The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

After looking around for a long time, Wu also found that he only had a bulky mobile phone in his pocket, a bunch of keys that he didn't need, as well as antique silks brought back from 1000 years ago for collection and Reimu gave him to buy this morning. Thirteen Wen coins for tea.

"..."

After staring at the messy things in his pocket for three seconds with a tangled face, Wu Ye let out a helpless sigh.

"Is this the only thing that can be used in the end?"

Wu Ye looked at the small spoon in his hand with a complicated expression on his face.

This is the only thing on his body that seems to be useful, the weapon of greed, but because it looks like a spoon, it's not bad to borrow it as a stethoscope.

It's just that after countless tests, Wu also felt that he could mark this thing as "dangerous goods".

However, if you just use "one click", it shouldn't be a big problem, right?

The so-called lucky ones are gamblers.

Wu is just such a guy who remembers to eat but not to fight. The headaches are always drifting away after seven seconds of memory.

He carefully held the spoon, and brought it closer to Sheng Bailian's chest.

"One click, just one click... yes, just one click..."

Wu also felt that the time seemed to be divided into countless parts, and he felt that it was so long now that it used to be a short second.

While he kept giving himself psychological hints in his mouth, he tried to make the movements of his hands faster.

As a result, when the spoon was less than one centimeter away from Sheng Bailian's chest, Wu Ye hesitated again.

"Or forget it..."

Between the tangled contradictions and the sense of guilt of crossing the line and crossing the line at once, Wu Ye's little heart has jumped back and forth countless times, but he still hesitated in the end.

But maybe even God couldn't stand it anymore. Although Wu Ye's hand stopped this time, the flame on the weapon of great crime had already been ignited.

Wu Ye, who was still fighting psychologically at this time, hadn't noticed it yet, but the three people outside the seal were all stunned.

Because the crystal wall in front of them seemed to melt, and fist-sized crystals kept falling off the rock wall. Not only that, even the underground space showed signs of collapsing.

Murasa and Tomaruhoshi were already too shocked to speak, but Zi Yakumo showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"There shouldn't be such a movement when the seal is released. After all, it's just a superior Onmyoji technique. It's strange... Could it be that something happened inside?"

Chapter 34 Beginning Trajectory

"I am back!"

In front of the newly built shrine, the green-haired priestess made a vigorous voice, but what was different from her was a weak sigh in response.

"Ah, Sanae, you're back."

"Master Kanako, what's wrong with you? Your spirit is very poor! Difficult, could it be faith again..."

"Ah, that's not it, it's just the aftereffect of last night's hangover, ah, Suwako has always been drinking so much."

"..."

Although she really wanted to preach to her own god, Sanae weighed the weight and thought about the character of her own god who does not listen to persuasion...

"Hey, at least when there are outsiders, Kanako-sama must maintain the basic majesty, otherwise the beliefs that have been collected after hard work will be lost."

"Yes Yes."

Kanako Yasaka waved her hand carelessly, it seems that she didn't take Sanae's words to heart at all.

Although it is said that the witch, as the spokesperson of the god, should be the one who takes care of people, but from the actual situation, shouldn't it be the maiden who is taken care of by the god?

I don't know if Sanae will be a little envious of the other's life when she sees the lazy maiden at Hakurei Shrine.

If not, it means that this witch is hopeless.

If so, then this witch is not far from falling, and in the end, it is almost the same as Reimu, hopeless.

"Ugh."

Sanae sighed again, not knowing whether it was for her own god or for herself.

"Master Kanako, I have already been to Eternal Pavilion just now."

"Ah, is it?"

Hearing the words Eternal Pavilion, Yasaka Kanako's expression calmed down a little. She sat up slightly and asked, "How is it? Have you seen it? That guy named Yayi Eirin."

"No, that's not true, I just met Princess Kaguya of Eternal Pavilion..." Saying that, Sanae glanced at Kanako Yasaka on the high platform, and said curiously: "Master Kanako, do you know the girl named Yasaka?" Do you mean Yonglin's lord?"

"No, it doesn't."

Kanako shook her head, and said calmly, "It's just that the name and the rumors I heard recently reminded me of an acquaintance from the past."

"Acquaintance, are you?"

"Yeah, an unpleasant bastard."

"..."

Sanae grew up in the Moriya Shrine since she was a child, and she knew very well that when the usually cynical Kanako-sama showed such a complicated expression, she had better not ask more questions.

"Let's not talk about this, you saw that princess, what did she say?"