unreasonable correction as fate may be in line with its original definition."

Compared with the cynicism that was revealed in front of everyone before, Huo Qing'e's calm appearance now seems to be more like a fairy.

After Shenqi, she seems to have found a new audience, a more suitable audience than a saint.

Hades of Hell, Four Seasons Yingji.

"If you want to preach, I think you are in the wrong place."

Siji Yingji looked away from the copybook, glanced at Huo Qing'e in front of her, then quickly turned back, and continued to concentrate on her work today.

"The crime of breaking into the trial court without authorization, I will give you a good lecture some other day."

"It's really arrogant. Shouldn't you listen to people's demands seriously? If it's the King of Hades."

"I'll be happy to lecture you after the job is over," Shiki Eihime said without raising her head, "Now, if you don't plan to leave, I think I'll assign Komachi a new job."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Maintain order and clear out the idlers."

"Haha, you are really strict, Lord Yama."

After laughing, Huo Qing'e said without changing her face: "Maybe it's not too late to make a decision after you have heard my appeal."

"turn down."

"Don't say that," Huo Qing'e rolled her hair with her fingertips, and said playfully, "What if what I want to say is related to Takeya-kun Takasaka?"

"..."

Siji Yingji's figure froze slightly, and the brush in her hand shifted to an unnatural angle.

Huo Qing'e, who clearly captured this point, smiled deeper: "Or, it would be more appropriate for me to call him Adam?"

"……Who are you?"

Siji Yingji stopped what she was doing, raised her head indifferently and looked at the immortal in front of her, and said in a frightening tone, "You are, what?"

"It's scary, scary, don't look at me like that, as you can see, I'm just a mediocre immortal, if you want to make a move, you can subdue me in an instant."

Huo Qing'e blinked and said sincerely: "After all, I have neither the combat power far superior to the original god, nor can I take out my stomach bag as a weapon."

"Have you seen them? No..." Si Yingji was slightly surprised: "You actually know them?"

"The great sage in the capital of the moon is too far away. I haven't had the chance to visit him yet, but the god of the demon world has already talked with me. Are you satisfied with this answer? Lord Hades?"

Regarding Huo Qing'e's confession, Siji Yingji was silent for a long time.

"...I haven't seen you." She said with certainty, "Not once."

"Yes," Huo Qing'e nodded, and admitted frankly: "No matter in the past or in the future, in any fate, we will never have the chance to meet each other, let alone talk to each other like this."