The mist that had lost its head and sprayed out of the wind gradually attracted it, and strands of invading the clear space without any urgency. The light blue chakra line continued to dance, filling the entire Liuxu Bannuo's fat body. The red blood scattered down, covering the once black blood with a fresh layer of bright red.

The black ghost shadow was projected on the marble floor, and the cracked mouth was filled with a smile or crying laughter, and the empty ghost eyes could not see any meaning.

The scorpion's low and tender voice slowly exhaled: "People are always inexplicably greedy, obsessed with what they have lost, and gave up too much for the past obsession, power, power, beauty, and even this eternity, but when they get it, they recall the lost things..."

No longer cut, I narrowed my eyes, haha, the peak of my desire, the eternal life that Orochimaru longed for, and the art that scorpion longed for, have all lost their original color.

Scorpion slowly crossed his hands and continued, "No matter what it is, this time it's over..."

The slender hands were slowly straightened, and the light blue chakra thread squeezed into the body that was ubiquitous and fat, cutting the fat on the surface.

"Chila---" The flesh and blood splashed, the red flowers bloomed, and two beautiful puppets appeared from the broken body. The unique sand robe of the sand ninja hangs on the ground, and the green and gray robes were stained with red blood and had a beautiful feeling.

The brown hair, the light red hair covered the heads of the two puppets, and the fair skin was not as stiff as the puppet. "Forbidden Technique? Father and mother..."

The scorpion's slightly trembling words were spit out from the throat of the mechanism that should not have any emotion...

The puppet ran towards Zabuzhan without a pause, and the warm smile on Funuo's real face did not change at all.

The beheading sword slashed towards the almost real body without hesitation. Warm blood splattered out, and the sweet scarlet reddished white bandages. Aibuzhan was slightly stunned. The figures of fathers and mothers passed by Zaibuzhan without a pause...

"Chi――" "Chi――" Two blood stains splattered from the ribs of Ai Bus, and the black unknown venom splattered along the puppet's knife hand and fell on the wound of Ai Bus.

What made the warm blood goofed, but the two puppets rushed in front of him and did not catch any traces of the puppet moving. The puppets of the father and mother appeared next to him in an instant...

The black venom turned into smoke marks and scattered from the wounds that were no longer cut. The black ghost shadow wrapped around the body that was no longer cut. The bleeding scars healed quickly with the naked eye, and the blood shackles formed by the blood flowed out gradually fell off.

Zabuzhan raised his head and looked directly at the scorpion opposite him, asking lightly: "Space Technique?"

A trace of blood slid from the corner of the scorpion's mouth, and calm words spit out from the corner of the scorpion's mouth: "Haha, is it really a ghost? You won..."

The surging chakra thread dried up instantly, the scorpion's head slowly lowered, and the sound of a puppet coming to the ground came from behind without slashing it...

No one looked back at the two falling puppets. The once brown and red hair had become pale at some point, and the delicate skin was dry and cracked, leaking out the rusty puppet parts inside. Using the body to break through the space has already been involved in the edge of time. Even the fourth generation of Naruto and Uchiha Madara had not tried anything.

Aibu Slash threw out two shurikens with wind-attributed chakra, and smashed the two decadent puppets without any obstacles.

If you don’t kill, slowly carry the beheading sword and step by step towards the place where the scorpion stands.

The hands that had been raised had already dropped, and the scorpion watched as he approached without moving, and said sarcastically: "Haha, you are really careful. Although in a sense, my chakra with a permanent core is infinite, but I will lose control over a certain period of time when using chakra exceeding the limit."

Perhaps it was because there was a problem with the scorpion's core, and the scorpion's words came from the body, and the puppet's mouth did not open or close at all.

The amber pupils of scorpion gradually closed, and words came out from the body intermittently: "Haha...the human beings are really complicated...because they can't be touched...that kind of warmth...so... made them with their own flesh and blood...but...self...has lost...the qualification to touch warmth...."

If you don't cut off the yellow pupils, you can't see any emotion in your eyes. The beheading sword is raised high, and the wind is roaring and slashing...

Zabuzhan carried the beheading sword and walked slowly towards the only place where the heart beats in the hall. Looking at the exquisite cat eyes behind the golden chair, Zabuzhan smiled sarcastically, and the beheading sword pierced into the wall without hesitation.

"Chi―――――――――――The blood slid down along the snow-white blade of the beheading sword. After the cat's eyes were not cut, he looked at the eyes hidden in the narrow and dense room, and casually twisted the handle of the beheading sword. The blood splashed out randomly, wetting the cat's eyes polished by the crystal in the secret room...

Looking at the distorted face against the red background, a grin appeared under the blood-stained bandage. The mission was over, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum, hum,...

A week later...

The border of the Kingdom of Thunder...

If he didn't cut off the curtain of the carriage, he jumped down, and followed by the dark head with only one eye leaking out.

Zaibuzhan slightly adjusted the beheading sword on his back and said coldly: "It's time to leave, Mingtou..."

Ming Tou turned his head and looked at the carriage behind him: "But..."

If you don’t cut off your head, you will disappear step by step at the end of the road. Ming Tou lowered his head, followed closely behind the ghost, and disappeared at the end of the road...

The gray curtain of the carriage was pulled open by a delicate hand, the black robe was dotted with floating fire clouds, the tender face was revealed in the darkness, with a hint of color in the sun, the amber eyes could not see a hint of emotion, and the light red hair swayed gently with the breeze.

A chakra line hit the horse pulling the cart. The bad horse let out a low horse, heading towards the fork in front of the road. The sliding curtain once again blocked the pure and flawless face...

If you don’t kill me, walk silently on the road, haha, will you let him go? Maybe you don’t know why? Are you afraid that the “future” that is not left in your memory will disappear? Is it that peaceful and peaceful face? Or the saying that when you get it, you will remember what you lost?

However, the conversation with Scorpion these days has made me feel happy, just like crazy words with my friends when I was drunk in my previous life. Haha, I found that there are not many people in this world who can talk to me. Whether it is what I have passed away in my memory or what I have been with me now, none of them can let me talk. Perhaps, this is why I can't help but analyze the other person's humanity in battle?

The scorpion sitting in the carriage fiddled with two scrolls, and the scene from a few days ago flashed through his mind. Black, deep black, and he could not feel everything outside the world without chakra. Is it dead? Why is his core still beating slowly?

Chakra recovered in strands. Although it was not the first time that he had entered this state, he had no energy at all this time. His eyes opened again, and the sunless tent still made the 'eyes' that had not been connected for a long time.

What caught my eyes was the sleeping resting on the side of the car with a beheading sword, which was leaning against the car. Perhaps it was the sixth sense of long-term accumulation. The eyes suddenly opened and exposed the ghost eyes like dead fish.

No matter how much I walk on the road, I will be immersed in my memories...

"Why don't you kill me?" Scorpion's words remained calm as always...

"People are very complicated, aren't they?" The pale yellow pupils contracted slightly...

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Scorpion shook his head slightly and smiled sarcastically. Didn’t he get rid of the habit of ‘human’? Just as he said: “Human things are very complicated, aren’t they? The wishes you hold are filled with their ambitions, whether they are the past or present, hum, the wishes you have may be distorted, but everyone is still struggling on their own trajectory…”

The slight flicker of the pale yellow pupils, the loss of human nature and the combination of human nature in the pale yellow eyes, gave a strange feeling, just like the moment when the chakra line broke, thinking that the warmth was as fragile as the fallen puppet, shattering...

Haha, is eternal? Time will erase everything, but it will never erase eternity. The meaning of existence is only existence. Eternal beauty is the true meaning of art...

Aibuzhang reached out to caress the broken hair on his forehead. After a few days of hurrying, he didn't pay attention to cleaning or something. He was slightly oily...

I have to admit that Scorpion is above his own both in art, knowledge, and understanding of human nature. Haha, Orochimaru's initial wish seems to be to learn all ninjutsu?

The depth of the forbidden technique, the lack of time, and the disgust of reality gradually distorted his original path. Is the White Phosphate Snake? Maybe it's better than himself?

I gently covered my heart, and the beating was so false that I had long forgotten when I had become a creature in a human cloak. However, for some reason, I really wanted to see the familiar figure earlier.

A holy pure white flashed through Zaibuzhan's mind, and his steps couldn't help but get a little faster. His rapid figure disappeared at the end of the path, only the extended ghost still had a twisted smile, covering the underworld following Zaibuzhan...
Chapter completed!