The tool, perhaps, is not sad. It can also get a "useful" feeling from the owner. It does not need to choose anything. Just follow the owner's footsteps. Even if it is damaged, it can still be satisfied with what he did for the owner in the end. Like in the forest of white bones, the Junmaru who gradually hangs down his firm forehead, like the white that slowly dissipates in the gentle snowflakes...

A person holding a sword does not have the heart to hold a sword. Even if the sword loves his master, the final result is nothing more than one disappearing, or disappearing like the idiot "no more killing" with the so-called "tools".

If possible, I can only say that Ai Buzhan is not a qualified master. She is like white, as kind as snow, which makes her never a perfect tool.

The taste of two worlds is that only people in two worlds are alone in their own corners, savoring the unspeakable bitterness. The continuous plot has spread from the previous theater, from the previous life, to the present. The weak people always hope to draw the warmth of comfort from others, until the people who can comfort him gradually disappear, until he meets a person who needs his comfort, lowers his head and thinks carefully, and becomes a ghost who even deceives himself...

Two kinds of tragedies, I felt it but could not resist it. I was the helpless tragedy. Even though I knew I could not continue like this, I still stopped in place. What is the meaning? It doesn’t matter anymore...

Looking at the girl who was chuckling with her head, she slackened the tense muscles of her right arm, and the decapitation knife that was slightly off her shoulder returned to her shoulder again. Haha, is it an unqualified tool? It looks the same as the future Bai, but it is much more perfect than Bai.

Zai Buzhan narrowed his eyes, and it seemed that he had never fulfilled his promise to the enemy except when he was in the moment. Sometimes, with the wish they finally told him, he killed them in their unwillingness and resentment, and appreciated the most perfect twist. Zai Buzhan frowned slightly, although it might be a little troublesome to take her away, for some reason, he wanted her to live another day, and gritted his teeth in his heart. After tomorrow, he must kill her, which can actually cause weakness in his heart. Such a person is enough, just one.

Zaibuzhan shook his head, and a corner of his mouth was cracked under the bandage. He smiled sarcastically, leaned down and groped on Shui Naikui for a while. He took off the ninja garment she carried, hung it behind him, took out the steel wire from the ninja garment bag, cut Shui Naikui's hands back, trapped them behind him, and twisted his neck again. The light whirl of his muscles and bones sounded beside Shui Naikui. He was holding a large beheading knife behind him, holding Shui Naikui on his left shoulder, pinched Shui Naikui's chin with his right hand, and gloomy words penetrated Shui Naikui's cochlea: "I have to say that your voice sounds so nice. For the sake of that fool's plea, I'll let you live one more day."

No more than cut the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the girl on his shoulder, and saw a ray of sorrow flashing in her eyes, and carried Shui Naikui and his figure flashed to the outside of the forest. The mist was gone, only a few broken or incomplete corpses remained, and lying on the cold earth with the blood belonging to his body. The sunlight that seeped into the branches shone on the earth that was dark red by the blood that was already fresh. The blood and darkness of the earth seemed to be telling the sunshine that had been sinned.

Zaibuzhan looked at Shuinaikui, flashing continuously between the branches, and keenly searched the No. 14 code left by the brothers of the big and big ghosts on the trunks and stones. Following the code of the big and big ghosts, Zaibuzhan took Shuinaikui to the village without any haste. The oncoming wind blew on the faces of the two people, causing a slight pain. Zaibuzhan's eyes were only exposed with haze, and bandages and forehead protection blocked his expression. I don't know what he was thinking.

Shui Naiku's long black hair hung on Zaibujian's body. From time to time, long hair was carried by the wind, sweeping across Zaibujian's face. The ice-blue eyes were like its cold color and the coldness it had, which was inconsistent with the smile on the corner of the girl's mouth. The shadows of the two melted into a ball in the sun. The strange ghosts devoured the girl's beautiful shadow, leaving only traces of the beheading sword, and the ghost with uneven teeth hung long on the ground.

The light was no longer uneven. After a long time, Zabuzhan finally broke out of the forest. The light completely enveloped his figure, no longer the sparseness in the forest. The strong sunlight made Zabuzhan squint slightly. Zabuzhan's body twisted slightly in the air and landed on the ground. He glanced at the No. 14 mark on a tree trunk beside him. Weiwei looked at the path extending far away in front of him, and could vaguely see the misunderstanding of a village.

Zaibuzhan put down Shui Naikui, who was resisting on his shoulders, turned sideways slightly, blocked Shui Naikui's vision, and slightly signaled to "turbidity". He inserted the decapitation knife behind him into the shadow, took out a purple scroll from the ninja bag, bit his fingers, and slowly formed seals with both hands. Two brown coats appeared in Zaibuzhan's hands with a burst of smoke. Zaibuzhan put one on himself, pulled down his hat, and blocked the forehead protection with water marks on his forehead.

Without cutting off the collar, I forced the other coat in my hand to Shui Naikui, who was standing beside me, pulled the brim of the hat, and hugged Shui Naikui to walk towards the village not far away...

Slowly, Aibukui hugged Mizunaki and approached the entrance of the village. Scattered pedestrians either walked out of the village, continued their itineraries, or walked into the village from the small path to repair. Although there were many beauties in the world of Naruto, they were also relative. Mizunaki's face was not covered by hats, and was constantly being scandaled by pedestrians back and forth. The sparse ice-blue eyes made people stare involuntarily. Looking at passers-by, curious, greedy, or with a hint of gaze, a wisp of joke appeared on the corner of his mouth under the bandage. If they knew that they were huddling a ninja who killed countless people, perhaps those pedestrians who were still in yy said to themselves in an instant, "It's time for men to say no to them, and they can't do it."

Zabuzhan slowly walked into the village where he had been to several times, gently glanced at the pedestrians at the entrance of the village, but found nothing unusual. Instead, he scanned the surrounding buildings and searched for the marks left by ghosts of all sizes.

After five minutes, Zabuzhan found the No. 14 mark left by the big and big ghosts from the edge of a wooden board. Zabuzhan half-watched Shui Naikui in his arms and walked towards the place where the big and big ghosts were marked. A few minutes later, a miserable inn appeared in Zabuzhan's eyes. Yetou was already waiting outside the door, but he did not notice that among the two people wearing brown coats, he was waiting for Zabuzhan.

Zaibushen hugged Shui Naikui and walked to Yetou, slightly opened the brim of his hat, revealing most of his face. Yetou, who reacted, hurriedly shouted: "My Lord, I won't kill..."

After Wu Zhan, he couldn't help but squint his eyes. The little ghost's vigilance was too poor. A murderous intent showed a ghost, which made the body of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking of the shaking.

A murderous voice came coldly into Yetou's ears: "You made three mistakes, one, you did not confirm my identity, two, you called out my name, three, you tremble when you met the murderous aura. I have to say, if there is another time, I will kill you with my own hands..." Zai Buzhan's voice was not very loud, and it might be a little light, but no one would doubt the murderous aura that was raging in the air.

Zabuzhan straightened up, patted Yetou's thin shoulders, and said, "Let's lead the way." Yetou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied in a low voice: "Yes." Zabuzhan glanced at the boss standing at the counter, and did not notice the chakra fluctuations. He raised his foot and followed Yetou, slowly stepped on the somewhat dirty stairs and walked upstairs.

Yetou pushed open the door and saw Zaibuzhan. Mingtou, who was sitting on the sofa and Bai who was sitting on the bed, stood up. Bai didn't care much about it. He quickly ran to the door and threw it into Zaibuzhan's arms. Zaibuzhan narrowed his eyes, stroked Bai's forehead, gently pushed Bai away, and hugged Bai casually on the sofa against the wall. He sat casually on the edge of the bed, swept his eyes to the edge of the bed, indicating that Gui Hebai, the big and small, leaned over and sat down.

The big and small ghosts and Bai sat on the other side of the bed, looking at Zaibuzhan who was sitting opposite. Zaibuzhan took off his coat and threw it on the head of the bed, saying, "Now we have two routes to walk. One is to turn around and pass through the border of the fog ninja Ninja. Go to the Snow Country. There is only a new small ninja village. However, the cold weather is not suitable for your training at this stage. The other is to continue moving forward and arrive at a small country called Wave Country. The weather is very good. The frequent morning fog can make it easier for you to learn my silent assassination technique, but there is no ninja village there. If you experience it, you will need a longer trip to accept the tasks you need to grow up."

After rubbing his bare chin (Um, he hasn't grown a beard yet, it seems that he hasn't grown sweat yet!!), he thought for a while, and asked, "Tell me your opinions?"

The two ghosts of all sizes asked them to work and made their own decisions. Zaibuzhan couldn't help frowning when he saw them scratching their ears and cheeks. To be honest, Zaibuzhan was not a successful planner, otherwise he wouldn't have to discuss with some kids, let alone be played with by Shuiying and finally went into exile like he is now.

In fact, no matter how much I don’t kill, I know the IQ of the two ghosts, but his purpose is not the two of them, but Bai, who sees through the defects of the ringworm in the original work, is what Bai, who is perfect inference, wants. A smile appears on the corner of his mouth under the bandage, and turns to look at Bai, who is sitting quietly on the edge of the bed...
Chapter completed!