The endless golden sand renders the sky a bit dazzling, but the scorching temperature is not as gentle as that of the beauty. In a low and concave dune, the two leaders of the ninja village meet in this slight shade...

What you can get at the negotiating table is better than the conspiracy that bears certain consequences. After all, no matter what you seek, interests are the most important, but Feng Heyin's interests are not so deep...

The fourth generation Fengying pulled the face towel on her face that covered the wind and sand, and shed the majestic words of the superiors from the face towel: "Orochimaru, although Yinin has undertaken a large part of the task, after all, the main attacker is still the Shainin, and the benefits you give are still not enough..."

Orochimaru pressed the hat that blocked the wind and sand, and a hoarse voice came out in a low voice: "Onin can give up half of the mission at most, which is already the limit..."

Fengying narrowed her eyes and said lightly: "Since Yinuin's sincerity is not enough, I don't think we need to continue talking."

A cold light flashed in Orochimaru's snake's eyes, and he slightly raised his little finger that hung down his left hand...

"Hu——————” The decapitation sword swirled out from the guard beside Orochimaru.

The fourth generation Fengying continued to move forward without moving, and the two shadow guards who followed him pulled out ninja swords to block the beheading swords flying towards him.

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Fengying pulled his left hand and a sand wall stood up between the decapitation sword and himself. The decapitation sword slashed into the sand wall and splashed sparks, as if it was not sand, but steel that hit it.

Fengying turned around, and his strong momentum pressed against Orochimaru who was standing there, and said angrily: "Can you keep me, Orochimaru?"

Orochimaru smiled faintly and looked behind Fengying. A hoarse voice slowly came out: "I am the one who left you, the 'Feng Jiang' of the Sandnin..."

A samurai sword followed Orochimaru's gaze and slashed at Fengying's head. "Chi" the head rolled to the ground. Fengying's figure turned into golden sand and scattered. The remaining two shadow guards jumped away and opened a distance from the two guards Orochimaru's.

Fengying's figure slowly floated out of the desert and appeared in front of the two shadow guards. Straws of golden sand were lifted up in the air, vaguely protecting the three of them in the circle.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, made seals with his hands, and shouted: "Wind Escape·Breakthrough!!!!!!!"

The violent wind hangs from Orochimaru's mouth and sweeps wildly towards Fengying's protective circle.

Feng Ying smiled slightly, pressed her hands to the ground, and the thick sand wall appeared in front of the three of them in an instant. "Chi——" A wisp of ice came from the back of her waist, and a familiar blood splashed out in her ears. She barely turned her head, and a strange purple blade was reflected in her eyes. The familiar Shadow Guard, a face without a trace of expression, slowly stole it from her eyes. A tall and thin figure appeared in the shadow, slowly removing the purple demon blade still held in the Shadow Guard's hand.

The coldness, the coldness that penetrated the soul, everything in my eyes was slightly frozen, and the scream of "Four Generations!!!" came from my ears, and the crisp sound of shattering the skull pressed the scream into my throat. The chakra in my body barely resisted it, not keeping my last sight tightly, even the chakra was constantly frozen...

The black curtain was pulled up, "Puff~~~" the sound of the body slamming on the sand might be the last memory...

"Pa, Pa, Pa..." The applause was slowly and slowly from Orochimaru, and the slightly hoarse praise sounded in the bloody wind and sand: "Haha, it's not a loss for a ghost man, I'm not consuming more chakra than me..."

He twisted his neck any longer, letting the cervical spine make a crisp sound, inserted the decapitation knife into the sand, wiped off the stinky odor stained by the head, and cold words came from under the bandage: "He just believed in his perception too much. You noticed it when the heat of the shadow guard gradually dissipated?"

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes slightly and said "Oh". He and Feng Yingxu and the snake were not paying much attention to the shadow guards. Moreover, in the hot desert, the guy who died for too short could not tell whether he survived even if the snake that captured his prey by the heat was catching. The shadow guard whose face was blocked by a scarf made it even more difficult to find something strange. I have to say that the assassination technique of this guy in front of me was a bit scary...

Orochimaru walked to Fengying, leaned down, slowly formed seals with his hands, and said lightly: "The art of writing about beauty..."

The fresh skin was recorded in the whole picture, and he was pressed against Orochimaru's face with a faint blood. His snake-like pupils turned slightly, and his normal pupils were replaced by Fengying's cheeks. Orochimaru picked up the robe and hat that he could only carry on "shadow", slowly brought it on, pulled out a scroll from his sleeve, throwing it to Aibubuzi. A hoarse voice came from under the veil with a faint excitement: "If you don't kill me, do you want to watch a good drama with me?"

After slashing the scroll, he stuffed it into his arms. A strange smile appeared on the bandage, and the cold words slowly came out: "Honor is so great..."

The wind and sand gradually surged, burying the blood. The hot sunlight absorbed the water sprinkled. Only a few strands of brown red were buried by the sweeping wind and sand...

Unlike the cruel training in the dark of Yinin, the training on the surface of Yinin Village is full and full of energy. If you don’t cut off the roof of the Audio and Video House, you will watch the ninjas who are training their own in the training ground in the Yinin training ground and say lightly: “Shira, I want to see the scene…”

"Hmm?" Bai Weiwei, who was standing behind Aibu Shou, was stunned and looked at the figure in front of him in confusion.

Zai Buzhen stood up, turned around and gently stroked his white side face, smiled faintly, and said softly: "Haha, the name of this scene is 'Koye Collapse'..."

Bai Wei looked up, looked at the light yellow eyes that were staring at him, thought a little, and asked softly: "Will you join me if you don't kill me?"

Aibuzhan's eyes passed through his smooth hair, looking at the sun wrapped in clouds in the sky, and returned uncertainly: "Maybe..."

Zabuzhen came back to his senses, looked at Bai Chunjing's eyes gently, and asked softly: "Do you want to go, Bai?"

A ray of light flashed in Bai Chunhei's eyes, he raised his head slightly, and said softly: "Will Bai cause trouble for Lord Wushou?"

Zaibuzhan smiled slightly, reached out and stroked the girl's tender earlobe in front of her, and replied: "There is no trouble or trouble, maybe you will learn something..."

Bai couldn't help but lower his head slightly. The touch from the earlobe caused a hint of heat, and a faint blush floated onto his fair cheeks. Zabuzhan slowly walked behind Bai's back, hugged the girl gently, and said lightly: "Bai, do you think this plan will be successful?"

Bai Wei closed his eyes and thought, while saying, "If you don't kill me, if you join the war, and the other two of Konoha's three ninjas will not return, the success rate of this plan is still relatively high. After all, this place has the advantage of cutting-edge combat power. Because of its tailed beast, taking care of the villagers will involve part of the combat power. Considering the suddenness of the incident, overall, even if the plan is not successful, Konoha will no longer be the strongest ninja village after the war..."

Bai frowned slightly, and the creamy eyebrows slightly frowned, and a slightly cute flesh fold appeared. After slashing, he gently pressed Bai's brows and said softly: "Well, let's just come here. I already know, Bai..."

I lazily pressed the weight of my whole body on the girl, sniffing the faint sweet smell of the girl's ears, and the heat exhaled made the girl's originally pink cheeks even more rosy. I couldn't help getting close to her...

Even if I lost some of the power that could protect her better, although I did not regret the power of abandonment, I couldn't help but flash in my heart. Perhaps, the initial desire was not protection, but just possession, even if it was blocked, it would have to possess the beauty.

The wind of Yinnin is not as wild as the seaside of the Wave Kingdom. It is a bit subtle and comfortable, just like the lazy one who never kills the present.

I tightened my arms slightly and didn't want to let go. I didn't know too much, but even for the sake of the current tranquility, I would continue to move forward...

The butterfly broke its beautiful tail and flapped its wings that had fallen from countless scales, flew towards the illusory candlelight, tearing off the remaining limbs, and slapped off the former beautiful scales, but the cocoon in the arms was unwilling to let go. Even if it was in that bright place, the cocoon, without you, what kind of butterfly left...

Time flies quickly in the short warmth, and it is not lingering. A ray of darkness has covered the horizon. Even though the wind of Yinren is gentle, the coldness of the darkness dispels the two people embracing each other without mercy.

Zabuzhan gently picked up the girl who had been bearing his weight and rushed towards the hotel. His faint words slid across the girl's ears with the tenderness that belonged only to the two: "It's time to go back, it's white..."

The hurried steps made Zai Buzhan not pay attention to the expression of the girl in his arms, and his faint smile was just like the delicate face he had seen before. I missed it. People always missed it. Perhaps, when they no longer had it, they realized that they had missed too much, too much...
Chapter completed!