The cold crystal clear slowly gracefully in the air, reaching out to catch it, but it melted between my fingers before I could see clearly.

If you don't cut your head, you will look up gently. Snowflakes are floating in the air, so free that they are not even clear in their direction. If you tilt your head and hold it away, Kazuo still looks half dead. Although Kazuo has good qualifications, it is just good. There is never a lack of genius in the ninja world, but very few survive. Although Kazuo has endured the curse of the Heavenly Curse Seal, it is not as perfect as imagined. It is far from shrinking freely like Sasuke, and it is often unable to control the curse seal. Too many bursts of curse seals will damage life.[]

While rushing silently, Mingtou paid attention to his younger brother. The indifference he developed from long-term killing concealed his worries in perfection.

Aibu Slash captured the fluctuations hidden in the heart of the dark head. After all, I was watching the grown-up child. I couldn't help but hesitate in my heart. I could also help the karma to control the curse seal. It may limit the growth space of the karma. Moreover, every time I consume a little "turbid" power, every time I control the resentment of the undead, the distance between myself and the cold throne is getting closer and closer...

Zabuzhan shook his head and looked at Neji who had integrated his body and mind into the snow. His gossip was perfectly enough that he could not break through his defense even if he used his power alone.

He shook his head gently and threw away the upset in his mind, silently turning his eyes to the white side. The gray coat wrapped the girl tightly, and his fair face did not turn red slightly because of the cold. Haha, the blood-resistance limit of Shui Wuyue's family is not as simple as blood-resistance elimination. Although blood-resistance elimination can be said to be an existence that surpasses the blood-resistance limit, without the inheritance and research of several generations, the foundation is really too shallow...

Zabuzhan turned his eyes to Naikui, who was following the team at the end, and then turned his eyes away. How could he not understand the general emotions? It was just that he had no feelings to keep or could give him happiness...

The dancing snow covered the black hair, and the mixed snow color did not feel quiet, but the slightly cold sadness and bitterness were on the lips, and even if you smiled, you couldn't wipe it off.

I turned around silently and walked away. The shallow footprints left behind were once again filled with fresh snow. The elongated ghost shadow was as thin as a little dim...

The so-called "love" disappeared with the passing of one person at first. It was not that it could not fill the heart, but that the things that had been carried out were lost. Even if they were like it, the lost things could never be found again...

The "family affection" that I once longed for gave the little girl who always smiled, her name seemed to be Tanzi...

The only remaining "like" is what I picked up my girl and gave it to me...

Zabuzhan held Bai Weiwei to the side, probably because he noticed Zabuzhan's gaze. The girl gently outlined a light smile, Ruxue's face was as simple as the first encounter. Zabuzhan couldn't help but smile slightly, but the bound bandage blocked his face, allowing the unfashionable smile to quietly buried it.

The smoke from the cooking stove ignited in the distant horizon. The mixed snow color was not clear, but the slightly turbid gray could not escape the ninja's eyes. After Wushou, he reached out and rubbed his eyebrows gently. The plain voice sounded empty: "Just settle in this village..."

Mingtou Yetou and Neji either obediently or habitually "hit", leaving only two girls behind, leaving behind a beautiful figure of calmness or sorrow in the team...

The figures of the six people stepped into the small village without any turmoil. Several young children were playing at the entrance of the village without worries, watching the group of people walking into the village, curiosity in their innocent eyes.

Zabuzhan looked at Bai Qian with a smile and answered the little ghost who was entangled with him, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air. He was unwilling to be mediocre in his previous life, and was disdainful to be ordinary in this life. For the first time, I was so eager. Maybe I would settle down with Bai here, then give birth to a boy, and slowly spend this life...

Haha, I shook my head again and couldn't help but hold my left hand tightly. When did my fingernails pierce into my palm, the pain made the reality clearer. I looked up slightly at the sky where the snowflakes slowly fell, but I didn't have time.

There is no so-called hotel in the small village. If you don’t kill me, I can only visit the village elders. It’s probably the simple snow. The village elders didn’t ask anything more, but just asked the neighbors to settle the newly arrived ones.

The big and small Gui and Neji lived in the old village home, and Mizunaki moved into a widow, while Zabuzen and Bai lived in the home of an old lady named He as a couple.

The village elder Songye enthusiastically pulled Zaibushen and strung the gate of this small village with only a few hundred people. The night fell gently, Zaibushen gently drank the porridge made by the old man. The smell of the farmer made Zaibushen frown slightly. The old man pulled Bai to help him pack things on the table, and asked, "How is it, my porridge is not bad, haha, my son likes to drink the porridge I made when he was there..."

When people get old, they like to talk more. Bai Shan takes the words in understanding and follow the old man's words, making his ears that are not cut off a little more leisurely.

After dinner, the old man chatted for a while and was very sleepy, Bai was helped into the room by Bai Buzhan. Zai Buzhan cleaned up the tableware in the village. The old man's eyes at his son and daughter-in-law made Zai Buzhan slightly uncomfortable. It was not uncomfortable, but he just felt indescribable.

Bai walked closer to Zai Buzhan, took the plate in Zai Buzhan's hand, and while washing, he said softly: "Grandma He is already asleep..."

After packing up the simple tableware, washing it lightly without cutting it, he hugged Bai and walked into the room of Grandma He's son and daughter-in-law. An 80% new oil lamp was carefully placed by the old man on the head of the bed, and the light was about a little brighter than the living room.

Zaibuzhan gently hugged Bai in his thin pajamas, and stroked Bai Xiaoxue Peak restlessly. Bai's face turned red and gently pushed the hand that he could not resist the stubbornness of Zaibuzhan.

With the tacit approval, he became more and more arrogant. He pulled Bai Qingshu's gentle kimono, leaned over and kissed the thin pink lips, rubbed his delicate body under him, and merged into the flower field slightly impatiently. Perhaps because of the blood of Shui Wuyue, there was a slight refreshing coolness in the warmth and softness. The gentleness he suppressed was bound by the wildness. Bai couldn't help but open his pink lips slightly, and exhaled softly and suppressed moans. The wild request, quietly tolerant, and the flowers and snow all night, the charm of pink appeared...

The slightly fumigated breath was mixed with a faint fragrance in the room. If you don’t cut it, you will look slightly scattered in your arms. The long hair scattered slightly between your forehead, the flushed cheeks could not be concealed by the sleepiness. The gentle breathing sound was so warm in your ears...

Looking at the face of the girl in front of me, the young face still had some traces left when I was a child. I could no longer cut out my left hand that was not suppressed and gently wiped the sweat from the tip of my nose, silently chaoticing my thoughts. Maybe I was too nostalgic for this kind of life and couldn't help but feel like I wanted a child, but the white in my arms was just a child...

Zai Buzhan wanted to shake off the upset in his mind, and his eyes touched the girl's sleeping face, suppressing this impulse.

The sky was lightly bright, and the blue that was still in the night had just faded away. The sound of Grandma Crane cooking outside the house had already sounded. The old man felt that it was too young. It was only a little over five:30 now. He didn't sleep all night and thought silently.

He probably heard the sound outside the house. Bai, who had been sleeping for less than two hours, woke up slowly. There was still a slight sense of tempting fatigue in his confused eyebrows. Zaibuzhen gently kissed Bai's eyes and said softly: "Don't you sleep for a while, Bai?"

Bai blinked his slightly wet eyes, and said "um" lazyly, and asked, "I'll go and help Grandma He?"

Zaibuzhan gently pulled out his arm that was pressed under Bai's little head, reached out and touched Bai's forehead, and said softly: "I'll go, you can sleep for a while..."

Zaibuzhen dressed neatly and stepped out of the room, the grandmother He in the kitchen had already started to work. Zaibuzhen pretended to be pure and asked, "Mother-in-law, what can I do?"

Grandma He turned around and looked at the one who had already gotten up and said, "Oh?" and said, "It's so early, Taodi, I don't spend much time with Bai. What's the things in the kitchen? Why are you a man busy with? Go and sleep..."

If he didn't cut, he would hook his nose a little embarrassedly. He looked at the kitchen that was not much firewood and said, "Mother-in-law, that, I'm not going to see that there is not much firewood. I'll chop some."

Grandma He said "ah" and said, "Just be your own home. If you want to do something, do something. The axe is in the west room, and the firewood sent by Dazhong next to the room is in the yard. Dazhong always comes to chop firewood for me, the old woman, at night. Oh, it's always like this..."

"Oh~~!"

After slashing, he walked out of the house and took out the axe from the west room. Perhaps because he had been put on hold for a long time, he was slightly rusty, and the chakra was scattered on his fingertips. The torn wind gently wiped the axe surface, rubbing out some dazzling fireworks, which were particularly clear in the snow marks. He gently stroked the axe surface, and it seemed that he hadn't chopped the firewood for a long time...

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