The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

If he didn't come to fight today.

"Then see you later."

Waved twice to the sisters as farewell, and Wu also planned to sit here until the end of the war, anyway, there was nothing to do with him.

"...By the way, even if it's thanks to your dumpling, let me tell you something."

Feng Ji who had just taken two steps suddenly turned around again, if her eyes were the same as Kaguya before, then her eyes are now the same as Yong Lin.

Facing such gazes, Wu Ye's fearless big heart suddenly shrank after a long absence. Wu Ye felt that Feng Ji was not like a god before, but now she does.

"The wall that was destroyed by you is the road leading to the prison of the moon."

Feng Ji's unwavering eyes fell on Wu Ye, as if sweeping a pool of dust indifferently:

"The prison of the moon has only imprisoned that adult for thousands of years, and only that adult is qualified to be locked in the pure moon capital, so I want to remind you..."

Feng Ji lowered her eyes, seeming to be pity and vigilant:

"If any accident happens to that lord, the next thing will not be as simple as a war."

"……What's the meaning?"

"The advice has been given to you. What you want to do next is up to you."

Pulling Yi Ji's hand, Feng Ji left the last sentence and disappeared into the distance with her sister, leaving only Wu Ye thinking about the meaning of Feng Ji's words.

But before he could figure out the meaning, the sound of fighting in the distance gradually approached.

"Have you reached here yet..."

Frowning and looking at the black smoke burning in the distance, Wu Ye took the small package with him, carried Gungnir on his shoulders and continued running towards the palace.

……

Perhaps Wu Ye's choice is correct, because the cruelty of war is not something that a mere seventeen-year-old boy can face up to.

The gate of the Palace of the Moon is already full of corpses, some from the people of the moon and some from monsters, roughly half of the enemy and half of our side, but the fighting has not stopped.

As one of the four heavenly kings of the ghost clan, and also the vanguard of this lunar war, Cuixiang has been fighting on the front line for a long time. Although her physical strength is still abundant, her heart is already tired.

It's not that Cuixiang wants to change careers to become a monk. Ghosts are warlike species, and the blood in their bodies won't cool down just because of one or two wars. The reason why Cuixiang feels tired in her heart is because of this war—— —

so boring.

This is a very arrogant statement, but it is also true. From the beginning to the present, Cuixiang has not encountered any competent opponents, and the unilateral slaughter of Moon Rabbit has made her feel tired.

Restored her gigantic body to its usual size, Cuixiang, who had retreated from the front line, looked at the retreating Moon Rabbit troops from afar, and felt a strange feeling in her heart:

"These guys in the Moon Capital, what are they doing..."

The king of the moon capital was nowhere to be seen, nor were the sages who came to meet the enemy. It was rare to see the princess of the two moons, but she still ran away.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Cuixiang and Zi agreed for an hour, and she held back the Moon Capital's sight for an hour to facilitate Zi's actions.

Seeing that the time is almost up now, and Youmu's rocket has successfully landed not long ago, and with Takeya's presence, they are considered a glorious defeat this time.

Staring at the battlefield, when Cuixiang was thinking about how long to stop, Hoshiguma Yuki hurriedly returned to her side.

"What's wrong with you, Yugi?"

Looking at her companion with concern, Cuixiang asked:

"Could it be that the main force of the Moon Capital has finally appeared?"

"No, not this one!"

Xingxiong Yongyi paused for a while, and after she had recovered her breath, she looked at Cuixiang with a heavy face and said:

"Cuixiang! Something big happened!"

"It's already hit this level, what big things can happen?"

"Listen to me, Cuixiang! The strikers are rushing into the center of the Moon Palace, this war—"

Xingxiong Yongyi said in a tone of surprise rather than calmness, questioning mixed with excitement:

"We, we seem to be winning!"

"Hey, what's the fuss about this, it's not normal to lose with our broken lineup... Wait a minute, what did you just say?"

The words in her mouth stopped suddenly, and Cuixiang looked at Xingxiong Yongyi with a confused face and asked:

"Are we going to win?"

"Ok!"

"Hey, did you make a mistake? With this group of scumbags, they can win? Has the strength of the Moon Capital grown inversely in the past thousand years? Both of us came out half an hour late in the team battle, and they actually Can you still lose? How did you do it?"

"Uh……"

Hearing this, the corner of Xingxiong Yongyi's mouth twitched slightly. Although she knew that Cuixiang was telling the truth, isn't it a bit too much to say that about her teammates?

Besides, are you so skeptical that we won?Why does it feel like you prefer us to lose... Wait!

Infected by Cuixiang's astonished reaction, Hoshigyu Yongyi suddenly remembered something, it seems that they never thought of winning this war at first...

Chapter 42 Prison of the Month