The traces of white completely overwhelmed the blood that had been left in front of you. The faint white snowflakes were no longer as pure as before, and the only thing left was cold and bleak. The cold that penetrated into people's hearts was filled with a hint of cold air. The dark colors enveloped the white clouds that were squandering...

The "creaking" sound came from the depths of the forest without any trace of demonstration. If you don't cut it out, you stroked your broken hair with your left hand, shook your head and got rid of the sad feeling of a rabbit dead fox. You look up at the depths of the forest where the sounds sounded. You won't be ordinary people entering this place, and you won't be ninjas without demonstrating your footsteps. If you don't cut it out, you will feel a ray of cold doubt in your pale yellow pupils between the bandages and the broken hair...

"Squeak" "Squeak" The sound of footsteps squeaking the snow gradually became clear. The trees that were shattered by the explosion shattered the ice and snow shells leaked out the original gray-brown. Among the gray trees, a figure wearing an ice-blue kimono slowly walked out, and the black hair was casually scattered behind the back. The round and smooth cheeks in my memory became thin at some point. The unique ice eyes emitted was so familiar.

Zabuzhan looked at the girl who was walking towards him step by step. The cold eyes looked directly at him, making him unable to help but look at her. The familiar and familiar thread was so familiar. A trace of turbid void appeared in the eyes of the ice eyes, deep boredom, and deep hatred echoed in the eyes that should have been pure. A trace of rotten corpse smell emanated from the girl in front of him. The long-term vigilance made Zabuzhan slightly pull the bandage of the beheading sword. He turned his perspective gently and found that the girl was holding her arms in her arms, and it was vaguely visible that it was two withered heads.

Zabuzhan felt that there was no trace of murderous intent on the girl, so he relaxed, withdrew his right hand that was sneaking on the hilt and rubbed his bandaged chin. The cold voice sounded in the snow with a slight murderous intent: "Hmph, Shui Naikui, I let you go last time, but this time I actually found him. Do you think that ghosts can only play with them and will not kill people?"

The thin face of the girl called Shui Naique brought a bleak smile. The curve of the ice-blue eyes seemed to be the smile of a cat, a "giggle" chuckling, without the arrogance of the first meeting, without the weakness of discarding, a faint charm bloomed on this girl who had not yet fully grown. No longer the sword frowned, waiting for the girl to say the next words.

"Puchi--" Kneeling on the snow made a squeeze sound. Shuinaikui knelt on one knee without hesitation in front of Ai Bushou. The words of request came out from the corner of his once firm mouth: "My Lord, please accept me..."

Zaibuzhan stared at the girl in front of him and asked lightly: "Why?" Shuinaikui untied the burden she had covered in her arms. His two heads with the skull pried open to the snow, his empty head and atrophic muscles were still pressed against the skull.

Zabuzhan looked at the head that had no eyes at his feet, a figure appeared from his mind. When he thought of his past technique, he couldn't help but feel a little scared in his heart. Haha, Uchiha Pinjiro, the guy who had been cut off his head by himself, it seems that Fuji Nin had even removed his brain in order to read the remaining memories he had left.

A twisted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the bandage, and his cruel eyes looked at the lying girl in front of him. He stepped on Pinjiro's remaining head into the snow and said sarcastically: "What does it mean to throw the head of this abandoned Uchiha son over?"

Mizunaki's hands, submerged in the snow, couldn't help but shake the moment he stepped on Pinjiro's head without slashing. The action of protecting the head was forced to suppress it. He could only watch the shrinking head that he once cherished was deeply stepped into the snow.

Shuinaikui slowly raised his head and looked directly at Zaibuzhan's eyes. Two tears slid down the girl's fair cheeks, and his red lips uttered clear words: "Because only ghosts understand these things, because only you can help me..." Zaibuzhan raised his head and looked down at the girl kneeling in front of him. His ice-colored eyes trembled slightly, and the twistedness penetrated into his heart, and the strange satisfaction filled the gap in the ghost's heart.

The initial suspicion has dissipated. If you don’t cut it, gently move away the ninja shoes that stepped on Pinjiro’s already cut off head. No matter how you demonstrate it, the distortion of hatred cannot be demonstrated by the soul. Haha, the most important person you are denied by your "home" and even your restrained body is not spared. Just for the so-called "data", Hum, ninja, the real perfect tool has been pursued, but has never been found, just like a magical tool will be corroded by time, while the materials of the ninja itself are imperfect, and the so-called ridiculous "humanity" remains.

Zabuzhan reached out and pinched Shui Naikui's chin, leaned over and looked at her face that looked slightly charming because of her thinness. A slightly hoarse and cold voice sounded in Shui Naikui's ears again: "Why?"

Minaki narrowed his cat-like eyes slightly, and a dark confusion appeared in his ice-blue eyes, and he couldn't help but murmur softly: "Why? Why..." Minaki's mind was in chaos, and he stole the cone and Minajiro's head that he had brought back to the Musty Ninja Village, and fled with fear. Just one pursuit of the Musty Ninja assassination troops almost killed himself. Unconsciously, only the ghost who gave him a sense of despair in his memory would bring him a sense of inexplicable security. The instinctive desire to survive made him pursue the route of not slashing out of bounds, and pursued the Kingdom of Snow all the way, but he never thought whether he would take him in if he didn't slash again. He just let him go once, so what reason would he have to take in his own rebellious ninja?

A trace of grievance and a ray of discomfort gradually floated into Naique's heart. I once thought that with Captain Pinjiro by my side, I would always be safe and would not be deceived again. Until Pinjiro died with Uchiha's surname, I once thought that the cone would always obey his instructions like my younger brother, until I found the cone's throat was cut off and the cold and fat body fell to the ground. I once thought that I would always hate all the evil ghosts who took away their world, but I couldn't help but approach him when I was afraid.

Feeling the slight trembling from Shui Naikui, Zaibushen lost interest in playing, and easily boiled Shui Naikui's chin. He said lightly: "Since you don't know, then stay by my side as a subordinate. Haha, you are an unqualified tool..." Shui Naikui was stunned, not expecting that Aibushen's body would be so easy to take in. He raised his head and saw Zaibushen's figure had already taken more than a dozen steps, but there was no trace of him falling from the snow covered with Xinxue. Mizunaikui stood up and looked at the remaining head of Cone and Pinjiro nostalgia. A trace of determination flashed in his ice-blue eyes, and rushed towards Zaibushen's figure...

He walked back to Xuejie Village without slashing, and let Mizunaki walk beside him, but his brain quickly analyzed everything in front of him. Although because of Pinjiro's death and the treatment of the village, he saw that Mizunaki's almost penetrated his soul, just like his lover pushed himself down without hesitation in order to board the life-saving ship.

Ai Buzhan couldn't help but tighten the muscles in the corners of his eyes for a while. Humph, but it was not ruled out that the forbidden technique to seal and transform memory. However, the chance of this was too small, and he really needed a tool that could help him during battle. Bai's growth was just beginning, and Ming Tou, who was not as good as the shadow-level battle, was almost a dish in this kind of shadow-level battle. And Shuin Naiku, who had experienced many pursuits of rebel ninjas, might be a good choice. At least, with Shuin Naiku, you can lead your own little ghosts well.

Zabuzhan bit his tongue slightly, and the slight pain made me more awake and continued to think. Even if Mizunaki could not participate in his battle, the rare blood limit was also a good ability. Moreover, Mizunaki was considered a ninja with a large chakra amount. This kind of ninja is not more common in the ninja world than Feng's killing attributes.

After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and resisted the idea of ​​using the "turbidity" to set a ban in Shui Naique's body. After all, a person without the trace of a "cage bird" can exert more power than that kind of slave.

Following Zaibuzhan behind Zaibuzhan, Shuinaiku did not find the cruel thoughts of Zaibuzhan. He followed Zaibuzhan quietly and looked back a few times. Who knew whether the fog ninjan who was following him would still chase after him? Shuinaiku secretly looked at Zaibuzhan who was walking in front of him, and his not-so-broad shoulders steadily carried the beheading sword on his back. For some reason, the irritability in his heart calmed down. Relying on the strong may be the destination of the weak, right?

"Gee." How could the ghost man who defeated three numb swords be chased by the fog ninja assassination troops like himself, who was "chasing five people"? Thinking of this, Mizunaki couldn't help laughing. The crisp sound of "Geeee" was particularly clear in the snow. She was not good at demonstration. Even if she experienced a lot of pain and betrayal, she could not change her former personality. The girl was always so "persistent" at the age of her. She abandoned everything when she was sad, and forgot about the things that made her cry when she was happy.

Hearing the gentle laughter behind him, Zaibuzhan couldn't help but stop. Shuinakui, who was still laughing, hit Zaibuzhan's back and made a "punch". Zaibuzhan turned around and looked at Shuinakui, whose nose was a little red, gently shook his head and continued walking forward. Shuinakui secretly glanced at Zaibuzhan and was not angry. He touched his slightly red nose and quickly followed Zaibuzhan's footsteps.

The white snow was still floating gently, but the return ghost was covered with a slender figure. Unlike the small figure who was always loved, perhaps the love was a bit distorted, and how would this figure that could share a trace of the ghost shadow integrate into the bloody darkness...
Chapter completed!