When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"It's the practice of swordsmanship."

"...There's nothing to be bored with, it's what I need to survive. Besides, if I don't, I have nothing to do. Why don't I take some time off and go to be the commander of the armored iron city like Sifangchuan Iris, and mediate among the civilians? contradiction?"

The control of the Iron Fortress... To be honest, apart from food and the command of the route, Yong Ye really doesn't care about other things.

Managing those civilians is like being a train conductor, he has no interest at all.

He thinks that it is meaningless to spend time on the group of civilians who may turn against the water at any time and serve as cannon fodder. It is much more important to work hard to strengthen one's own strength.

However, he misunderstood what Wuming meant. What Wuming wanted to say was not to ask him to take care of civilians.

"No, no, I never thought of you doing Miss Calamus' job, I just wanted to say that you can do something else!"

"Others? Is there an example?"

"Like...playing."

"Aha?"

Unconsciously, surprised by the unexpected answer, Yong Ye stopped the movement of his hands unconsciously, and turned around helplessly to look at the lovely girl with an innocent appearance behind him.

"...I said, do you think I'm the same age as you? How can anyone think about playing all day when I'm my age?"

"Why can't you do it? You should tell me how old you are."

Wuming stood up on a high place, blocking the sunlight that could shine on Yongye's body, and a sly smile appeared on the cute face that the sunlight could not shine on.

Wuming knew that Yong Ye didn't remember her age, but she asked this question on purpose, obviously to make things difficult for Yong Ye.

"...No matter what, I'm definitely older than you, and I must be an adult, different from you kid who is still playing around."

It's a pity that Wuming didn't make it difficult for Yongye, because Yongye didn't answer directly, and even taunted Wuming's youth unceremoniously.

"You uncle! Who are you calling a brat?!"

"you."

"——Mmmmmmm~~!!"

A word that was simple and clear, without sloppiness, and without the slightest emotion added, directly made Wuming puff up his cheeks and glared at him viciously.

"Damn guy! One day I will teach you a good lesson!"

As if the air in front of him was Yong Ye, Wuming waved his small fist vigorously.

"If you've been idling and looking at me all day, this day will never come."

Yong Ye naturally chose to ignore the non-itchy and painless gaze, and lightly warned her of her laziness.

However, Wuming didn't seem to care much about this, her tender lips were bent into an arc. With a smile of unknown meaning, the girl retorted flatly.

"It doesn't matter if I can't teach you a lesson, but if you just practice swords all day long, then you will be a bachelor for the rest of your life!"

"No, you're wrong. Even if I really just practice swords all day long, it's impossible for me to be a bachelor for the rest of my life."

Disapprovingly continued to wield the blade, Yong Ye didn't think that he would be a bachelor for the rest of his life, and was still on the way of training, so he gave a completely correct rebuttal in theory.

"You have to know, what is the current situation in this world? In such a world, as long as there is force, are you afraid that you will not have a wife? ... No, it may not be right to say that..."

Shaking his head, Yong Ye denied his words, slashed with a knife, and then thought about organizing his words before speaking again.

"It should be correct to say that no matter what the world is, the strong will be admired, no matter what their personality is or what they do, it doesn't hurt."

"..."

Yong Ye's remarks made Wuming unable to refute for a while, because... it seems that this is really the case?

Without any reference, based on subjective judgment alone, more than 90% of women will definitely think that the strong man is the man they like.

Although she also wants to refute, saying that it has nothing to do with strength or weakness, as long as they are gentle, funny, or handsome, and they can feel at ease and happy together, one of these elements is enough.

Of course, those are indeed important factors that can make others like it.

But, if you think about it from another angle, does anyone think that they like the weak?

The answer must be no.

Even a strong person who is not handsome, gentle, or funny can be strong, reliable, bring a sense of security, and protect others.

Therefore, it is probably the instinct of women to long for a strong man who can protect themselves, right?

Choose between a strong man who is not handsome, gentle, and funny, and a weak man who is handsome, gentle, and interesting. I am afraid that not many women will like the weak, handsome, gentle, and funny who will be easily trampled by the strong. the weak?

Thinking about it this way, although the uncle in front of him is neither funny nor gentle, maybe he is an unexpected hit?

No... It doesn't seem to be unexpected... It's just that the distance is too close, and I am also very strong. I have never noticed which man nearby is strong, and ignored these elements.

"...Uncle, what kind of girl do you like?"

Out of nowhere, Wuming suddenly asked such a question.

"have no idea."

Similar to Wuming who asked this question without thinking, Yong Ye replied "I don't know" without thinking.

"Don't be so stingy, why are you so shy when you're an adult, tell me~ I might be able to find another for you when you get to Jingang Guo~?"

Wuming, who obviously didn't believe Yong Ye's words, jumped down from a high place and approached him with a malicious smile on his face, and poked his waist with his elbow like a normal bad friend.

"...I really don't know. I don't know what kind of past I have. All my memories are all about fleeing. Under such circumstances, how can I have time to think about those things?"

Yong Ye spread his hands in a bit of depression, not knowing that although these three words were short and sounded like they were fooling people, they were completely the true thoughts in his heart.

"Ah, that's right, you are a man without a past, um~ I always feel a little mysterious."

"...Are you trying to comfort me?"

"Well~ Let's just say that? Shall I touch your head to comfort you?"

Saying that, Wuming raised his hand with a eager smile, and it seemed that he really wanted to touch Yongye's head, but unfortunately...

Crack~!

Unsurprisingly, Yong Ye slapped off her hand that hadn't touched her with a backhand slap.

Chapter 52: A Special Way of Negotiation