The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

The succubus can manifest children's pranks in the form of abilities, and what they are best at is the game of "ghost catcher".

When the weird singing sounded in Huo Qing'e's ears, four identical succubi surrounded her and spun in circles.

"If it's a game, it's really interesting, but you're far from the prototype. If you know your weaknesses, you'll be vulnerable. Sure enough, you should remind that idiot to make some changes next time."

Huo Qing'e's soliloquy was not taken seriously by the succubus, her avatar was surrounded by him, and the song came to the end——

caged bird

Please answer me,

behind you,

Who is standing?

"Now... huh?"

When the succubus opened her hands to let Huo Qing'e embrace Yongmian, she couldn't help but froze, seeing a thin hairpin precisely pressed against her chest.

The opponent didn't even make a single extra movement, and without looking back, he used the hairpin to hit himself behind him.

Turning her neck slowly, Huo Qing'e took the hairpin and tapped on the stunned succubus's head: "There is no strange story that belongs to you in this land, so this move can be beneficial everywhere, but it is too reluctant to use it against me."

"Why, would you know?" The succubus was very puzzled. It seemed that he had known it early in the morning, not because he had seen through his tricks on the spot.

"Who knows, why?" Huo Qing'e played it off very shamelessly.

"Forget it!" The succubus looked very ugly, but when she was about to leave, Huo Qing'e stopped her.

"Don't wait any longer?" Huo Qing'e seemed to want to keep her.

"I don't want to appear in the same place as you!" The succubus opened the passage angrily, but Huo Qing'e stopped her again.

"Hey, let me tell you."

"Why!" This time the succubus almost put the word angry on her face, but when she turned her head, Huo Qing'e had already disappeared, and the passage she was about to step into was also in the same place. Time collapses.

The passage seemed to have turned into a big mouth, opening and closing suddenly, as if to smash the contents into pieces, the succubus who was frightened by this weird scene hurriedly closed the passage.

With lingering fears in her heart, she glanced at the shrine where there was no one around, and couldn't help saying loudly: "Hey, you bastard is not trying to trick me on purpose, is it?"

"Hey, you really don't know good people." A ghostly voice sounded from behind, and Huo Qing'e had come to her side at some point.

Walking past the succubus on her feet, Huo Qing'e raised her hair, pursed her lips and said, "I saved your life, why don't you say thank you?"

"..." The succubus closed her mouth tightly, not saying a word.

"Forget it." Seemingly losing interest, Huo Qing'e straightened her clothes, turned around and left: "One last piece of advice, don't go to the capital to join in the fun just because you think it's interesting. To defend, but to prevent that guy who is out of specification to act recklessly, really, it is obviously the strongest trump card, so Wu Ye is really..."

"What are you talking about?" Succubus felt dizzy for a while, and she couldn't understand a word Huo Qing'e said.

"Just talking to myself, goodbye, Shenqi, this is the farewell of this life, thanks to that messy witch, this seems to be the last round."

"Shenqi?"

The succubus frowned slightly, as if she had heard the name somewhere, but she couldn't remember, staring at Huo Qing'e's back, she suddenly shouted: "Hey, fairy, my name is succubus!"

"I knew it a long time ago," Huo Qing'e said without turning her head: "In order to prevent you from disappearing in a corner where no one knows, I have already saved you once, so you must be careful, things like the devil world are still very dangerous Yes, it's that guy's stomach after all, it's not surprising when it gets swallowed."

"..."

Chapter 99 The Strongest Onmyoji

"Hey, hey! Wake up, you idiot! What does that mean, hey!!"

"Aaron, calm down!"

Wu Ye, who was forcibly pulled away by the Hua fan, always felt that the whole person was not well, er, the horrifying conversation before Laiguang's coma was enough to make his back soaked in cold sweat.

No, is that really Raikou?Why, why does this person know that nickname?Why is there that strange oral addiction?

Not only the face and personality, but the "Laikou" just now is undoubtedly another person at all!Another person who shouldn't be here at all, and has no connection with this place!

He took two steps back and sat down on the ground. Only then did he realize that his feet were already limp, and the magic mallet in his hand was still shining with a strange light.

In fact, because the distance is too far, Cuixiang and Huashan didn't know what happened just now. In their eyes, they only saw the miraculous act of Wu Ya turning Raikou's horn into a magic mallet.

I don't know what Laiguang said to Wu Ye when he was awake, which made him look so lost, Cuixiang frowned, and was about to comfort her, but the approaching breath behind her made her stop involuntarily.

"Cuixiang!" It was Yongyi who came panting, the armor on her body was damaged, as if she had just fought a battle.

Now that human beings have suffered a crushing defeat, there are still people who can hurt Yongyi like this. This is beyond Cuixiang's expectation: "Yongyi? You are?"

"Stop talking nonsense, Yakumo Zi asked me to inform you, and prepare to retreat!" Cuixiang was stunned as soon as Yongyi spoke.

"... What are you kidding?"

"It's not a joke! If we don't stop that monster, we might lose!" Seeing Cuixiang's reluctance, Yongyi was sweating profusely.

"Losing?" Cuixiang sneered, pointing at the army of monsters in front of her and said, "There are at least [-] monsters here, and it takes only a snap of the fingers to capture Kyoto... Could it be that Master Xixing took action?"

After much deliberation, this is the only possibility. If Master Xixing is really desperate to make the nightmare of 200 years ago repeat, then they really have no other way to go except retreat.

But the fact is not the case, I only heard Yongyi say: "It's not Master Xixing! It's that Onmyoji!"

"Which Onmyoji?" Cuixiang frowned, as if she had never heard of it.

"Oh, that's the one—"