The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Eh, wait, then, in that case, could it be that this guy is——

"You just said that the name of you in the dream is similar to yours, so what is your name?" Wu Ye felt that he had asked the most appropriate question at the most appropriate time, but unfortunately there are always people who can't read the atmosphere.

"When you ask someone else's name, first report your own name." When the girl confidently swept away the atmosphere that Wu Ye set off, Wu Ye firmly believed that it was too merciful for him not to drop his sword.

"Hey! Now is the time to talk about this! Also, didn't you recognize me in your dream? Why don't you remember my name! Wait... You didn't do it on purpose, did you?"

"Who would do such a boring thing on purpose!" After changing her previous image of a lady, the girl with her hips on her hips showed a coquettish expression: "Hurry up, name."

"Tsk...Wu Ye." Smacking his lips, Wu Ye didn't even know why he obediently reported his name.

"What about the last name?"

"Takasaka."

"Taka, Saka? Sounds normal."

"Hit you, bastard!"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry," said the girl who skillfully took out a pen and paper from the workshop while writing, "Wait a minute, I'll record it."

"Record?" Wu Ye frowned, puzzled, "Why are you memorizing my name?"

"Ah, you don't have to worry about such things." The girl showed a big smile, and pasted the note with her name on the doll she picked up casually. At the same time, she grabbed a few huge nails. This thing is good. It looks familiar, it seems to be... five inch nails?

"Hey..." Wu Ye's eyes twitched a few times, and he said, "What is that?"

Carefully aiming at the doll with a nail and looking for a place to strike, the girl waved her hand casually, and said in a dismissive way: "Huh? You said this, it's a very common doll spell. Make the doll in advance, just stick it on The name of the person to curse can then be used, which is convenient.”

"Hmm...wait a minute," Wu Ye pressed his forehead and said in distress, "Didn't you just say that we were friends? In a dream."

"Oh, yes."

"What about in reality?"

"In reality," the girl stopped and thought for a few seconds, and replied seriously, "It should be considered."

"So have you ever met a friend who cursed each other when they met for the first time?"

"Well...ah, by the way, my name is Yuko Saigyou, please give me your advice." The girl who called herself Yuko Saigyu didn't have the slightest intention to stop, so she couldn't bear it anymore and hid the doll behind her back. Wu also sprayed decisively.

"Don't change the subject! It's dangerous, you bastard, hand over the doll!"

Getting an unexpected answer should have made Wu also very excited, because he had a lot of questions to ask the owner of this name, but probably because he was still imagining it, he seemed to care more about the doll now.

"Bring it here!"

At this time, I don't care about the image anymore, and people don't think about what is indecent when they are in adversity. When all three-dimensional thoughts are linearized in two dimensions, only the simplest instinct remains in the end.

The action of a hungry tiger pouncing on the food is not pleasant, but what is even more exasperating is that even so, Wu Ye still missed.

It's not that he's too slow, but that Yuko dodged before he made a move. It's absolutely impossible for the opponent's ordinary or even weak human physique to be faster than her, so there can only be one reason.

The opponent didn't dodge after seeing it, but had already anticipated his actions, so he made preparations three steps in advance.

Hell, could this guy also read minds? !

"Wow, it's so dangerous, it's just a joke, just a joke." Yuko waved his hands exaggeratedly, and Yuko generously threw the doll to Takeya, trying to emphasize his innocence: "Why should I curse you."

"..." Carefully catching the doll, Takeshi decided not to believe anything this guy said, even if this guy had the same smile as Yuyuko.

Chapter 4 Friends

Ah, so fragrant.

Wu Ye, who entered the city with Yuko Saigyou's frame, raised his face, the sun shining on his face revealed the scorching heat of summer, although no one said anything, but he still felt a long-lost shame for his behavior.

This is definitely a magical feeling for Wu Ye, who has almost lost his integrity, but what can he do.

Wandering alone in this unknown era, he has no choice but to rely on his intuition to have unreasonable trust in the kind-hearted Yuko.

Similarly, Yuko also admitted that she has a natural sense of familiarity with him.

This guy really doesn't have the ability to read minds. The reason why she can avoid her lunge is purely relying on her sixth sense. According to her, it is an automatic movement of the body before the brain thinks.

"Hey, what are you still doing there, do you want to be watched as a rare animal?"

"...Here we come, what are you rushing for?"

The one who interrupted Takeya's thoughts was an annoying guy - Yuko Saikyo's teacher, the guy who was shot down by himself.

What Rang Wu never expected was that this guy's name was actually called Soul Yaoji.

That's right, Wu Ye had to admit after repeated confirmation that this guy was the same person as the soul monster of his time.

It seems that the old man is not lying, he was indeed as handsome as himself when he was young.

His eyes flicked over the soul's bewitching, handsome and unreasonably handsome face, and Wu Ye naturally felt a little uncomfortable, but he soon felt relieved.

Anyway, this guy will definitely become that bad old man with dementia in the future, so I don't have to argue with him.

Yaoji, who led Wu Ye into the courtyard, suddenly felt a chill, and turned around to see Wu Ye's eyes of pity hidden in the banter, which was really hard for him to understand.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart, Yaoji kept his polite face and led Wu into the tea room, where Yuko had been waiting for a long time.

"Master Youzi, the guests have already been brought."

"Thank you, Yaoji."