The vicissitudes of life are choking between the green, and the slightly cold wind blows through, just like an uncertain heart, slowly covering it lightly, but cannot block the coldness that penetrates the chest.

The branches and leaves sway slightly, and the "rustling" continued, continuing in this warm world of breeze. I don't know how long it lasts...

The wind and sand stroked into the corners of his eyes, bringing up a wisp of dryness. The girl under the tree couldn't help but reach out to wipe it. A wisp of tears slid down with the wiped sand particles, and she could not tell what could not be dissolved into tears.

Bai looked at the bracelet exposed on his wrist, and the cheap jade beads reflected in the sunlight through the light spots between the trees. Memories couldn't help but be pulled in the breeze...

"Don't worry, tomorrow you will take this bracelet to receive treatment from Tsunade. It is a very important thing for me..."

Warm words, although there is no smile under the bandage, have a faint warmth and truth...

Bai couldn't help but stretch out his hands, trying to find the touch of pain, but the place where he was pierced was only slightly warm, and he could no longer find the pain of pain. The pain of the past was just like the smile on the face of an adult, and he could no longer find the truth of his own...

The blood that I smelled in a trance, I couldn't help but think of the days in the Snow Country, the nostalgic figure that often disappeared at that time. Every time I returned to myself, I felt a faint decline, fatigue, and blood that I couldn't caress no matter how I wiped it. The heart-wrenching feeling was like a scab hidden under a bandage...

The hair on the bracelet has long lost its initial softness, just like jade beads decorated with pendants, and beads squeezed by residual materials are not as round as imagined. It is just as cherished as I first met, and it has not changed, even if it has been stained with the uncomfortable accumulation.

The white bent fingers flicked the pearls and jade on the bracelet, and a crisp sound of "Ding---" sounded between the pink nails and the emerald green jade.

He buried his head in his knees and raised his head, turned his head slightly, looking at the bracelet on his white and pink wrist, the slightly faded red rope, and the hair of Yuzhu, and he held back and said, "It's very beautiful..."

Bai smiled gently, and his beautiful face made Jun unable to help but turn his eyes to the bracelet's gaze to Bai's smiling face.

Bai Qingqing said: "This is something that is very important to me."

Jun was slightly stunned. After all, as a ninja, he had nothing to care about except Orochimaru.

Bai stared at the bracelet on his wrist and said softly: "This is something that was once very important to not kill the adults..." Liu Lian's words became lighter and lighter, until the end, he murmured in a low voice and couldn't even hear clearly.

Junmaru turned his head slightly, listening to Bai's words, but his thoughts couldn't help but float away. "Sir, is it a very important thing?" He couldn't help but murmur, revealing a trace of Jun's color that he didn't know how to describe, and then was buried by the heat stretched out from his eyes.

Junmaru slightly pulled away his already loose clothes, and gently pressed it to his chest. The curse seal slightly extended, and the crack-like curse seal showed a slight warmth. Is it an important thing? The curse seal is an important thing for Lord Orochimaru?

The amber eyes in confusion gradually faded away their initial fanaticism and calmly came into the boy's mind. No, I am the important thing about Orochimaru.

As a perfect container, blending with Orochimaru, becoming a part of Orochimaru, and always following Orochimaru until I explore the truth of this world. This is my mission to exist! Just like the withered flowers flying in the sky...

The coldness of the soul gradually drowns over the fanaticism in Jun's heart, and the cold ser, as usual, stays on the cold face.

A trace of vigilant coldness came from behind, and Bai couldn't help but turn his head and look...

The broad kimono, pale skin, and the long black hair draped to the shoulders swung in the wind, revealing the purple magma between the ears. The sound of "ding, ding" was colliding in the breeze, and the snake-like pupils swept across, making Bai, who was leaning against the back of the tree, feel a sense of depression that it is difficult to stand up. Unconsciously, a fine cold sweat floated on his neck.

"Haha..." The cold and hoarse laughter was filled with strange bewitching, like a snake seducing Adam and Eve in the Yili Garden: "Jun, it seems that your communication with Bai is pretty good..."

Kumaro nodded, stood up, and returned to Orochimaru. His respect and faith for Orochimaru had been engraved into the hard bones of the Kaguya clan, without the hypocrisy of smiling and flattering pretentiousness.

Orochimaru glanced at Bai, who was still shocked by his aura, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his strange eyes.

Snakes are a strange animal. They obviously don’t like coldness, but they like to stay in a cool place. Just like Leng Jun walking slowly to the distance. Although they cannot be used as their own container, they also fantasize about being more "enemy" and "stronger" that do not resist their bottom line...

Shirami looked at the Kumaro who slowly followed Orochimaru and left without a trace of words. Perhaps he didn't know how to speak, or perhaps the other party who also had the last freedom given by God did not need to say anything more...

The autumn colors are gradually buried deeper, and the withered yellowing floods the former green. Occasionally, a few fallen leaves slide down from the treetops, spinning in the air, moving the last dance steps in their lives...

Beauty flows by your fingertips, but when you want to pursue it, you forget what you lost...

If you don’t cut off, lean on the beheading knife, sit under the tree, letting the fallen leaves scatter on your shoulders, your fingers twist the meridians and the dry leaves are dyed with faint green. You can’t help but whisper softly. If you want to speak intact, you can only freeze in your throat...

The weakness in his eyes was buried in the ruthless white moment when the girl looked back. Only the smile on her cheeks was a little weird, just like a twisted heart, heartache and forgotten, the only numbness left could not help but smile, and the mask of divinity was hypocritical.

The wind slid across the cheeks, and the mixed wind and sand made people feel a little painful. However, the skin strengthened by countless ghosts could not accept this touch, even a trace of human emotions could not be produced. A familiar feeling came from the distance of the sky, and I raised my head slightly and wiped the slightly dry corners of my eyes lazily.

The sun-covered picture, the only remaining shadow depicts the bird's figure, the "flapping" wings are getting closer and closer, and I can no longer cut my left arm, and the white bird slowly lands on my arm...

The snow-like crow wiped the white bird's beak a few times on Aibushou's arms, and the pale and slightly empty eyes turned gently, making a few "quack" crows in an impatient way.

The slightly slight wind was screaming when the left arm was not cut off, and the bandages wrapped around the palm fell down, just like the dead leaves that were twisted and spread out after being cut off.

The tree's yellow healthy skin cracked a pale crack, gradually extending, but there was no flesh and blood under the skin. The white crow roared a few times and rushed into the white world. He squinted his eyes slightly and read the information brought by the white crow.

A trace of information was read, and the strange smile was carved deeper when he couldn't cut his cheeks. The white marks gradually stopped when he couldn't cut his palms. He called out softly: "Bai... help me bring the bandage..."

Bai, who was throwing thousands of books, was stunned and looked at the Biaoshou behind him. Although his yellow pupils still had no feelings, his evil smile was still sweet. It was just that the wisp of yellow covered in paleness and was captured by the careful girl. It was just that flash of time, and after that moment, the despair of reality returned to the paleness of reality...

The bandages wrapped around the familiar cheeks, but the hidden gaze that once belonged only to me was missing. The fingertips touched the once soft cheeks. For some reason, a trace of indescribable coldness came from the warm body. The coldness pierced straight into the heart. The girl with a smiling face that never changed, the tears in her chest, perhaps she had never stopped after taking that step from the most important person...

The warmth that fingers occasionally touched came from the cheek was not pretending to be unable to feel it, but it was really known, but I never felt anything real.

Reason tells himself that he is heartbroken, but he, who is sitting on this divine position, has erupted the roar of the dead and can't detect anything. Maybe this is what I said, is it that jumps out of the five elements?

Haha, mortals are attached to the power of immortals, demons, monsters and ghosts in mythology, but how do they know that they are only attached to the remaining feelings...

The bandages are wrapped for a long and short time. Whether they cherish them or not, whether they are heartache or not, they are gone. The sun in the sky has turned slightly red...

At some point, the beheading sword had already carried the tense shoulders of muscles again. He looked back and glanced at his subordinates, and carried the simple package behind several people. Aibuzhan said lightly: "Target: Wave Country..."

A trace of inexplicable color appeared in the pale yellow pupils, but they turned around in an instant, extinguishing the emotion. Even the girl who had been staring at her did not reach the reality she wanted to pick up...

The crushing wheel of destiny turned again, and the arc that wanted to jump out reached the origin at some point, but the initial love could no longer be found. Perhaps the pain of the heart being completely suppressed can only be experienced by knocking on the empty cup of Demon Respect Tower?

The song of the stream wind hides love that cannot be stopped...

The steps have already taken off, and finally broke free from the false emotions, which were swallowed by the paleness of the soul again. The five people's steps left and stayed slowly for half the autumn snake nest, spreading towards the place where they might have arrived or should not have gone...
Chapter completed!