"Histy-swish--" The sound of the flames burning the fat under the skin was mixed and clear under the rush of the sea. The scorching fireworks covered the entire bridge deck, bringing the smell of barbecue. The blackened touch buried the blood stains of the past.

"Haha..." The palm pressing the throat protrudingly sounded in the smoke of ashes. The tall muscle-clad body stood high, just like the standing statue of Liberty, or the holy grail held high...

Zabuzhan raised his head slightly, looking at the Acropolis that was raised high by him, his slightly narrowed eyes were filled with gloomy silence, and his fingers slowly converged.

"Uh~Uh..." Mamiya Aichi squeezed out a few hoarse threads from his throat, and the tattoo of the fireworks continued to burn, and his thick fists and kicked and hit the man holding him.

The scorching flames hit Zaibu's body, splashing only a few strands of invisible darkness. "Punch, step, step..." The sound of wooden clogs trampling on the bridge deck sounded on the bridge deck. Magu Acropolis had no heart to listen to anything, and tried to raise his head and struggled to absorb the last ray of oxygen in the air.

A little warmth appeared in the cold eyes, but the tightened palms did not stop at all.

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

Crispy and soft words spit out from the corner of the girl's mouth, and are stained with the temperature of her thin pink lips.

Aibu Biaoyan casually threw the fainted body in his hand to one side of the bridge deck, letting the gravel bury him, and said lightly: "There is no remnant, right?"

The girl nodded slightly and said softly: "Yes, I won't kill my lord..." The slight bitterness climbed up the girl's face. Perhaps, it was just that I heard it wrong. The first memories were vaguely traces of my childhood dreams...

The girl's loss caught, a faint depression rose in hesitation, turned slightly, and turned back the blackened beheading sword behind her. For some reason, her heart suddenly beat so violently, as if she would lose something important if she didn't turn around...

"Uh, ah~?" Feeling the heat on his shoulders, Bai couldn't help but exclaim slightly. "It's time to find our old friend, Bai..."

Aibubang Weiwei hugged the girl's shoulder and said softly. The slightly hazy face still had the coldness that was thousands of miles away from the human being, but the evil smile that had been hanging on the corner of his mouth disappeared at some time, just like the paleness that faded in his eyes.

A slight trembling floated on the girl's shoulders, and the long strength obscured the tears that often dripped from the corners of her eyes. She looked up slightly, and her pale yellow eyes were reflected in her eyes. She was no longer the hidden smile, like the initial indifference, stained with sad pain...

Gently tighten your arms and feel the warmth of snuggling to your chest. The strange familiarity is like a metal needle piercing into your chest and abdomen, causing scorching soreness.

The temperature of the falling yellow eyes may be so cold that even I can't guarantee it, but the girl in her arms has been foolishly absorbing the illusory warmth from the familiar embrace.

If you don't cut it, you lower your head gently, stick it on the warm and soft hair, and smell the familiar hair fragrance. Even the fireworks have not changed the faint cold fragrance.

Aibu Buzhang hugged the delicate body that was no longer so thin at some time, moved gently and walked towards the burned slaughterhouse. There were also "old friends" he had never visited on the wandering boat.

Has the initial snow faded? Just like the current self, tightly wrapped in the night, but can't help but indulge in the subtle happiness around you? Steps down...

With light steps, I hugged it tightly, forgot when the tenderness that had existed, but the snow-like girl in my arms has gradually grown up. I don’t know how long I can have it, maybe I haven’t cherished it for too long...

The lingering fireworks lost the continuation of chakra. After burning the last wisp of fat, it was buried by the remaining blood. The sea breeze blew away the churning smoke of the ashes. The giant ship anchored on the shore lost its passengers and seemed empty.

The moment the smoke came out, they snuggled together to absorb the other party's temperature and the two separated, a girl who existed because of existence, and an existence that continued to survive in order to keep the other party alive...

The luxurious carpet was covered with a gorgeous red paving on the boat, and Kado did not hide his hiding place at all, or there was no so-called "hiding" at all.

Tableware inlaid with golden patterns, slightly cool but still exudes a delicious food that makes people's index fingers scent, and the exquisite mahogany dining table...

Kado gently poured himself a glass of red wine, with the mellow smell and the bright red sweetness hanging on the crystal crystal cup under the slight shaking.

Zaibuzhan signaled that Shuinaki and Bai, who were following behind him, retreated, pulled a chair opposite Kado, and sat down slowly.

Kado picked up the wine bottle, slowly poured the shallow half a cup of wine, gently pushed it in front of Jaebuzhang, took a sip of the red wine in his hand, smiled faintly, turned his head slightly, and looked at the unstable sea surface.

Zabuzhen gently picked up the crystal cup and tasted the wine in the cup. Although he didn't know much about it, the mellow fragrance told the preciousness of this red wine.

"Hu..." Kado let out a light sigh and said lightly: "If you don't kill it again... As a businessman, I deeply understand that you have to pay the corresponding price if you want, just like this sweet wine... Haha, human things are still really dirty, just like me, once you open the door of desire, you can't cover up the desire for huge interests again."

Zaibuzhan Qing took a sip of red wine and said lightly: "The tools of ninja exist to gain benefits from each other. Just like a businessman, the employer will send whatever price he offers. Even if Konoha Village, which is hailed by benevolence and righteousness, will be in chaos without relying on the income of assassination and other things..."

Kado looked carefully and said lightly: "If you hadn't hired you at first, maybe you wouldn't be the one I am now, and there wouldn't be the one I am on the bridge now, right? Haha, people are always like this. The temptation given by Konoha is irresistible to a businessman..."

No words left, I continued to listen to Kado's story.

There are so many wealth, profits, and the slim and short figure also has many unknown stories.

At some point, the bright red in the wine glass had completely dissipated. Kado looked up slightly, looked at the sky, and pursed his lips: "It's been a long time, no, I've never said so much with me, haha..."

Kado took out a check from his chest, slowly placed it on the table, pressed it with an empty wine glass, and said lightly: "I have only this one left. If I don't kill you, I will take a good place there..." Kado slowly let go of his left hand covering his right arm, and a syringe was pierced into the vein at some point.

Kado's slightly turbid pupils dissipated, like the clouds blown away by the sea breeze.

Zabuzhan looked at Kado who was leaning down on the table, and quietly felt the soul that dissipated in the dark float away. Zabuzhan slowly stood up, moved his wine glass, glanced at the huge check, stuffed it into his arms, twisted his neck slightly, and his stiff spine made a "click" sound, exhaling a faint breath, and another guy next to him died, and he didn't feel a trace of loss, but the cooperation he had once imprinted in his memory, although he might not know when it would drift away, and he would no longer remember it.

Aibu Shou raised his glass to drink all the red wine in his glass, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded faintly on the empty boat surface: "The employer died, the task was abandoned, Bai, Shui Naique, go and see the original guys..."

The fog floated up under this bright sky, and the figure that no longer slashed slowly and disappeared into the shallow mist...

It was already late at some point, and the fog that had once floated was submerged in the remaining heavy red of Xiyang. The figure that could not be cut slowly appeared on the bridge deck that had been destroyed and the ground was beyond recognition. Several elongated figures followed the ghost.

The blood-stained silver hair hung down and did not slash Kakashi on his shoulders. Perhaps it was Haki's excellent bloodline that saved his name?

I have to say that the sword technique of the Qimu clan is really better than the things he has made up. If you don’t cut it back, you will look at the group of little ghosts behind you. Perhaps the bloody left on the bridge, perhaps the regret of insufficient power, or perhaps the fatigue after borrowing the power of the Nine-Tails, the three little guys didn’t say much.

The breath of the sea breeze fades away as it gradually fades away, like steps taken, buried under the darkness outside the past sun...

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