The light blue dimness still maintains the curtain at the end of the night. The faint refreshment smells into the nose. If it doesn't cut it, it gently lies on the back of the snow that still has a faint pink, gently slings the soft body, opens the yellow eyes, and looks at everything I have. Haha, the initial tenderness can't suppress the violentness in my heart...

After not killing, he didn't move. He slightly moved his head that was pressing against Bai's body, silently looked at the sleeping girl, and his quiet breath filled the newly married wedding house.

Bai Qing turned over and showed a pair of petite pigeons, allowing him to linger without slashing but couldn't bear to disturb the girl who was still sleeping lightly. He held back the desire in his heart and gently covered the exposed snow body with a thin blanket.

"Well~~" A slightly cute voice sounded softly. Zabuzhan knew that Bai had woken up, supported himself, approached Bai's cheeks, and felt the faint breath that was smelling on his face.

Bai's long eyelashes trembled slightly, Zabuzhan smiled slightly, waiting for Bai to open his eyes, his eyes blended, and looking at Zabuzhan's slightly teasing gaze, Bai said "Ah~", and shrank himself into the quilt, blushing at Zabuzhan in front of him.

Zai Buzhan said softly: "Bai, let's take a break today. In a few days, we will travel to the place you want to go. How about it?"

Bai said "um" gently, but still didn't let go of the quilt he held tightly. Absinuozhan smiled slightly, slowly got up, put on the black gold kimono, turned his head and took a light look at Bai, and slowly walked out of the house...

"Squeak~~~" Push open the ancestral hall door that had not been opened for a long time, and dozens or hundreds of rows were displayed on the wide sandalwood altar. The gilded font was suppressed by the mortal dust, and the silence and coldness were dim. The faint dust was brought up by the footsteps, which looked a little dirty.

Aibuzhan raised his head gently, looking at the familiar or unfamiliar tablets. The handwriting falling in the corner could not be forgotten. He sighed faintly and couldn't help but murmur out: "Ying You..."

The face that I once cared about has been blurred by memory, rough, with a stubble that was not carefully repaired, and the eyebrows without eyebrows. It is just the guy who protected his most vulnerable time, has disappeared...

Aibu Slash cleared the messy thoughts in his mind, and finally silently looked at the tablet he had placed on himself, pulled out a slightly old scroll from behind the altar, slowly opened it, and turned to the last trace. The slightly sloppy handwriting was down in the well, and the Taodi·Will no longer cut...

After killing, gently bite your fingertips, slowly write "Taodi·Bai" next to "Free Bian". The traces of blood slowly dry, leaving dark red marks. Haha, although the Taodi clan has declined, the genealogy is still a very precious thing. The traces covered by blood cannot be wiped no matter how they are modified.

Zabuzhen gently put the family tree back to its original place, leaned over to the tablet with the 'Taodi Jingyou', and said lightly: "Father, I am already married, Bai, I will accompany me through the future..."

If you don’t cut your eyes, you will no longer remember the illusory things in your memory. You will turn around and walk away. "Pa~~~", the door of the ancestral hall slowly closed, and the ancestral hall, which was slightly sunny, fell into the cold silence of the past...

"Master Buzhan..." Zaibuzhan looked up slightly and looked at Bai in front of him. The girl in a white kimono and an apron had a silly cuteness. Bai chuckled and said, "It's time to have a meal, sir..."

After rubbing his forehead, he spent a long time in the ancestral hall than he thought. Bai turned around and walked towards the kitchen. Although it was well concealed, his far-fetched steps were just telling his physical discomfort. After rubbing, he touched his nose and kept up with Bai's steps.

I gently drank the rice porridge cooked in white. The faint sweetness made me unable to help but drink a few more sips. Although I don’t like sweets very much, for some reason, the slightly sweetness in the morning made me feel a little appetizing.

On a quiet morning, the faint gaze, the slightly sweet rice porridge, the idle pastoral life made Zabuzhan easily lose. Haha, I couldn't help but immerse myself in it. I just wanted to maintain this kind of life and only immerse myself in a deeper level. Now my strength is still far from...

Looking at Bai who was slowly packing the table, Zaibuzhen couldn't help but say softly: "Bai, after all, I haven't returned to the Fog Ninja Village for a long time. Some things need to be dealt with. Don't force yourself. Haha, take a little more rest..."

Bai smiled gently, and his calm smile made people unable to bear to continue blaming him. Zaibuzhan said softly: "Okay, okay, Bai, what did you mean by me? Well, I'm out..."

Aibuzhan turned around and walked out of the house, waved his hand gently, because he could feel his figure standing there smiling.

It may be an illusion that slowly stepped out of the old Taodi house. The patina on the door nails had diminished a little and was no longer so dim. Jing Teng waited outside the door early, leaning over to the figure who stepped out of the house, shouting: "I won't kill the master again..."

Zabuzhan responded "Yeah" and said lightly: "Since I'm back, isn't it reasonable to not go to see the current Shuiying? Jing Teng..."

Jing Teng explained: "If you don't kill the Lord, after the death of the fourth generation of Mizuki, the Fog Ninja Village has been jointly handled by the elders and various major families. The nominal Five-generation Order has not been selected, and there is only one Mizuki candidate, but it is just a puppet of the elders..."

"Oh? Will the Mizukage, who has always been strong, fall to this level?" Zabuzhen couldn't help asking with a little interest. After all, whether it is the third generation of Mizukage or the fourth generation of Mizukage, their control over the Mizukage Village is absolutely true. Shunchang's demise is what they are.

Zaibuzhan frowned slightly and asked, "How can the Mizuki series continue in the Mizuno Village?"

Jing Teng slowly explained: "The Shuiying Group is composed of the civilian faction and some small and medium-sized families. When there is no Shuiying, they are integrated into the Elders Group and the Civilian faction. As long as Shuiying is selected, they will get out again."

Zaibuzhan nodded. After all, he had been away from the government for a long time, and his grasp of information was far less detailed than that of Jing Teng. Zaibuzhan turned around and asked: "How many people are there in the Seven Ninja Swords of the Mizuno Village?"

Jing Teng hesitated for a moment and whispered: "If you don't kill me, the Seven Ninja Sword of the Mizuno Village has actually died in name only. After you and Lord Kisame defected, Riki Shishuman, Tongcao Ye Bairen, and Miri Shiba fell one after another, but their Ninja Sword has no successor, and has disappeared from everyone's vision. The Ghost Lamp Family has declined in an incredible way. Originally, the new head of the Ghost Lamp, Mizuno, was a genius, but it was just a transitional development of blood transit limits..."

Jing Teng swallowed and continued, "Now the newcomer Nagajuro of the civilian sect is controlled by Nagajuro, and the heir of the Tooth Knife, Kuroho Leiya, also migrated with his family due to the suppression of the ninja village. In a sense, he has defected. But the village did not pay attention to that guy, so in the Tnife Village, there are only two Ninja swords, Yaku and Komuro... "

"Hu..." A slightly suppressed breath slowly spurted out, suppressing a trace of depression in my heart. Although I didn't care about the name of the Seven Ninja Sword, the seven bloody figures that once stood above the millions of Mite Ninjas were now scattered and decadent.

Zaibuzhan asked Jing Teng: "Is that Mizusha Candidate from that family?"

Jing Teng replied: "Sir, the Five Dynasty Mikushima belongs to Meizhao's family. The Meizhao's family is a newly emerging clan. Their escape technique is very strange and has extremely strong lethality. The Five Dynasty Mikushima is the daughter of the current patriarch of the Meizhao's family - Meizhaoming..."

Zai Buzhan heard this name and frowned slightly, asking lightly: "Woman?"

Jing Teng nodded helplessly and explained: "That woman's strength can fully support Mizuhashi's position, but after all, women are more convenient to control, which is in line with the current situation in the Fog Ninja Village."

Zai Buzhen asked with a little interest: "Didn't that woman with shadow-level strength want to control the ninja village?"

Jing Teng smiled lightly and explained: "If a family member is the leader of the family, his destiny cannot be changed by strength..."

"Haha..." Zai Buzhan smiled faintly and said, "Since this is the case, there is nothing wrong with me going to see the Xinshuiying..."

Looking at Zaibuzhan's evil mouth, which was slightly interested, Jing Teng could only smile helplessly...

The bandage hat blocked the face, but the black gold kimono attracted more or less the attention of passers-by. However, the bustling crowds of people care about the gorgeously dressed passers-by.

Walking on this street that I haven't touched for a long time, I can't help but hear the days when I used to catch cats and kill dogs here. I smiled slightly. The days that forced myself to keep getting stronger are gone. I am so lazy that I am now hard to say. Although I know that this situation is wrong, it is like an indulgent prodigal son. Once I enjoy that kind of prosperous life, it will be difficult to return to that kind of ordinary life.

Zabuzhen looked at the prosperity of the streets of Funnin. Although it was incomparable to the prosperity of Konoha, the current Funnin Village is no longer the village where people's livelihoods were withered in memory.

The familiar store, the memories that fall all over the place, and the paths that slowly walk in this memory, inevitably there is a kind of immersive intoxication...
Chapter completed!