The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Um, uh... hmm?"

It was probably only until now that she realized that there was an "enemy" beside her. Lingxian was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly showed an expression as if she was facing an enemy.

"You, why, are you here..."

"He still seems to be awake."

After getting a general understanding of Lingxian's situation, Wu Ye was not so worried.

"Hey, you can't move anymore, right? Dragging such a body to the battlefield, you will die."

"Even if that's the case, I must, go..."

"is it?"

After a moment of silence, Wu Ye suddenly smiled.

"Hey, monster, how about a deal?"

"trade?"

"You let me go, and in exchange, I'll help you stop those two guys from fighting, how about that?"

"Varied……!"

Lingxian stared round her eyes, looking very shocked, and it took a long time before she opened her mouth and said:

"No, no, people on the ground, you must have come with that guy to deal with Her Royal Highness!"

"I see, don't you believe me?"

Nodding unexpectedly, Wu did not give up so easily.

"Then let me try to explain, maybe this will make you choose to believe me."

"Explain, what?"

"The first is the motivation. I have sufficient reasons to stop them."

Seeing the puzzled Lingxian, Wu Ye cleared his throat and began to persuade.

"Meihong and I are friends, that's right, and we're still very good friends. If nothing else happens, it's only natural for me to help her after I get out of trouble."

"In that case, why do you still..."

"Listen to me."

Interrupting Lingxian's doubts, Wu Ye continued:

"It's true that Meihong and I are friends, but it's also because we are friends that I want to stop her."

"Oh……"

Lingxian blinked half understandingly.

"As the saying goes, when is it time to repay each other, not to mention that the two of them are still immortal Penglai people. If we just leave them alone, I am afraid that this enmity will not be understood in thousands of years, right?"

"Um……"

Lingxian's eyes gradually revealed a look of listening.

"Meihong and I are very good friends, so I don't want her to live in painful enmity all the time. The same is true for you. Your princess fights with others every day. Isn't this what you want to see?"

"exactly……"

Lingxian nodded with difficulty, approval gradually appeared in her eyes.

"Then someone must stop them. Over the years, everyone has dealt with their problems in a laissez-faire way, which is wrong!"

Said categorically, Wu Ye looked very serious.

"Someone must stop them, someone must cut off the chain of hatred, even if it is because of the transfer of hatred, it doesn't matter."

Looking up at the two people in the fierce battle, Wu Ye said lightly with a sad smile:

"If this can free Meihong from the abyss of hatred, I am willing to be the necessary victim among them."

"It's very kind of you to say..."

Lingxian, who unconsciously put on the honorific, looked at Wu Ye excitedly.

"If I can help Her Royal Highness, get out of this situation, I am willing to do anything for her, but, now I..."

Resignedly lowering her head, Lingxian seemed to be ashamed of her own powerlessness.

"So let's make a deal."

Wu also smiled indifferently:

"I'll fix it all, as long as you let me go."

"What are you talking about, if it's for Her Royal Highness, such a trivial matter..."

Stretching out her hand with difficulty, Lingxian condensed a pinch of weak demon power at her fingertips, which turned into a red magic bullet, which flew past the rope on Wu Ye's body, and the strong bondage broke instantly.

"that……"

"Your Majesty, Fukuoka Yuta, just call me Yuta."