The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"You, you said it was me.?"

Wu Ye pointed at himself in disbelief and said:

"The phenomenon of the overlap of these two worlds has something to do with me?"

"You can't deny that there is no possibility, can you?"

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In the silent room, Wu Ye could even hear his own heartbeat. The strong fragrance of tea filled the air as if it had taken form, floating faintly in front of Wu Ye's eyes.

"The night is still very long, Takeya-kun."

While brewing new tea with skillful techniques, Yonglin once again poured out the tea leaves that had only been passed once, and said with lowered eyes:

"I don't mind if you stay here as long as you want, but for this rare occasion, why don't you go and meet Her Highness the Princess? She seems to be quite interested in you too."

After all, before Wu Ye recovered from his contemplation, Yonglin called softly to the door:

"Youtanhua."

"Yes, Master."

With a respectful response, Lingxian walked into the room lightly.

By the way, Reisen's full name is Reisen Utankain Inaba, and only very close people will call Reisen "Utanka".

No, it should be said that no one in this world except her master Yachi Eirin would call her that, because she would not allow it, even if the person was Kaguya, the princess Yachi Eirin served.

Under the signal from Yonglin's eyes, she walked out with Takeru who was still a little dazed. After the voices of the two gradually faded away, Yonglin refilled the tea cup in front of her and said to her. The quiet room seemed to be talking to itself and said:

"He's gone far, come out, Yakumo Zi."

"It's really annoying."

The air in front of him was stripped away silently, and a crack suddenly appeared in the empty place. It slowly opened like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, and the strange vertical pupils inside were arranged irregularly. A chill runs down the spine.

Purple Yagumo is the only guy in Gensokyo who can appear in such a terrifying way.

Walking out of the gap with a flawless expression, Yakumo Zi sat in the position where Takeya had just left, and complained with a smile on the corner of her mouth:

"You will find it every time, Yonglin, you really don't have a sense of humor at all."

"I'd never talk about a sense of humor with an uninvited guest."

Eirin looked at Yakumo Murasaki with a distant smile, and at the same time took out a set of high-end tools from the secret compartment under the table, including special gloves, tweezers and sterilized plastic covers.

She put on the gloves, and carefully picked up the teacup that Takeya drank in front of Yakumo Zi with tweezers, and put it into the bag and sealed the opening.

Seeing this meter made Yakumo Purple's eyes twitch.

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

"Shut up, monster."

Glancing at Yakumo Murasaki, Eirin first put the bag containing the tea cup and tools into the secret compartment before continuing:

"This is precious data. You are not the only one who is interested in Takeya-kun."

"Hehehe, the serious Eirin is cute too."

Yakumo Purple covered her mouth and let out a laugh of unknown meaning. She "grabbed" the teapot from Eirin and filled herself a cup, and then said calmly:

"Forget it, I'll study things like Yong Lin's special interests next time, although we are very interested in it."

Catching a glimpse of the danger flashing in Eirin's eyes, Yakumo Murasaki paused, and then asked nonchalantly:

"Do you have an idea of ​​what happened just now?"

"what are you saying?"

"Of course it's Takeya's business."

Yakumo Purple 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 come up with some way to respond to him, you're really sorry for this expectation, aren't you?"

"Don't you think your thoughts are contradictory? Aren't you the one who should think of a solution in this matter? Yakumo Murasaki."

"We don't deny it."

Honestly agreeing with Eirin's words, Yakumo Murasaki made a cute expression, but had no intention of taking action.

"Sure enough, you guy, you thought of it from the beginning, right?"

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

"The 'abnormalities' that appear around Takeya-kun are indeed due to his own relationship, right?"

"We don't know anything."

Yakumo Purple smiled, stretched out her hands to support her cheeks, and responded with a child-like 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 other person on the head and asked in a low voice:

".What's up?"

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

Like a crescent moon obscured by shallow dark clouds, Yakumo Purple's disguised smile disappeared in an instant, leaving only the cold arc at the corner of her mouth, flashing with twisted light.

"Shiki Yingji. You should know her, right?"

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

Eirin was not surprised at all by Yakumo Murasaki's change. It should be said that only this image was consistent with the monster sage she knew in her memory.

"What, you got into trouble with her?"

During the inquiry, Eirin's words inevitably revealed a joking meaning. The relationship between her and Yakumo Murasaki was too complicated. They were neither enemies nor friends, and there were too many grievances and grievances to be calculated. But if she could watch the other person suffer, she felt I will still be very happy.

Although the King of Hell may not be able to match this realm monster in terms of combat effectiveness, it doesn't matter. As long as a living creature is alive, there will always be a day when the King of Hell will punish her. All she needs is time to wait.

"Isn't it too much for you to think this way? Yonglin, we are a pacifist."

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 the tea lightly and said mockingly:

"You know, those guys who were once interested in the King of Hell have been down there for who knows how long."

As she said this, she gestured towards the ground with her hands. They all knew that the other side and the direction of hell were not below, so what Yong Lin meant by this move was the deepest part of hell, a place where souls who have committed the most heinous crimes are specially kept.

"It's terrible."

Saying what she said against her will, Yakumo Murasaki looked at Eirin with burning eyes and asked softly:

"But it doesn't matter. The part that interests me is just a very~very trivial thing."

"Really?"

"Well, of course it's true."

The gap rose from the soles of Yakumo Murasaki's feet and hid half of her body in the deep crack. She manipulated the gap and ignored the table and chair in front of her to close the distance between the two. When their eyes met, she leaned down and leaned against her. Whispered in Yonglin's ear:

"Ken Shiki Yingji once entrusted something to her god of death and then told them to give it to the 'appropriate person'. Do you know this?"