Gently stroked the dry and boring blood at the fingertips, the scabbed blood clots were gently crushed, and the bright red fragments fell scattered with the steps.

The crowded crowd gradually became sparse as they approached the entrance of the village. The black windbreaker that blocked the entire face faded away the mystery, but instead became idle and eye-catching. Taki Ninja, who had been ignored, gradually gathered...

Near the village gate, the once prosperous period became deserted. When Zabuzhan slowly pulled out the beheading sword from his shadow, glanced at Taki Nin who was gradually surrounding him, and bent his straight body so that the beheading sword could be swung better.

The dense Taki Nin had already pulled out their respective blades and surrounded the man in black-clad hat.

Zaibuzhan Weilai said with a slight slight look: "The guys who have the protection of the ninja village are like children. After being beaten, they just cried and asked the adults to take revenge. Hum..."

The first move is the best, and then the move is the disaster. The leader Taki Nin did not have time to say a few words in the scene. If he didn't slash, he would arch his body and smash it into the ninja group like a cannonball. The beheading sword brought out a sharp black light. The weak ninja swords broke and flew away under the heavy pressure of the beheading swords, as well as the limbs that were tying the blade.

If you don’t cut your left hand into the ninja bag under the windbreaker, several purple projectiles fell along your fingertips.

"Peng~~~!" After the ground sound was vibrated, purple smoke enveloped the entire ninja group in a few breaths. The dense lineup made the Taki Ninja afraid of accidentally hurting his teammates and did not dare to use any dispersive large-scale ninja techniques.

The purple smoke blocked his vision, far from the clearness of the fog hidden technique, and the slightly pungent smoky smell. Even if a bandage blocks the smoke and dust, it still cannot prevent the unique smell from smoky into the nose. A faint grin appeared under the bandage, and a clear figure appeared in the closed eyes. The beheading sword casually slashed its own arc. The sharp blade easily cuts the throat tubes, allowing the scarlet red to fall down...

The seductive scarlet did not allow Zai Buzhan to stay in lingering with nostalgia. Taking advantage of the chaos, his figure passed through the bleeding land and rushed into the wide waterfall. The powerful water pressure made Zai Buzhan stand unsteadily in an instant, and his bones made a squeaking sound under the huge water pressure...

No one can barely move his body toward the waterfall. Even if he is as strong as his own, he can't bear it. He thinks of those people who exercise under the waterfall in the novel, and can't help but sarcasm. How many seconds can he hold on? Haha, the body of a mortal was shattered at the moment when he was hit by the waterfall in the Thousand-Step Waterfall...

I don’t know how long it took, but I moved step by step. The turbid air in my chest was almost reaching its limit. A ray of light penetrated into my eyes, my body lightened, and then inexplicably heavy and instantly bound the Aobu Slash, who had just left the waterfall.

Zabuzhan couldn't help but smile gently. After being brought in for dozens of seconds in memory, he actually walked for nearly an hour, his muscles and bones were sore all over his body. He looked at his guard Taki Nin in shock. Zabuzhan touched his hat, but forgot that the hat was hit into pieces the moment he entered the waterfall. His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he raised his beheading knife without words and rushed to the distance...

A guard Taki Nin who reacted, pulled out Kuwu and wanted to chase him, but was caught by Taki Nin beside him. The young Taki couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Senior?"

Takinin, who was close to middle-aged, slowly lit a cigarette for himself, exhaled a mouthful of light blue mist, and said slowly: "The guy who had no instructions to pass through the waterfall is far from being able to deal with it. Also, if I was not wrong, that big knife..."

Seeing the young Taki Nin still looking puzzled, Old Taki Nin sighed and said slowly: "The Mizuno S-level wanted criminal who had assassinated the Tukawa candidate in Iwa Nin Village, and the ghost man Momodi will not be killed again..."

The young Taki Nin opened his mouth and looked in the direction where he disappeared. An emotion of grudge or envy grew in his chest...

Zabuzhen kept running towards the opposite direction of Taki Ninja Village without stopping, but the feeling of being chased was not heard for a long time. I don’t know if it was the feeling of being blocked or Taki Ninja really didn’t chase after it.

Zabuzhan slowly stopped his steps, and his relaxed body was tired for a moment. Zabuzhan leaned gently on a not-so-thick number. He reached out to stroke his hair that was still wet, pulled out the beheading sword, looked at his face on the snow-white blade, and looked at his face with a little scarlet thread, which was stained with the pale yellow eyes, probably jumping out of the waterfall, consuming a lot of physical strength, making his face a little pale. After the initial heat of the killing faded, only deep fatigue was left to be portrayed into this body.

Aibu Shou slowly rubbed his forehead covered by tiredness. If I remember correctly, I am 25 years old this year? It’s just that the age of two lives has been accumulated, so I am already a middle-aged uncle. Maybe I am no longer the child who tirelessly waved the beheading sword and rushed to the formation again and again in the battle of the last slaughter, and isn’t it?

The beheading sword was dragged down on the ground slightly decadently, occasionally touching fragments and jingling sounds. The figure comfortable by ghosts slowly walked along the direction of the return journey. Is the era that once belonged to me going to end?

The journey back to the Snow Country is a bit far away, and it is nothing for ninjas who have reached a certain level. Even if they have a concern, their bodies are still lazy and don’t want to walk quickly. The decapitation sword has long been taken back into the shadow, but the decoration on their bodies is too lazy to change. The black windbreaker and white bandage cannot see the original color at some point.

The sunlight near dusk dyed the sky bloody red. If you don’t cut it into the town where you didn’t pay attention to the door sign, you will step into the wine house near the entrance of the village...

The boss's wife looked at Zai Buzhan with disheveled clothes and frowned slightly, but her eyes touched the smooth ninja's forehead. A flattering smile immediately appeared on her face, and she greeted: "What is this ninja going to write?"

Zai Buzhan glanced at the boss lady who had a bit of charm and said lightly: "Are there any gentle room in the morning, lighter wine, and a few specialty dishes here?"

The boss lady greeted: "Tanzi, please greet the guest, sir, please wait..."

The words of Tanzi made Zaibuzhan stunned slightly, but his heart was slightly beating calm in an instant. A timid little girl with slightly yellow hair touched the attendant's tray and came out from behind the door curtain. Her cheeks that had not yet been opened were slightly white with a morbid whiteness.

Zabuzhan shook his head slightly and followed the little girl into the house.

When they arrived at the fairly bright room, the girl nodded shyly to Zaibuzhan and ran out quickly. After a while, a few simple side dishes and two bottles of sake were served on the table, and the big tray was held by the little girl with a visual inversion.

Zai Buzhan looked at the girl in front of her and smiled slightly, touched her pocket gently, and a stack of banknotes and a piece of wood were taken out. Zai Buzhan was slightly stunned. The words of sandalwood amulets and umbrellas were still so clear that she couldn't help but think of the beautiful pink-haired girl who was killed by herself...

Zabuzhan shook his head slightly, pulled out a small denomination banknote from the banknote, and handed it to the girl who was holding the plate with a talisman. He spit out a slightly hoarse voice from under the bandage: "Send it to you..."

Children of this age like gifts more than coins. The girl named Tanzi ran out with joy and excitement.

Zabuzhen gently touched his wallet, and he always felt something was missing. Perhaps he was a passerby and used what he had lost to portray?

There were not many clouds in the sky, but the few flowers that were still dancing were still so bright red. The sun was still half left and sat in the sky. After Wuzhan Weiwei tasted a few side dishes. To be honest, even after so many years, I was still a little tired of the light food. Only this light sake made me feel a little happy.

Lying lazily on the floor, letting the sunlight warm myself up, gently lifting the small bottle of wine, siping a slightly sweet sake, and looking at the empty seat opposite, haha, there has been no one with the right person to drink with me for a long time. Although this kind of wine is nothing to me, it is just that slightly drunk feeling fascinating me like poison.

Zabuzhan Meng swallowed a sip of sake, and the faces in his memory floated in front of him. After he participated in the Konoha collapse plan, the guys from Konoha probably would have been dead. Together with the cow, the guys he knew were either constantly carrying out the so-called "missions" in the rebellious ninja organization, or those who were already dead...

I gently picked up a small wine glass from the short table, slowly filled it up, and it fell along the sun. Although I didn't want to say it, for some reason, I missed the blue-skinned shark who was not as good as my own...

I don’t know how the night passed, but I didn’t even scan the mess on the table, looked at the completely bright sky, slowly got up, and went to the counter of the house to settle the accounts. The boss lady, who was a bit brighter, still looked flattering, but the slightly sick and timid little girl disappeared.

I looked at the wooden counter with some regrets at last, and then threw away my last thoughts. I pulled out a new hat from the windbreaker and walked away in the burning sun. The strange shadow was entrenched under my feet. If I didn't look closely, no one could notice the strange hideousness...

What is just abandoned is just nostalgia, or is it probably buried with persistence?

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Chapter completed!