The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Impossible, this is?!" Cuixiang's eyes were full of unspeakable horror. As Yakumozi's friend, she knew very well that these mutations caused by Wu Ye were a manifestation of his ability. ——

"The ability to manipulate realms."

Yakumo Zi uttered a conclusion that even she didn't believe, but the facts were right in front of her eyes. This guy was indeed manipulating the power that she once thought only she could control.

It's not an illusion, as an existence capable of manipulating realms, Yakumo Zi can be sure that this mysterious guy Mingqian really has the same power as herself.

Chapter 40 The Silent Ghost King

"No matter what, I still can't agree, that bastard, I can't trust him at all..."

Gulp, gulp, drank all the wine in the cup as if venting, the boredom that could not be vented seemed to be swallowed back into the stomach, no matter how strong the wine was, it was useless, Hoshigma Yongyi's eyes were sober and terrifying.

"Well—calm down, Yongyi and Zi have already decided, the matter is a foregone conclusion, there is no point in getting entangled any longer." Cuixiang smiled and filled up the wine for Yongyi.

Although ghosts who love good wine hold banquets every day, according to this drinking method, Yongyi is afraid that Yongyi will pass out before the banquet begins, but Cuixiang has no intention of stopping it. Perhaps as far as the other party is concerned, getting drunk here It is much better to have a field than to worry about a reality that cannot be changed.

Sullenly drinking the wine that Cuixiang filled for himself, Xingxiong Yongyi suddenly whispered: "You have changed, Cuixiang."

"Huh?" The wine cup on the edge of her mouth couldn't help but pause, seeing Yongyi's complicated eyes, Cuixiang smiled: "What happened suddenly? The way of talking around the bush is not suitable for you at all, Yongyi."

"You have indeed changed, Cuixiang." Yongyi looked down at the little bottom left in the lamp, raised his hand and shook it, and the bright moon reflected in it gradually became hazy.

"Really? Where?" Cuixiang asked indifferently.

"If we put it in the past, at this time, we should have already started a war."

"War? With whom?"

"Monster sage."

"Hahahaha——Yongyi, it really sounds like something you can say." Cuixiang burst into laughter, ignoring her friend's strange gaze, she just immersed herself in her own world.

There was no lack of laughter at the banquet, but Cuixiang’s unscrupulous laughter was indeed a long time for Yongyi. Since that time, it seems that she has never seen Cuixiang who laughed so freely.

"Is she really that powerful?"

Yongyi stared straight at Cuixiang, and her red ghost pupils instinctively showed evil spirits: "Is her strength really that unattainable? Answer me, Cuixiang!"

She drank the wine from the wine cup on her own, and Cuixiang stretched out her hand to the night sky, holding the bright moonlight in her hand, so beautiful, so unreachable.

Slender wrists, immature five fingers, the body that contained the power of the ghost king tensed up a little bit, and the open palm seemed to crush everything, distorting the night sky into a strange shape.

The unacceptable ear-piercing noise was like rubbing glass with a sharp weapon. The ghosts at the banquet couldn't help but look into the sky. Cuixiang's reckless actions ignited a flame called fearlessness. sounded in the clan.

The starry sky, which is revered by people as a god, was easily played by Cuixiang in this way, and finally turned into countless fragments with a piercing explosion.

Although it didn't really crush the starry sky, Cuixiang just crushed the space as far as the eye can see, but even so, it was enough to make the blood of the ghost clan boil.

The heat of the banquet seems to have reached its peak.

But just like this, Yongyi became more and more unable to understand, ghosts can't lie, she asked her doubts bluntly: "Why? Cuixiang? Are you so afraid of Yakumo Zi?"

"You're right, Yongyi, I've really changed," Cuixiang didn't answer Yongyi's doubts, she lowered her head and laughed at herself: "I'm probably the least ghost-like ghost in the world."

"Cuixiang?" Yongyi's eyes widened. She didn't understand what Cuixiang meant. If even the ghost king doesn't look like a ghost anymore, then what is the ghost clan?

"I'm not afraid of Zi," Cuixiang's face was blurred by the night, making it difficult to see her expression clearly: "It is true that I am not as good as Zi in terms of strength or wisdom, but so what? Ghosts never care about fighting These boring things."

"Then, why?" Yongyi looked at Cuixiang very puzzled and asked.

Cuixiang was silent for a long time, and then said: "Because after I met her, I realized that the only thing that shouldn't exist in the entire ghost clan is the ghost king."

"Eh?"

Cuixiang quietly let go of her clenched fist, repeated several times, and finally put it down powerlessly: "Ghosts are resistance itself, even if we will come together for survival, fighting and gathering, but if it comes to being king and establishing order, then It's different."

"What are you talking about? Cuixiang, haven't you already..."

"Yongyi, you will follow me, right? No matter what decision I make?" Cuixiang looked at Yongyi and asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"Of course!" Yongyi stood up excitedly, and appraised authentically: "No matter what Cuixiang decides to do, even if it is the end of hell, I will definitely follow your will!"

"I know, I know, not only you Yongyi, every ghost here will follow me, even if there is a cliff ahead, you will not back down, if the king is the one who leads the subjects forward, then What exactly is the ghost king?"

Cuixiang raised her head, the waves in her eyes deeply shocked Yongyi, it was a kind of confusion that ghosts shouldn't have.

"Ghosts are existences that do their own thing and do what they want. Yongyi, do you really think that my hands can carry the lives of tens of thousands of ghosts?"

"..." Facing Cuixiang's question, Yongyi was silent, this time she finally understood what Cuixiang meant, recalling the previous words, she suddenly felt that those light and fluffy words seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

……

Although Yakumo Zi is a monster in the realm, she often hangs out at the banquets of the ghost clan. This includes not only her friendship with Cuixiang, but also her own preferences.

But today, she was absent from the ghost clan's banquet.

Takeya, who came here as Yuko's emissary, Yakumo Zi couldn't rest assured no matter what, she didn't trust Yuko, it was just for insurance.

That's why at this time, she will appear in this place where the relationship with monsters is not good at all - the shrine.

"It's already time for the old man to go to bed. You're still sneaking around at this hour. Master Xuan, you are not a fairy, you should be a monster, right?"

"Who is the sneaky one?" Helplessly looking at Yakumo Zi who came uninvited, Xuan Ye said angrily, "Be careful not to be dismissed by Yu Meng."

"Hey, Yumeng, I haven't played with her for a long time."

Speaking of Yumeng, Yakumo Zi couldn't help showing a playful look on his face, but quickly concealed it: "Forget it, there will always be opportunities in the future, and this is the end of the chat, Xuanye, what we are doing today is for It's business."