The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

At one point, Lingmeng even planned to worship Prince Shotoku as a god, because doing so would make her feel closer to Saiqian.

At this moment, Reimu seemed to finally understand what Takeya meant by the bad news.

"Yaoshou --!" Lingmeng let out a scream, holding her head as if trying to avoid reality: "It's not good to beat someone, but you beat 1 yuan?!"

"Hey, it's not 1 yuan, it's the prince, the prince! Isn't it rude to call someone 1 yuan?"

"Is there a difference?! Stupid! Slow! Why didn't you remind me earlier!"

"The ghost knows that the one who climbed out of the grave will be Prince Shotoku! Wearing Taoist clothes, the ghost can guess her identity!"

"So it's Cuixiang's fault?"

"Listen to me, hey! That's not what it means, hey!"

"Ah, what should I do now?"

Reimu began to gnaw on his fingers in a disfigured manner, and Wu couldn't help but want to remind him to pay attention to his image. He really didn't want to be stopped by someone in the crowd that day to ask about a certain witch's style.

"No! We can't wait any longer!"

Lingmeng seemed to have made up her mind. At this moment, the conviction in her eyes was so firm: "Save people! Save the 1 yuan first!"

"I said it all, it's not 1 yuan, it's the prince... what the hell?!"

The two were about to go down, when suddenly a wave of air hit Takeya, and even Reimu almost lost his footing by accident. After pulling Takeya up, the two of them looked down, and saw a skyrocketing His domineering monster power is no less weaker than Kazami Yuka.

And it's not someone else who released this evil spirit, it's the real Akong.

Wu Ye stared at A Kong who was in the center of the air wave with rounded eyes. For a moment, he only felt the coldness on the other party's body as if he had known him before.

Chapter 49 Awakening

"Even so, this is a helpless choice, so... Farewell forever."

Siji Yingji didn't hold anything that could be called a weapon. If she had to say it, it was just the ordinary stick of repentance in her hand.

She who judges the dead is originally not qualified to take action against the living. Hades does not have pure good and bad, good and evil, and her sense of right and wrong is just a signpost for the dead.

But now, Siji Yingji wants to judge an undead soul by her own hands. This is undoubtedly a violation of the rules of the world, but unfortunately, maybe everyone has forgotten it, or maybe everyone is not. Willing to believe that--

On the ground, no one can stop this Lord Hades for a long time.

The top of the stick of repentance was sharp, and Siji Yingji aimed it at Huo Qing'e's heart. Once she stabbed it down, the other party would not have to suffer too much pain, and the death that greeted her quietly was the most peaceful.

The cold dead silence enveloped the huge right and wrong hall, Siji Yingji gently raised her hand, giving her wand of repentance a space to speed up, and then stabbed down without mercy.

"Well……"

Huo Qing'e couldn't help letting out a muffled groan, the pain of being torn apart was so intense, and now that her consciousness was sober, she endured this meaningless sin like a suffering saint.

The blood blooming on her chest condensed into threads, ticking down the stick of repentance, and a countdown started in her mind at the last moment, and she seemed to be able to see her own dead line.

Ushering in the end called death, many unwritten regrets flashed in Huo Qing'e's eyes, stroke by stroke, some were left behind, some were relieved, some were regretful, some were disdainful, and in the end, she used her penetrating The throat that smelled of blood and sweet smelled his own questions——

"Why, stop?"

The tide of death receded like a tide, Huo Qing'e stretched out her hand to caress the stick of repentance that was only half inserted in her chest, with deep doubts on her face: "Why?"

Siji Yingji didn't answer her question, but stood up silently, ignoring the stick of repentance that was still on Huo Qing'e, left behind a confinement spell, turned around and left the hall.

Huo Qing'e looked at Siji Yingji's leaving figure with complicated eyes, she could feel that the killing intent and determination of the other party were not fake, and it was completely unreasonable to stop or something.

In fact, the truth is the same, Siji Yingji never thought of keeping her hand, it was just an accident that forced her to stop the movement of her hand.

Quickly came to the door of the main hall, her cloudy and uncertain expression showed that Siji Yingji was not at peace in her heart.

Looking at the other side of the Santu River, in the direction of Gensokyo, she couldn't help muttering: "Akon has awakened? How is this possible? It's been a whole year and a half earlier than scheduled. Is this also the result of the change? ..."

……

The wind is howling.

No, it wasn't the wind that roared, but the ominous demon power in the wind.

The sun disappeared, and the cloud of monster energy formed by the huge monster power covered the sky. What roared was not the lightning from the sky, but the flames from hell.

Spewing, swirling, the dark red hellfire was jumping, singing a sad song of death and despair. Akong, who was filled with blood all over his body, stood on the ground as if he had been reborn from the ashes.

"Ah, you're back?"

It seemed to be the greeting from the wife who was waiting for her husband to return, Kazami Yuka's face was flushed with a sickness, and her trembling body was not because of fear, but to welcome the coming supreme pleasure.

"...in the way."

Akong's icy eyes swept over Kazami Yuka in front of him, and the flames focused by the hand cannon on his right wrist ran over without any explanation, and the large sea of ​​flowers was instantly burned to scorched earth.

Crackling and popping sounds one after another, her beloved Hua was treated so cruelly, but Kazami Yuka was not angry, or in other words, the appearance of "A Kong" had completely eradicated her such low emotions.

Using the domineering flames to force Feng Jian Youxiang to retreat, Ah Kong's sharp blade-like eyes fell on the two of them in the air the next moment.

But it wasn't Takeya and Lingmeng, but Shenzi and Tu Zigu.

"There is an ancient taste in the technique, this is the trick of the onmyoji...so that's the case, is it you?"

The indifferent question fell into the ears of the two. Shenzi and Tu Zigu did not understand why she, who was a companion a second ago, became hostile in an instant.

No, it doesn't seem right to say that, she doesn't seem to belong to either side, because she seems to be attacking people on both sides at the same time.