Ice Lake, a place where few people have visited in the Snow Country. The thick ice in the middle of the lake is, and the closer it is to the lake shore, the warmer it becomes. A hot spring pool surrounds the edge of the ice lake, like the frozen heart under the smiling cheeks, far less cold than the stiff expression...

In a hot spring, the green color of fireflies reflects the coldness under the night. The girl's figure slowly floats out from the bottom of the lake. The slightly frown on her face gently exudes a trace of bitterness that cannot be erased...

"Tread, step, step, step,,"

The space of red and black moved these probably still-existing legs for a while, raised their heads slightly, and a bitterness rose from the corner of their lips. I don’t know how many times I got under this throne again. I shook my head and silently looked at the frozen throne in front of me. A white figure flashed through my mind, a drop of warmth slid from the corner of my dry eyes, and the last wisp of awakening that was maintained scattered in this trance...

The pale yellow under her eyes was swallowed by the last wisp of white. The figure that was staggering again slowly stood up. A wisp of evil smile rose at the corner of her lips. She held the beheading sword and slowly stroked the throne with a slightly rough hand. In the next moment, she grasped the scepter with the peak...

Between red and black, endless undead roared hoarsely, trying to tear off the flesh and blood of the king above the throne. The absolute control allowed them to obey in the sarcasm. On the towering throne, pale fireworks slowly covered the clear soul. The thing called "feelings" was removed from the soul. The smile blooming at the corner of the lips became more perfect, but the pleasing smile did not contain a trace of emotion that humans should have...

Under the hot spring pool, the black figure slowly opened, and a stream of white resentful spirits sobbed and wanted to escape, but were burned into ashes by the white karma fire, offering the first soul sacrifice to the new king...

The closed eyes slowly opened, and only pale was left in the pale yellow eyes, and an elegant evil smile appeared on the lips...

Zabuzhan slowly floated out of the hot spring. Looking at the girl floating on the water in front of her, the smile on the corner of her mouth did not change at all. She slowly stepped past the girl and walked towards the village step by step...

"Um?"

A wisp of warmth on his cheek made the sleeping girl slightly clear. When he opened his blurred eyes, a white creature jumped away nervously for several meters, poked his head out from behind the rock, and looked at the girl beside the hot spring. Bai Jing woke up, looked around him, and couldn't help but shout, "I won't kill my lord again!!"

The girl's slightly raised voice frightened the white creature, and she swayed her furry fox tail and ran far away, then she looked back at the "biota" she had never seen before next to the hot spring...

Bai gently stroked his throat, and the smooth skin was without any scars. He hurriedly jumped into the bottom of the hot spring pool. The bubble-like hot spring could not block the snow girl's vision, but he could not find a figure in the small hot spring pool.

The girl faded away her initial panic, calmed down, slowly returned to the edge of the spring, pulled out the scroll from the clothes beside the spring, slowly changed into a piece of clothing, silently checked the traces of the hot spring, a string of newly stepped footprints spread from the edge of the pond, heading towards the direction she came, a ray of light flashed in the girl's eyes, Bai hurriedly ran towards the road...

The gray smoke and dust attached to the nameless snow village. Bai, who had been running around all night, stared blankly at the fireworks not far away. The depressing haze was not the warmth of the smoke in the past, but an ominous premonition accompanied by bitter bitterness breeding in the girl's heart...

Dawn unveiled the last ray of darkness, Bai moved his footsteps toward the burning snow village, and Shui Naikui's figure appeared at the entrance of the village. Bai couldn't help but shout, "Sister Kui..."

Minaki opened her mouth, moved her cat-like eyes and said softly: "Mr. Bushou has come back, Bai..."

The "hissing" sound of the flames burning ice and snow is still on the remaining burning wood, but the aroma of barbecue is not so attractive at all times...

Bai followed Shui Naikui's steps toward the village step by step, familiar faces fell into blood and fire, and the snow on the ground also faded away the purity that pure white should have. The torn limbs were only half of the face, as if the traces of being eaten by wild beasts. The girl's steps became more and more serious, and the smile that often hanged on the corners of her lips had not only been frozen at that time...

Walking through the corner, the familiar beheading sword was inserted straight into the earth. If you ignore the two corpses that penetrated the beheading sword, the old face in the pool of blood tells the identity of the two. The slightly distorted faces of Grandma He and Old Village made the girl's heart tremble slightly, and the familiar voice sounded in your ears: "Long time no see, Bai..."

The faces we spent day and night together did not change at all, but the false smile outlined by the corners of our lips had never been...

The wetness disappeared between the narrowed eyes, the holy face curled up a smile that was equally beautiful, and the slight words were soft and soft as before: "Hi, I won't kill my lord..."

I knew the last time I hugged you from behind. If I don’t kill the Lord, even if I am a white man, I will not be able to organize your pace forever. No matter what...

No matter what, Bai will be with him...

The crystal tears slid down the jade-like face, and the snow girl who sheds tears dissipated in the wind and snow like a legend...

"Che"

The decapitation knife was casually pulled out, and the cooled blood did not splash on the clothes that the decapitated ones were no longer available. "Haha..." The crisp laughter spitted from the corner of the lips of the decapitation, fading away the hoarseness of the past, but there was no trace of happiness or sadness under the sweet smile, but there was only a kind of dullness of watching boring third-rate movies...

"Bang..."

A frivolous snap of his fingers, the shadow that did not cut off his body slowly cracked open. A few pale arms dragged the corpse on the ground into the invisible space, but the hoarse and humming in the gap was not friendly.

Zabuzhan's eyes swept across the side of Mizunaki and Bai in a plain manner, gently wiped the beheading sword, with a slightly evil smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and his plain words were gently spoken: "Mingtou, Yetou is probably coming back soon, and Neji also went to the border of the Snow Country to pick them up. Since there is nothing interesting here, let's set off too."

"Hi, I won't kill my master..." The same words came out from the corners of Shui Naiku and Bai's mouths, different voices, and a sense of the same bitterness gently lingers in the hearts of the two girls...

The border of the country of snow...

Mingtou followed Neji to Zaibuzhan's body, and Mingtou shouted calmly as usual: "Master Aibuzhan..."

Zabuzhan sat on the snow hill and looked down at Mingtou, playing with the ninja sickle in his hand, and asked slowly: "Have you found the dark teeth Huangquanjin, Mingtou?"

"Hi!" Ming Tou looked up slightly, and the one-eyed eyes under his forehead touched Zabuza's eyes that could not help but tremble slightly. He lowered his head and replied slowly: "Master Buzaza, we found the dark teeth of Huangquanjin in Hiduan Akatsuki. However, the strength of Hiduan and Kakuto is not that I and Ye Tou can deal with at this stage. They had a conflict with Konoha's elite team, and Hiduan's body fell into Konoha's Nara's house..."

Without cutting away his gaze, he reached out and touched his beardless chin, and murmured with a little interest: "Are the Nara family? Humph, what about the interesting family, it's just a bit waste..."

The ghost shadow behind him swayed gently, and the grinning eyes could not express sadness.

Zabuzen slowly pulled out a scroll from his ninja bag and threw it towards Neji who was under the snow hill. Neji reached out to catch the scroll and looked at Zabuzen...

Aibu Shou gently put down the ninja sickle in his hand, put his left arm on his knee, rubbed his temples with his left hand, and said lightly: "Send this to the Mizuno Village, it's time for Yi Teng to move. Humph, the ninja world is like a chessboard. Only with the foothold of the chess piece can you be qualified to play chess..."

Neji looked at it and pursed his lips, said "hi", turned around and left...

What is that breath? I feel like I want to open my eyes and take a look. It's just that I don't respect Master Buzhan. However, since Master Buzhan and Bai came back, I always feel something is wrong. It's not necessary to deal with a village like Xue Village. It's better to ask Bai when I come back...

Neji looked back at the figure above the snow hill, and the figure rushed to the Land of Water without stopping...

Zabuzhan continued to play with the ninja sickle he had just put down, the faint smile on his lips was not moved at all, and he silently calculated his "plan" in his heart. It would be too boring to massacre one village at a time...

Since it is a world of ninjas, let the protagonists of this drama be more. It doesn’t matter which side loses. It’s so boring and boring, but boring is about to end, right?

The pale eyes burned, and the smile hanged a mask on his face. The dense resentment under the shadow covered the entire body called "Abshun" but there was no trace of reality under this body as a "person"...

"God"? "Ghost?" What is a god, what is a ghost? God is watching the ugliness of the world but is indifferent. Ghost ignores the good and evil of the world and kills and abuses the world. Even the six realms are just immortals, because he has not yet lost the essence of "human", the so-called "feelings"...

Being bound by "caring", love, hatred, love, and sorrow are all because of thoughts, so they care about loyal love and deceitful ***, whether it is true love or playing, they are just so-called extensions. What they want is the so-called spirit or **, gold coins or rights, honor or hypocrisy.

Gods and ghosts will not be blessed by your offerings, nor will they take revenge because of your spitting, because there is a kind of emotion, that is, they do not care about everything... There is a kind of selfishness, which is to let the rest of them bear everything left behind...

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Chapter completed!