[[[cp|.com/chapters/20111/25/1607152634315574344790403271723.jpg]]] Zabuzhan sat on the edge of the hotel bed, looking at the two men of Mingtou who had been found on the sofa, nodded slightly, and said, "I have planned our future itinerary. Since white hands need healing, I will take her to Hotan Town to find medical ninjas tomorrow. As you plan to continue to hide your identities and head towards the Snow Country."

Zai Buzhan took out two scrolls, placed them on the table, and said lightly: "This is your temporary training plan. If it is not completed, your road to pursuit of strength will come to an end."

Mingtou Yetou reached out and wanted to pick up the scroll on the table, but the sound of not cutting them interrupted their movements: "Don't be anxious first, haha, I'll explain to you what you want to learn. Simply put, it is, climbing trees and stepping on water..."

Mingtou was slightly stunned and lowered his head to think about something, but Yetou on the side couldn't help but say "ah". Aibu Leng Se's eyes glanced slightly at the disobedient little ghost. The murderous aura revealed slightly made Yetou shrink his neck slightly and lower his head.

Zai Buzhan said lightly: "This is not an ordinary climbing tree or trampling on water. If you want to learn my silent assassination technique, this is not even the first step. Hum, let's demonstrate it to you." Zai Buzhan patted Bai who was leaning beside him, walked to the wall, raised his foot and walked up the wall step by step, standing upside down on the roof, and said coldly: "You think it's normal to see Zhongnin walking sideways on the wall. In fact, Zhongnin's chakra is not much more than Shininin, but it can use chakra better. And the way I give you the exercise of chakra can at least double your chakra. Hum, maybe I've been a little too gentle these days..."

Strands of condensed murderous intent surged out of the ghost shadow and slightly wrapped around the body of the Mingtou Yetou. It was cold, wanton, bloody, tyrannical, and pressured. All kinds of cold feelings instantly defeated the defense line of the big and small ghosts. For many days, Weiwei's soft words made them greatly reduce their awe for Zabuzhan. The tyranny of this moment made them realize that the "Mist Ghost Man" standing in front of them was the "Mist Ghost Man" Taodi? Zabuzhan.

The heart of the Mingtou Khan's head kept trembling, and the tyranny of Zabubuzhan in the Fog Ninja kept relocating to their minds. I remember that when Zabuzhan was doing the B-level mission, Zabuzhan cut off the head of the Shangnin who was doing the mission for no reason. The head that was stomped by Zabuzhan was splattered with white scarlet red as if it was in front of me.

Mingtou fell to the ground and said tremblingly: "If you don't kill me, please forgive me." He took out Kuwu and inserted it into his temple. The murderous intent of Wuwu's death splashed instantly, covering his head in front of him. The cold and bloody aura seemed to pierce Mingtou's soul. Mingtou raised Kuwu's right hand and stopped in the air and trembled.

A wisp of saliva unconsciously slid from Mingtou's mouth. Blood, blood, blood, or blood, the red liquid pounced on him with a crying and whistling resentful spirits. The sticky and smelly liquid poured into his mouth. Countless resentful spirits with incomplete bodies licked their skin, and the rotten fishy smell stimulated the nerves of Mingtou's Yetou.

Yetou couldn't help but vomit, kneeling on the ground and trembled constantly. The sticky in his mouth slid unconsciously from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were dull. Ming Tou trembled all over, and the Kuwu in his hand suddenly stabbed his thighs and woke up, but he couldn't help vomiting. He didn't squint his eyes and restrained his wanton murderous aura. Haha, unintentional temptation, he actually picked up the treasure. Although Ming Tou's brainpower is a little worse, compared with geniuses like Bai and Uchiha, his qualifications and tenacity can be said to be excellent, and this method of overcoming fear with pain is the best explanation.

Zabuzhan slowly walked down the wall, sat beside Bai, who was still confused, and said lightly: "Mingtou, go wake up your brother, and deal with your wounds here and you. Take a night off tonight and act as planned tomorrow."

"Yes, I won't kill you anymore." Mingtou shouted respectfully, pulling out the Kuwu that was stuck on his legs, and hurriedly bandaged it, wiped the ground with a bandage, and walked out with a still dazed Karma.

Zaibuzhan stroked Bai's forehead and said, "Go to bed early, Bai, I'll have to hurry tomorrow," Bai looked at Mingtou Yetou, who had already walked out of the door in confusion, smiled slightly at Zaibuzhan, and said softly, "Your Madam Wuzhan, you should rest early." His gentle smile, his eyes that narrowed his arc because of the smile, let Zaibuzhan's mood, which was originally bad because of the big and small ghosts, relieved slightly. Zaibuzhan nodded, sat cross-legged on the inside of the bed, and began to refine the chakra in his body, sailed against the current, and retreated if he didn't advance. Even if he entered the shadow level, he had to persist. Although he felt that there was no possibility of further progress, if he didn't work hard, it would be absolutely impossible.

The coldness of early spring was blocked by the walls of the hotel. The room was not very big but was particularly warm. Bai was lying on the bed, tilting his little head, looking at Zaibujian sitting cross-legged at the corner of the bed. The white straps blocked his face. Although he had seen the face that was not cut many times, he always felt an unspeakable sense of strangeness when he looked at the bandages on his face.

Bai held his cheeks and watched Zaibuzhan, who was still moving, and the figure of Zaibuzhan kept flashing in his mind.

It has been almost a month since I met Lord Zaibuzhan. During this period, I have been the happiest thing since that incident. When Lord Zaibuzhan looked at me, there was always a strange color in my eyes. I can't explain it clearly, but my eyes were very different from the first time I met Lord Zaibuzhan. I remember that during the wandering days, I squatted by the water and looked at my eyes. My eyes were like I was often robbed by stray cats, but it lacked the pride and wildness of stray cats, leaving only unnecessarily unconforming to this world.

On the snowy bridge, the eyes of the adults are the same as before. The appearance of the adults looking at me made me a little scared, but for some reason, I said the words that suddenly appeared in my heart...

Lord Zabuzhan took me in and taught me some knowledge about ninjas. Only then did I realize that Lord Zabuzhan is a great ninja, and the meaning of being a ninja is a perfect tool, and being a perfect tool for Lord Zabuzhan is my goal.

The tools will always be broken. Lord Wuzhan threw away many broken Shuriken and Khuna, but did not throw away Bai. Lord Wuzhan always said, "Bai is mine." But Bai can't do anything except help Lord Wuzhan analyze the problem. Is Bai really a nirvana that is useful to Lord Wuzhan like the decapitation sword? Bai didn't know, it's really safe to stay by my side...

Zaibushen exhaled a breath of turbid air, opened his eyes, and the light in the room was still on. According to his biological clock, it should have been twelve o'clock. A snoring sound came from his ears. Zaibushen looked down and Bai pressed his head on his arms and fell asleep. Bai was pressed on his bandage and smiled slightly. He gently moved Bai's arms, placed the pillow under Bai's head, and slowly covered Bai with a thin quilt. He lay on his back beside Bai, looking at Bai's roof, haha, there were a few black footprints left on it. Hum, this time he completely offended Mizuno. Not only the original Mizuki Sect, but also Kuraya, a newcomer from the elders, also offended Kuraya. After all, Chuanmaru is his person, and he doesn't have many people in his hands, right?

Alas, it’s a pity that the ninja knife is "sewed" and the damn Chuanmaru actually sewed it with him, which makes her look disgusting. Kisame didn’t know what happened to her. Last time she got drunk, she said that the girl he often cared about, and some of her favorites were killed by him. Haha, the sorrow of the Intelligence Department. In order to protect intelligence, Kisame’s mission is to kill and tear the intelligence personnel when they have no chance to protect them from escaping, to prevent the disclosure of intelligence.

Zabuzhan stretched out his left hand, placed it at the tip of his nose, and sniffed it slightly. Although his hands had been washed many times, the strong smell of blood did not dissipate at all. Zabuzhan looked at Bai beside him, and for some reason he felt a desire to hug her tightly. This feeling was like a drowning person who wanted to grab the only driftwood on the water.

Zabuzhan looked up at Bai's sleeping face, suppressing the tyranny deep in his heart. Haha, he was like an evil ghost, constantly devouring the people around him who could give him warmth and sunshine, so that he could continue to survive in his darkness.

I don’t know why, but when I didn’t have myself, Bai always shrank himself into a ball before he could fall asleep. Once others approached, he would wake up. When she was by her side, she gently pushed her but couldn’t wake her up. After she fell asleep, she stretched out her right arm and gently wrapped her thin body. She slowly placed the tip of her nose between her hair and smelled the scent of the girl’s hair. The bloody smell that could not be dissipated seemed to fade a little. Then she pulled another pillow and pended it on it. Looking at Bai’s sleeping soundly, she slowly closed the pair of ghost eyes that were watching how many lives disappeared...

The night is getting deeper, and under the broken moon, occasionally a few night cats flash, a few dog barking, a few cat chirping, and a few unknown birds crying, illusioning this night that I don’t know what is hidden. The alternation of day and night is like the essence of human beings, but some people live in the Arctic Circle and cannot look at the bright sunshine, while the extremely sinful aurora has become the most beautiful color in their lives, while some people live on the equator and cannot experience the mysterious darkness. When they encounter darkness, the desires that have been suppressed in their hearts are leaked out, tyrannical, cruel, and **, causing them to fall into darkness and never think about the light they once had. No, perhaps, when they look up at the full moon one day, they will think of the sun that is also a round, but they will no longer believe in the warm sunshine...
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