[[[cp|.com/chapters/20108/16/1607152634175940032711445322199.jpg]]]] A wisp of darkness disappeared, a trace of light penetrated into my eyes. I opened my eyes with no struggle, and I felt a sharp pain in my body. I couldn't help but say "bum". Am I not dead yet?

Looking at the dark white tent, Zabubuzhan habitually touched his right hand towards his face. The tearing pain came from his right arm. He slowly moved his head and looked at his body. The white bandage covered his entire body, and occasionally a few bright red spots. He was wearing only a pair of shorts all over his body. Except for his legs, there were bursts of pain everywhere. Even if he didn't cut, he couldn't help but grin. Fortunately, the slight coolness brought on the medical bandage slightly relieved the pain, and the pain continued until he was numb... The dizziness from his head made Zabuzhan weak for a while. Haha, it seems that I have never been so weak except for that cold, right?

The corner of my mouth that never cuts a trace of memories, haha, in just one year, I even blurred your face. Tanzi, the sweetness on her face gradually disappeared, leaving only a rich sadness. As the desperate and hideous yellow eyes slowly spread, heartache came, covering up the pain in my body. But I, however, could not shed a tear...

Memory? It is a kind of painful burden. This kind of burden is also called the meaning of existence. It may be painful, but it is also afraid of losing, because after the loss, all it leaves behind is confusion... Unlike Kummaro, unlike Bai, their meaning of existence is given by others because they dare not, or have no meaning of existence. The kind of person who watches his most precious things be destroyed in front of him but cannot save them. He can only force himself to hate, forget, keep, and cover up. There is only sweet heartache in his memory.

Zaibuzhan stretched his right hand in front of him. The white bandage had a sick fragrance. The faint smell of medicinal materials made the weak Zaibuzhan slightly lift his energy. The excessive bleeding made him feel a little thirsty. He swept around him, but unfortunately there was no water bottle. Zaibuzhan's lips were pursed gently. This gently pursed it and hit the wound on his chest. The pain made Zaibuzhan unable to help but suck the corners of his eyes.

Suddenly a strong light came from the entrance of the tent. Zai Buzhan reluctantly raised his right hand to block the forehead to block the strong light... A slender figure reflected in Zai Buzhan's eyes. His black shawl hair reminded Zai Buzhan of the girl named Tanzi, whose eyes were still a little astringent. He gently rubbed his right hand and saw the face of the girl in front of him clearly.

The delicate skin was faintly reflected by a hint of pink, the small and delicate jade nose was gently raised, the light red lips gently curled a smile, the light ink's moon eyebrows were slender and delicate, swept to those eyes, and rolled their eyes again!!

The confused white lightly carried a slight clear purple. Zabuzhan looked up at her forehead. A koh-leaf guarded his forehead tightly blocked the white forehead that should have been as white as her cheeks. Seeing Zabuzhan's gaze, the girl lowered her head slightly. Her pale eyes could not perfectly express the feelings of any Hinata clan, but she lowered her head slightly to Zabuzhan felt a hint of sadness. The girl walked up to Zabuzhan with a water cup and slowly leaned down and opened her red lips: "Mr. Abuzhan, please drink some water."

Zai Buzhan was dazhan, thinking of the black-haired girl, "Mr. Ninja, Mr. Ninja..." The call of the past seemed to ring in his ears again, "Mr. Ai Buzhan..." The girl from Hinata looked at her blankly, her face turned slightly red, she nodded slightly, and she shouted softly, Zai Buzhan woke up in shock, looking at the girl handing the water cup in front of her, stretched out her right hand to take the water cup, took a sip, and suddenly Zai Buzhan remembered something, struggling to stand up, but her weak body made him only roll off the bed. Hinata was startled and hurriedly supported Zai Buzhan who rolled down from the bed. Zai Buzhan shouted: "Where is my kimono?! And the bandage on my left hand!!!!" Zai Buzhan grabbed the girl's collar with her moveable right hand and asked loudly.

The girl Hyuga was so scared that she was so crazy that she was "I, I, I-----" that she couldn't speak, "Cough cough!!" Zaibuza's chest was undulating, and a mouthful of purple blood was sprayed out, and the blood was covered with the bandage on Zaibuza's body. Zaibuza breathed heavily, calmed down, let go of the girl's collar, glanced over, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, I lost my composure..." The girl Hyuga came back to her senses, lowered her head slightly and said: "It's okay, Mr. Wuzhan..." Zaibuza took a sip of water, sootheed, and asked: "Do you know where I was wearing a kimono? And the bandage wrapped in my left hand?" The girl said: "Hmm? That, that," the girl was a little nervous, hid her hands behind her and held each other, "That, Mr. Wuzhan, when the wound was treated, the clothes and bandages had been thrown away..."

Zaibuza sat up with a "huh", which scared the girl Hinata step back. The wound on her upper body was so severe that she felt a torn pain. Zaibuza frowned and gritted her teeth, calmed down, and slowly asked: "Where did it be thrown?" The girl Hinata put her hands in front of her abdomen and said stammeringly: "The place where the residue is accumulated..." Zaibuza wanted to get out of bed, but her body was weak. After thinking about it, she turned to the girl Hinata.

"Well, um, what's your name?" Zaibuzhan rubbed his nose awkwardly, after all, he had something to ask for, and he grabbed the collar from the beginning. The girl's face turned red slightly, and she lowered her head and said softly, "Qizhu, Hinaga Quizhu." Zaibuzhan hesitated for a moment, and said, "Qizhu, please help me to the accumulation place..." Quizhu took a step back and said, "That, that, Mr. Wuzhan, your injury should not be out of bed." Zaibuzhan frowned and said, "It's okay, my body knows it myself." Quizhu: "But..." Zaibuzhan gritted his teeth and said, "No, but..." "Then, okay..." Quizhu's personality was too gentle, and he could only obey Huabuzhan's words, and he held the bedside with his right hand, signaling Quizhu to help him up. A hint of blush appeared on Quizhu's face, slowly approaching Huabuzhan's lightly held Wuzhan and gently supported Wuzhan.

Absent the right hand and pushed his body towards Quezhu. Quezhu said "hmm". The first time he was approached by the boy so close, the girl's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate. Absent the scent of a girl penetrated into the nose that he couldn't cut, and hesitated for a moment, put his right hand on the girl's shoulder. The girl's black hair swept over the face of Bushou, and she couldn't help but wiped her face on the girl's shoulder. Quezhu said "ah", and her face was red, and she found that she was inappropriate. The habit she developed around Tanzi was still unintentionally. Thinking of Tanzi, Absent the eyes darkened, and said, "Let's go..."

Que Zhu helped Zai Bujian out of the medical tent. He just went out to meet another Hinata ninja. The Hinata ninja looked at Que Zhu who helped Zai Bujian and a hint of anger flashed across his face and shouted, "Qi Zhu, why are you holding a disabled person?" Que Zhu looked at the Hinata boy and couldn't help but say "Ah", blushing and stuttering, "Hua, Huamu cousin... This is Hubiao, sir."

Hua Mu was about to mock Zaibu Slash a few words, but when he saw the eyes of Zaibu Slash, his heart trembled. A trace of murderous intent spread out at the door of the medical tent. He held Ju Zhu, who was staring at Zaibu Slash, and Hua Mu was trembling all over. A ghost seemed to be coming out of Zaibu Slash's body, tearing his body, sweat kept flowing through Hua Mu's cheeks, and twisting his eyes. Hua Mu could not bear the strong murderous aura, and vomited out "wow", no more

Zhan gently retracted his murderous aura, put his right hand on Que Zhu's right shoulder tightened slightly, and greeted: "Let's go..." Que Zhu said "oh", looking at Hua Mu who was shaking on the ground with some concern, Zai Buzhan said: "That garbage is fine..." Que Zhu said: "Ah, that, that, cousin..." Zai Buzhan tightened his right hand and said: "Let's go." Que Zhu looked at Hua Mu worriedly, and helped Zai Buzhan walk towards the waste accumulation area...

Dozens of huge wooden boxes were piled up in the northernmost corner of the camp. You could vaguely smell the dry blood and the rotten stinking of garbage. Zaibuzhan asked: "Where should those things be?" Quezhu covered his nose slightly, pointed to the two closest wooden boxes and said: "That, because it was thrown away the day before yesterday, it should be in these two boxes, um." Zaibuzhan Weiwei left Quezhu, slowly approached the box, and finally got out of Quezhu, bent down and began to search in the box. The smell of rotten and rich blood, as if it had not been heard. Zaibuzhan used his moveable right hand to search in the box, took out bags of garbage, bloody ninja war uniforms, placed beside him, slowly looking for his own cherishment...

Que Zhu looked at Zaibuzhan who was searching for something in the garbage passage in front of him, and was slightly stunned. Thinking of the "ghost people" that were so respected by Funin in the camp, the proud faces of Funin flashed in front of him. The hero of Funin was also the hero of Konoha now. Thinking of the young man who was pushed into the emergency room, the kunai who was bitten and biting Khunin, the resolute face, the huge sword, and the body with raised muscles, Que Zhu's face turned red, shook her head, and continued to look for the "Zhunin" like a ground mouse. Her white eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of curiosity gradually blew in her heart...

Turning open a bloody black breeches, a strand of white penetrated into the eyes of Aibubuza, Aibuza gently moved away the breeches, and the bloody kimono appeared in front of him, gently brushing off the dust on the kimono, slowly pulling it to his chest, a blood-stained bandage of brown hair appeared in the kimono, and Bianbuza gently placed them on his shoulders, gently stroked the kimono and bandages, as if stroking the lover's hair, gently with a hint of warmth, a breeze swept the broken hair of Aibuza, a strand of sadness penetrated into the heart, Aibuza hugged the kimono and bandages and murmured: "Sandalia..."
Chapter completed!