The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"No matter what, I still can't agree with 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 decided, the matter is a foregone conclusion, there is no point in getting entangled any longer." Cuixiang smiled and filled 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 live in peace than to worry about a reality that cannot be changed.

After sullenly drinking the wine that Cuixiang poured for him, 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 nonchalantly.

"If it had been in the past, by this time, we would have 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.

The slender wrist, the tender fingers, the body containing the power of the Ghost King tightened little by little, and the open palm seemed to crush everything, distorting the night sky into strange shapes.

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. echoed in the clan.

The starry sky, which was revered by people as a god, was easily played with by Suixiang, and finally turned into countless fragments with a harsh explosion.

Although it didn't really crush the starry sky, Cuixiang just crushed the space within sight, but even so, it was enough to make the blood of the ghost race boil.

The excitement of the party seemed to have reached its highest point.

But just like this, Yongyi couldn't understand it more and more. The ghost tribe would not lie. She asked her doubts bluntly: "Why? Suixiang? Are you so afraid of Yakumo Purple?"

"You are right, Yongyi, I have really changed," Cuixiang did not answer Yongyi's doubts. She lowered her head and laughed at herself: "I am probably the most 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, then what exactly is the ghost clan?

"I'm not afraid of Zi," the night blurred Suixiang's face, making it difficult to see her expression clearly: "Indeed, I am not as good as Zi in terms of strength or wisdom, but so what? I never care about ghosts fighting. These boring things.”

"Then, why?" Yongyi looked at Suixiang in confusion and asked.

Cuixiang was silent for a long time, and then she said: "Because after meeting her, I realized that the only thing in the entire ghost clan that should not exist is the ghost king."

"Eh?"

Cuixiang quietly let go of her clenched fist, repeated it several times, and finally let it go weakly: "Ghost, it is resistance itself. Even if we will fight and gather together for survival, but if it comes to establishing kingship and establishing order, then It’s different.”

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

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

"Of course!" Yongyi stood up in excitement and said decisively: "No matter what Cuixiang decides to do, even to the end of hell, I will definitely follow your will!"

"I know, I know, not only you Yongyi, but every ghost here will follow me. Even if the road ahead is a cliff, you will not back down. If the king is the one who leads the people forward, then What exactly is the Ghost King?"

Cuixiang raised her head, and the confusion in her eyes deeply shocked Yongyi. It was a kind of confusion that ghosts should not 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?"

"." Faced with Cuixiang's question, Yongyi remained silent. This time she finally understood what Cuixiang meant. When she recalled her previous words, she suddenly felt that those light words seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Although Yakumo Murasaki is a realm monster, she often hangs out at the banquets of the ghost clan. This is due to her friendship with Suixiang and her own preferences.

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

Takeya came here as Yuuko's envoy, Yakumo Purple couldn't rest assured no matter what, it wasn't that she couldn't trust Yuuko, it was just for safety.

That's why at this time, she appeared in this place that was not compatible with monsters 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 this sneaky one?" Looking helplessly at the uninvited Yakumo Murasaki, Mr. Xuan said angrily: "Be careful not to be dismissed by Li Meng."

"Hey, Li Meng, 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 down to business.”

"I knew you wouldn't just wander around, tell me, what trouble did you cause?" Master Xuan couldn't help but want to sigh, every appearance of Yakumo Zi would bring him different degrees of trouble.

Only this time, Yakumo Zi didn't mean to meander around and beat around the bush as usual, but went straight to the point: "Master Xuan, we want to ask you about someone"