[[[cp|.com/chapters/20107/15/1607152634148168696370000653686.jpg]]]] At some point, the sky was already a little dark. One corner of the sun had already faintly penetrated into the horizon. The vaguely floating clouds were dyed bloody by the sunset. The temptation of red almost made people smell the smell of blood, which was either fragrant or fishy. The snow had stopped at some point. I was wearing a coat, waiting for Jing Teng's return.

Because of boredom, I leaned on the trunk of the tree, pinching the snowball, and used to grab the kunai's hands. It should have been tough, but it was red from the snowball. I put down the pinched snowball, sniffed, and warmed my cold hands. The corners of my eyes accidentally swept the samurai sword hanging on my waist, and when I moved my heart, I pulled it out, observing the reward for the seal, I have to say that the inoba is very simple, somewhat similar to the Tang sword in my memory, without a small handle (handguard), the handle of the knife is also wood, with a layer of dirty bandages wrapped around it. I couldn't help feeling a little disgusted when I looked at the black bandage, so I pulled it off, pulled it out from the ninja bag, wrapped it again, looking at the snow-white ones

I couldn't help but be obsessed with the blade. I liked knives in my previous life, but I had never had a good knife. I couldn't help but wave the knife to slash the big tree behind me. The blade penetrated into the tree body for half a foot. I hadn't used all my strength. The knife cut into the tree body and caused the branches to shake. Countless snow fell, just like it started to snow again. I drew the knife back to the sheath. Looking at the falling snow, I felt a little sad. Maybe it was an unsatisfied human heart? With this knife, I was happy. Although the tuna was good, it was still a little different from the Qi Ninja Sword, let alone grass? Sword and Ten Fist Sword. Haha, greedy, even evil ghosts can't get rid of it.

A figure appeared at the entrance of the village, his feet were a little staggering, with scattered footprints printed in the snow. I patted the snow on my head and slowly got up to meet it. Looking at the Zhongren horse clip, haha, Jing Teng walked out of the entrance of the village, for some reason, I also caught the sound of the bell. I looked carefully and saw that Jing Teng's long hair was tied up. It turned out that the scattered head was found to have turned into a ponytail. A small bell was tied to the ponytail. The red head rope looked particularly bright. I don't know if the beautiful head rope was also covered with the fragrance of blood. Jing Teng walked to me step by step and shouted, "I won't kill you anymore." Jing Teng's voice was a little hoarse, without sadness or reluctance, but there was a twist

Is the despair of the Qu, the despair and unwillingness of the tool? Haha, this is a ninja. I asked softly: "Has she left?" Jing Teng lowered his head slightly, stroked his ponytail and said silently: "She walked quietly..." I glanced at the headband with the bell hanging, and laughed, not ridiculous, but a kind of desolation. Jing Teng did not look at me and continued: "She said that for the last period of time, I did not deceive her, she was very happy. She would wait for me there and bless me, hahahaha!!! Hahahahaha!!" Tears surged out of the corners of the young man's eyes, and Jing Teng's sad laughter sounded in the empty snow scene. I turned around and looked at the sunset. Does it hurt? Perhaps, this kind of sorrow is the limit of beauty, right?

The laughter slowly stopped, and Jing Teng stood up straight, waiting for my words. I looked up at Jing Teng's face. The obscene aura when I first saw him disappeared, but instead formed a kind of coldness. Jing Teng's small triangle eyes were a little gloomy, but it could not hide the sadness and sadness in his eyes. The ghost behind me showed a hideous smile. Haha, someone gave the soul sacrifice to the evil ghost, and the name of this evil ghost is Taodi? If you don't cut it again... I raised my toes, patted Jing Teng's shoulder, and said, "I have accepted your loyalty..." Jing Teng raised his head and looked directly at me, nodding fiercely: "Hai, I won't cut my lord again." I waved my hand and said, "Let's go back to the village." After that, I took a step and ran towards the road, and Jing Teng followed closely behind me.

Most of the sun's body sank into the horizon. The faint sunlight stretched the shadows of all things. In the jungle, a hideous ghost shadow enveloped half of the earth, and a figure was faintly hidden in the ghost's curtain. Is the ghost's road? Perhaps death is, perhaps death is the end again, right? The former vulgar greed Zhongnin has passed away, and how far will follow the evil ghost's minions go in this blood-stained ninja road...

The sky was completely dark, and the sky was vast after snow. Almost no cloud blocked people's attention. Countless stars were attached to the sky, dyeing this black curtain with a little crystal clearness. The broken moon could vaguely see the concave and convexity of the moon surface. The cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, drawing a wisp of coldness to the desolate snow color, which better concealed the bones under the snow. I stopped, looked at the Fog Ninja Village, surrounded by the moon, and closed my eyes. I didn't find any Fog Ninja hunting troops around me.

He said lightly: "Ten years, ten years, I will change here, Jing Teng..." Jing Teng stood behind me, staring at the Fog Ninja Village under the moonlight, and murmured: "Ten years? I will witness the fall of an era..." I suddenly caught the figure of the Fog Ninja Assassination Army. Although it was hundreds of meters away, in the night, the dark feeling helped me catch it. I pushed Jing Teng with my elbow, interrupted Jing Teng who was muttering to himself, and took Jing Teng slowly towards the Ninja Village.

Jing Teng and I walked forward dozens of steps, and the fog ninth assassinator appeared in front of us and reached out to signal us to stop. I looked back at Jing Teng. Jing Teng understood and took a step forward. He took out the scroll from the ninja horse clamp, spread it to the assassinator. The assassinator looked at our foreheads, checked the scroll, handed it to Jing Teng, nodded, disappeared in front of him. The disappearing technique was very handsome. Unfortunately, in the snow on the left, I vaguely felt the figure of the assassinator, narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly capturing his suppressed heartbeat, breathing slowly and smoothly. A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth under the bandage, which was ironic, disdainful, and more of a sarcasm to that cool mockery. With the moonlight, Jing Teng and I walked to the village to the ground.

The gate of Zi left a certificate of entry and exit and walked into the village. I asked, "Are you going to hand in the mission now?" Jing Teng looked at me in shock, suddenly remembered something, laughed, and said, "If you don't kill the Lord, Shuiying will have to sleep, hehe, we can only hand in the mission tomorrow." I looked at Jing Teng in surprise, and he returned to that obscene image. I smiled and said coldly, "I'll send the bonus tomorrow." Jing Teng had a shy face and smiled charmingly: "Yes, yes, I won't kill the Lord." I turned around and walked, hehe, the assassination troops in the corner, Shuiying really cares about me, hehe, I will make you feel my "loyalty". Ten years, just ten years, I will get rid of all this, hehe, umbrella, are you happy?

Before I knew it, I had already walked to the old house of Taodi. Looking at this huge and dilapidated house, I couldn't help but sigh, Haha, is Taodi? I won't bear the fate of revitalizing the family. After all, I am not a real tool. No matter how strong my heart is, except for the disguise that I can't even deceive myself, the remaining soul is just a disguised person who is exiled. I opened the lock and entered the door. A layer of ice light attached to the yard under the moon. I raised my head and snow covered the green roof tiles. The white left behind was chilling under the moonlight.

.I waved chakra under my feet and swept the road I walked. The marble path symbolizing the past glory of the Taodi clan again exposed the ground. The dim luster made people secretly smell the decay of the family. I broke open the door of the living room, and the slightly rolled up dust made me frown. I glanced at the empty living room. I couldn't help but recall the days when I was with the man who was "well-you". I shook my head, dispelled my memories, looked at the tea table in the living room, and quietly walked to my own room first...

My room was a little messy, and I was not in the mood to clean up. I was tired of it. I opened my ninja bag and looked at the two shurikens lying inside, and a roll of wire and bandages. I couldn't help but sigh. Ninja is also a kind of money-burning job. I couldn't help but start the Chinese-style girl in the animation. I can't remember her appearance, but she was kunai and the momentum of the shuriken flying all over the sky made me envious. I almost doubt whether she had to use a ninja village ninja if she killed a shadow? Fortunately, I "recycled" a lot of ninja tools, otherwise my economy would soon be "cup" and I don't want to be a coffee table. Maybe, I've always been a coffee table?

After replenishing my ninja tools and bandages, I put the dog balls on the head of the bed, took off my coat, covered it with a not-so-thick quilt, and fell asleep with a random thought.

At five o'clock the next day, I got up, put on my coat, and tidied up the weight on my body. I carried the tuna ball horizontally on my back. I was 1.4 meters tall. It was a bit of a problem if I carried the tuna ball 110 cm high. I took out a glass of milk from the refrigerator, poured it down, and walked towards the backyard. "Puff--" The sound of the scarecrow penetrated the scarecrow and continued to sprint, pulling out the tuna ball, sprinting back, throwing the tuna ball, sprinting, and the same movements continued to cycle. With the last "Puff", I squatted on the ground, breathing in big mouths, becoming a tuna, and did not have as much time to practice before. I thought about it, stood up, went back to the house to wash it, and walked out of the door with the money.

It was almost seven o'clock in the morning. I swallowed the buns I bought from the roadside and walked towards the ninja shop. After the ninja came out, I had another seven kilograms of weight on my body. There was no way, I could use the weight to make up for the shortened practice. I took the last bun in the paper bag and ran towards the Shuiying Home.

Jing Teng waited there early. Jing Teng and I nodded and walked towards Shuiying Studio. Shuiying was not there. Assistant Fang Zuo helped us record the task and ordered the money. The ninja accounted for 30%, but there were 60,000. Jing Teng said that Shuiying would arrive at eight o'clock, and then he could take on the task. I looked at the c1 on the task record and couldn't help but smile. Haha, a C-level task is more than 500 lives. How much blood will I have to bear for future tasks? It doesn't matter. Only strength is the reality. Death will eventually disappear.
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