Some people say the colors of the sunset are bright, some say they are desolate, and the broken clouds are stained with blood red and wander around the sun.

Just like a bloodthirsty mosquito, drinking the round blood of the sun, dyeing itself beautifully, but turning it into a beautiful mosquito, forgetting that he shares other people's beauty and sucking other people's blood.

Different people look at the really beautiful sunset, and use different feelings...

Bai Momo raised his head and looked at the sun that was close to the ground. As the evening approached, he had lost all day long of the heat and ostentatiousness. It was no longer the dazzling light of noon, making people unable to look directly at his face.

Bai slowly walked under a tree and leaned down silently. His not-bright clothes were shining with spots in the afterglow of the sun.

The sunlight shines through the slightly green leaves, and the spots of light reflected surround the girl under the tree. The breeze gradually sways, and the leaves without autumn sound a "rattle" music under the wind. It is not beautiful, but it has a simple smell.

The light spots occasionally crossed the girl's face. The red sunset secretly depicted a layer of light rouge for the girl under the tree. A hint of redness slightly floated on her fair face. I don't know if it was the temperature rise of the residual tropics of the sunset or the halo that refused to dissipate.

The sun that was about to set seemed to be the original person who would not kill him, warm, curled up in his arms, feeling a sense of peace of mind.

I don’t know when I won’t kill you anymore, but I don’t dare to hug myself tightly. The tall figure is still warm, but a few rays of light luster floated, but Bai couldn’t see clearly...

The frozen bridge deeply imprinted in my heart floated in front of me, and the tall figure still had a bit of youthfulness that had not yet faded. Unlike now, it is difficult to find a trace of youthfulness in the adults who are no longer young.

The slightly narrowed pale yellow eyes stared at me, feeling a kind of contempt, but not that disgust. For some reason, I felt so happy at that time...

"Little kid, a guy like you who is not needed may die here tomorrow..."

The pale yellow pupils flashed with inexplicable colors, as if they were staggering away from the "home" full of ice thorns...

Confused, confused, at a loss, as if the insignificant words can determine what they say. Looking at those eyes, I didn't know why I laughed, I didn't smile for a long time...

"Boy, can you still laugh like this?"

I don’t know why I laughed, but I’m so happy for some reason...

"Big brother's eyes are the same as mine..." I may not know why I said such words.

A trace of fear, a trace of tension, and a long-term fear deeply surrounded myself, the disgust of passers-by, the scolding of the shop owner, and the barking of the wild dog, the scenes reflected on the left chest. Somehow, there was a feeling of pain.

The head wrapped in bandages and forehead protection can only see the color of the eyes, "Follow me, little devil..."

So happy, really, really happy...

Just like my mother bought a headdress from the peddler who came to her village, just like my father knitted a beautiful grass cricket for himself with a smile...

The pale yellow pupils stared at me, and the powerful eyes revealed indescribable weakness or fear...

It seemed as if I heard the words in those eyes, "Can I give everything for me?"

Everything? I have nothing but myself. I just want to wear it next to him like a big knife. I can't remember how many days I haven't eaten. I just simply wanted to get close to the warm figure. The not-rough hand touched my knotted hair without hesitation...

I didn't have a trace of disgust, and I really wanted to feel happy. If I didn't kill the adults, I would carry myself, just like my father who used to work and go home...

The father's last tears, twisted and bloody face flashed through his heart. Bai was shocked suddenly, woke up, and shook his head silently...

Bai hugged his arms and shrank into the trees behind him. His tender face slightly converged into the gap set by his arms, as if he could not face anything if he hid in his slender arms. His clear eyes slightly raised a trace of sorrow that should not belong to her.

The wind slid across the girl's ears, blew up the white-combed temples, and the black hair swept the eyes in front of her.

A simple gaze silently stared between his small feet.

The brown ninja boots have slightly faded from their former color at some point. Maybe they have cleaned them too many times?

Bai stretched out a slender hand and gently restrained the dispersed black hair. The girl's instinct made her thoughts gradually drift away, and finally fell back to the person she was attached to.

When his thoughts touched the figure that was not very handsome again, Bai couldn't help but exclaim: "Ah-", Bai jumped up and looked up at the figure of the sun that had already fallen into the ground. A hint of redness flashed on his tender face, which had not yet faded.

Bai hasn't been back for so long, so if you don't kill Master, you won't be anxious, you'll still...

Bai didn't dare to think too much, and a few slight traces of light floated on the eyes without any impurities.

Although it was not the first time to carry out a mission, there was always that figure accompanying him, at least watching his battle beside him. The silence of the figures around him made Bai Weiwei feel lost and happy. The anxious girl glanced around in a panic and stomped her feet slightly, revealing a slight growth of girl posture.

Bai put away a few kunai that had splashed around him, and turned around to quickly return to where he should go.

"Bai..." A familiar voice sounded in his ears. Bai couldn't help but turn his head to look at it. The black figure had been standing under the tree for a long time. Even the shadow of the beheaded sword meandered crookedly along the remaining light of the setting sun.

"If you don't kill the Lord..."

Bai Weiwei stopped in place, and after confirming for a moment, she shouted happily and ran towards Zabuzhan quickly. Ningchi's feet quickly transformed into lightness.

Zaibuzhan wanted to say something just now, but Bai jumped up two or three meters before Zaibuzhan, tightly clamped Zaibuzhan's neck with his arms, and his delicate face was buried in the bandaged neck. He no longer spoke, but the strength of his arms continued to tighten, making Zaibuzhan's slight difficulty in breathing.

Zabuzhan was stunned, his arms slightly opened were a little hesitant, and hesitated in the end, and he could not resist the longing in his heart. He silently surrounded the girl hanging on him like a koala bear.

Feeling the whiteness surrounding his arms, his weak little head couldn't help but rub his neck gently while not cutting off his neck, just like a little beast's bond to his mother.

The white and thin body hung in front of him, a trace of warmth coming from his chest, and the faint softness made the face under the bandage slightly warm.

No longer killing, he silently adjusted the strength of his arms, allowing Bai to stay in his arms steadily, and prevent her from feeling the pain caused by excessive strength. He slightly closed the pair of light yellow ghost eyes, and gently buried his head between the white black hairs, the slightly sweet fragrance of the girl came to her nose, and the closed ghost eyes were covered with a hint of gloom...

I already know my heart. Maybe, no, I really fell in love with the girl in front of me. There is a legend that people's love is only once, and it cannot be found after being given to others. Only an empty heart is left, waiting for other people's love to fill it.

Maybe I am a selfish person, constantly asking for other people's love and trying to make up for my incomplete heart, but for some reason, I stared at the girl who was throwing into my arms and couldn't continue like this.

My delay, whiteness is not yet mature, and I have always stood on the verge of playing with fire. After kissing, I know her sweetness, but I forgot the poison buried for me under the warmth. When will I be intoxicated by this poison, I may burn it all in the flames with the girl in front of me?

Zabuzhan's blurred vision was covered by the faint fragrance of the black hair on his head. He sniffed the faint fragrance, Zabuzhan murmured to himself: "What is I white, father? Brother? Or maybe her Zabuzhan's tight-knit..."

I really want to hang the surname of Taodi before your name, but it is just a child? It is enough to just enjoy this attachment. When the flames are burning, perhaps the remaining heart will disappear. The ghost man without a heart is the real ghost.

Zai Buzhan hugged Bai and took a step back, leaned against the giant tree behind him, sat down silently, reached out and gently stroked Bai Weiwei's slightly raised hair, and his eyes turned to the sunset that was sank into the horizon in the distance. The remaining blood red could not smell any blood. Perhaps it was because his nose was filled with the hopeful fragrance...

Wherever ninjas with names are placed, they are scary killing tools, Konoha white teeth, golden flashes, fog ninja monsters, blue beasts, copy ninjas, blood ghosts, and what are the titles that make the ninja world tremble slowly?

How much combat power does Kakashi, who fought against the ghost man in the original work, have?

Haha, after copying thousands of ninjas, it implies that thousands of ninjas disappear under that face. I wonder what awakened the silent heart, the sunny boy, the dead Uchiha comrade-in-arms, or the Lin who is attached to him?

And how many ghosts are left who have been wandering for many years? The ghosts who escaped with young girls under the pursuit of the assassination of Mizukage can only clumsyly dance the beheading sword? Or are they those good ninjutsu?

Aibu Wuzhao sarcastically cracked the corner of his mouth under the bandage, silently lowered his head, focused on stroking the girl's hair in his arms, waiting for the last ray of light to converge...

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