Konoha Hits The Soul

"Qianye..."

Heavenly Dao Payne raised his chin slightly, "Aren't the people of this race yet to die?"

"Uzumaki is endless, and a thousand nights are immortal."

Shun Yi raised the corners of her mouth and showed a meaningful smile: "How about it, do you want to continue working together?"

Payne squinted, and Rinnegan stared at Shunyi's eyes, and finally stretched out his hand and held Shunyi's hand together: "I hope you don't let me down."

Shun Yi smiled, through the pair of Rinnegan, as if I could see the Nagato body behind Heavenly Dao Payne, he confidently said: "Don't worry, I never disappoint."

.......

"I let you down, am I? Yahiko..."

Looking at the root ninja who was cleaning up the ruins and rectifying in the distance.

The lonely white-haired man sat on the top of the ruins of a high tower, his eyes were lonely, and in those arrogant and unruly eyes filled with stories, all that was left at this moment was exhaustion and confusion.

It's like a frustrated middle-aged man who has been enthusiastically pursuing his dreams but was hit by reality with his back bent, physically and mentally exhausted.

He touched his waist melancholy, but found that there was no hip flask at all.

Not only is there no hip flask, but the notebook that had been in his arms and written all the spirits and injustices in his heart is no longer there.

I thought I could just go on like this.

Carrying all the past, pinning to the future you want.

With all the edges and corners that belong to his Jiraiya alone, he is not moved by foreign objects.

pity.

The moment when the roots are carried on the back.

All this has changed, hasn't it?

The past never come back.

What you have is lost.

What I want is drifting away.

Persistence was forced to forget.

Even being alive doesn't seem to be for oneself anymore.

Hero?

Ha ha.

"teacher."

Namikaze Minato walked forward quietly and said softly: "The two previous exploration teams have been found, Baiyunye Mountain.

He rescued the first group of people who explored, and then found a safe place to settle them, so he bought himself time to survive and wait for rescue. Do I need to go through the procedure for an illusion interrogation? "

Jiraiya was in a daze, as if he hadn't heard Minato at all.

After a long time, he turned his head, and those deep eyes full of stories were full of heartbreaking sadness and loneliness at this time. Namikaze Minato's heart trembled slightly as he watched, and he couldn't understand what happened to his teacher.

"Minato..." Jiraiya looked at him, "Listen to the teacher, there are some things in the future, you don't want to participate."

"Ms. Jiraiya..."

Minato was stunned, wondering why his teacher suddenly said this.

Jiraiya turned his head back without explaining.

Minato is really in the sun.

In this world, there are some things that cannot be said to him.

At least it shouldn't be said from his mouth.

Otherwise, once it is said, not only certain beliefs that have been adhered to may collapse.

It will also cause some irreparable damage.

After all, I usually overlook certain things too much.

It caused such evil results.

He sighed: "Just do it, you will understand one day."

Minato looked at Jiraiya worriedly, but in the end he obeyed his words and said nothing, bowed slightly to Jiraiya, and left here quietly.

Among the dilapidated ruins, Jiraiya was the only one to take care of.

He was lying on a hard rock.

Looking up at the dome with loneliness in his eyes.

Soon he fell into a dream state of exhaustion.

The corners of the mouth murmured unconsciously:

"Tsunade Hime, at this time, it would be nice if you were there..."

......

The sun appeared.

The sky is clear and the night is bright.

One night's time.

The corpse used for blood sacrifice on Konoha Street has disappeared.

Under the cover of the special odor-masking potion of the Inuzuka clan, even the bloody smell disappeared.

No one knows, just last night.

Under the Konoha Village where they were sleeping peacefully, an explosion that was enough to flatten Konoha occurred in a secret place that was once dragged to an unknown place.

For them.

Every day is the same as the day before.

Eat, make money, have fun, sleep.

Under the cover of a caring person, a thick fog that appeared excessively was not even enough to talk after a meal.

Those who knew the insider signed a large number of confidentiality regulations.

A thing that could turb the entire Konoha and even the Ninja world just "dissipated" invisible.

If you are interested, observe carefully.

You will find that there seem to be fewer people from outside the village wandering in the village today.

The business of many shops is not as lively as usual.

Even the Uchiha clan has not attracted as many people as it did in previous days.

Among them, the only constant is probably the milk tea for a while.

There is still a long line of people bloated.

Even if it is recently talked about the business of many chain stores.

But the business of the head office that first introduced new products is always the best.

Especially for this weird thick fog, a limited new version of the "strange fog" series has been released, which has attracted more and more people.

So that...

"Brother, do you want a chant?"

A sneaky man in a turban came to the end of the line.

Staring at the tall, bald head with a cold face, he compared the ticket number in Kabuto: "There are people inside. If you add money to buy a ticket, you don't need to line up."

The bald man glanced at him indifferently, his brows tucked slightly, his eyes flashed with incomprehension and doubt.

He stretched out his hand directly, and was about to get the "ticket number" from Kabuto, the man in the turban.

The face of the man in the turban changed, he took a few steps back and looked at his bald head vigilantly: "What are you doing? Know the rules, get the money first, then give the ticket."

The doubt in the bald man's eyes deepened. He tilted his head and stared at the man in the turban. He squatted in class and said, "No...no money, I...I want an account."

"No money for a fart account!"

The man in the turban looked at the bald man in disgust: "You look pretty clean, but I didn't expect to be such a person! What a bad luck! Pooh!"

The turban man spit on the bald man's feet contemptuously, then turned and left.

But his body suddenly froze, completely out of control.

what happened?

Is it a ninja?

Encountered hard stubble!

The man in the turban was stunned, but found that his body was completely unable to move, and he could not even speak.

His horrified bald man grabbed a lot of tickets from his Kabuto.

Then he looked at it suspiciously, and lost the ticket: "It's over... it's expired, I, I... want a number, no... no need to queue up."

The eyes of the man in the turban were dumb, and he wanted to cry without tears.

He is just a ticket seller who makes money and deceives people by opportunism. Where can there be real tickets!

And now that he can’t move, he can’t talk about it, how should he explain it? I heard that the Inuzuka clan took over the police force. If caught, damn...

"enough."

A gentle voice sounded.

The other hand grabbed the bald man's hand. The man in the turban suddenly felt his whole body loose, like a pardon. He raised his head and glanced at the man in a white robe with a small black spot on his forehead, hurriedly panicking. Run away.

"No."

The bald man looked aggrieved at the white-robed man: "Compassion, I want a number."

Compassionate smiled and patted him comfortingly on the shoulder: "Wait a little longer, it will be there soon. Then you will be able to drink delicious milk tea, Xiaoweimen..."

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