The flames were beating in the night, and the brilliant firelight enveloped everyone's face, igniting the enthusiasm of the feathered clan.

The kindness is really irresistible, especially the sizzling barbecue dripping with grease.

The feathered clan sang their own songs around the bonfire hand in hand, and the long and melodious songs drifted towards the dense forest with the breeze.

"The feather-Yellow Clan hasn't held such a grand celebration for a long time." The bonfire shone with Zhenyang's face, and the dark pupils that were flashing with light seemed to burn her own flame.

The Lu Sheng on the side could sense that this was a battle fireworks and hurriedly changed the topic: "When was it last time?"

Shinho, who was adjusting the barbecue position, thought for a while and said, "The night when the Thousand Hands Clan ended."

This is indeed worth celebrating. Lu Sheng sighed in his heart that the strength of the Thousand Hand clan is needless to say, Uchiha and Yuyi join forces to defeat him.

"Hey, Lu Sheng, don't be dazed." Zhenyang patted his shoulder boldly and said with a smile, "Tell me about the situation inside Konoha."

Pulling open the palm of his shoulders, Lu Sheng said to the girl with curious eyes: "What do you want to know?"

"Everything is OK!" Shinho, who was shaking the charcoal, said indifferently, full of freshness for everything in Konoha Village.

"Then let's talk about the various delicacies in Konoha Village?"

Zhenyang, who was about to stabilize the barbecue rack, raised his fist and gave it to him, complaining: "Are you eating in the bowl and thinking in the pot?"

Lu Sheng, who easily stopped his fist, smiled and took out the seasoning from his pocket and sprinkled it on the barbecue. A strong fragrance rose along the smoke.

"Does Konoha's food taste like this?" Mahoho leaned over and soaked his face by the smoke and smelled his nose, his eyes full of intoxication.

"This is my unique secret recipe."

Lu Sheng pulled her forehead and straightened her tilted body. This would hurt her skin.

"Then I'll exchange it for you?"

Zhenyang, who had a burning eyes, thought of exchanging things for objects at the first time, and then his momentum became less and less, and he disappeared into the fiery wind and waves.

She had nothing to attract Lu Sheng. He was Feng's disciple and did not lack ninjutsu. He glanced at the blade on his waist and was not much different from her. Moreover, he was not short of money. He just followed Feng to Feng for a few commissions, and the money would just roll in.

When I thought it would be difficult to taste this taste again after tonight, Zhenao, who was full of energy, began to feel depressed.

"The recipe for seasoning can be given to you! But..."

"Hey! There are not so many, but Lu Sheng, why are you mother-in-law and mother? You can say anything quickly." Zhenyang looked at him with disgust, and snatched the bottle of seasonings from his hand and began to apply on the other side of the barbecue.

"After you arrive at Konoha Village, don't attack people casually like in the morning." Lu Sheng, who had a smile on his lips, teased at the empty bottle.

The short-haired girl suddenly narrowed her eyes, pretended to be bad, looked at him, and couldn't help laughing after looking at each other: "Just treat it as your praise for my strength!"

"There are many rules in Konoha. You have to pay for things to buy, you can't beat people casually. You must avoid carriages when walking on the road, and the elderly cannot jump on other people's roofs at will." Lu Sheng said to the girl one by one with his fingers.

"In your eyes, I am no different from the legendary savage in the forest?" Zhenyang threw down the rotating barbecue stick, with orange ice on his face, facing him coldly.

But the smile hidden in the girl's eyes revealed her true emotions. Lu Sheng took the wooden stick that stopped shaking and asked, "In your eyes, are I no different from the nagging old man now?"

The ice began to melt, and Zhenyang stretched his hands behind him to support the grass, looked up at the twinkling stars and said, "Lu Sheng, you are so interesting."

“Each, each other.”

Lu Sheng bowed to her and expressed his admiration for his fellow practitioners.

The aroma of barbecue became stronger and stronger, and the expression on Zhenyang's face became more and more calm. His lips, which were painted with moonlight, opened lightly: "You like her very much."

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The angry Zhenyang grabbed the weeds in his palm and threw them at Lu Sheng who was pretending to be confused, raising a rumor: "When you talk about her, your eyes can't deceive people."

The weeds did not float far away, and all returned to Zhenyang under the wind, adding a bright color to the plain dress.

Lu Sheng suppressed his smile, pointed at his eyes and said, "Is it like this?"

Zhenyang looked at him in anger, sat up straight, and reached out to signal him to hand over the barbecue.

The surface of the barbecue is covered with traces of carbon roasting and smoke. The rolling grease begins to seep out from the cutting of the blade, and thin filaments dripping on the fire, making a "squeak" sound.

The volatile odor mixed with the aroma of barbecue mixed in the air, floating towards the night sky with the white smoke.

"Come and try this one of mine, and this one!"

Lu Sheng responded tiredly to the excitement of Zhenyang. When he was not careful, barbecue of various shapes suddenly appeared. He could only pluck his cheeks and bit his toothache and be happy.

Compared to the lively scenes on the mainland, the Ban appears much more serious.

"Will Konoha keep the Holy Yi clan from the door?"

The drunken feathered shirt flushed with her cheeks and asked worriedly as she burped her mouth.

"This question has been asked no less than ten times."

Madara raised the wine cup, looked at the sake that could reflect his face, and slurped it lightly.

"No...everyone has such a good relationship with Hashirama like you." Hashii Run, who filled herself with wine, muttered in a distorted voice.

Looking at the spots of the bonfire, he bent his fingers and whispered: "Pretending to be drunk is not a good habit."

"Welcome guests from afar, don't you feel drunk?" said, holding the wine cup, covering his expression.

"Don't be small in Hashirama's stomach."

Take out the spots of the scroll from your pocket and throw it lightly into the sea of ​​fire, saying lightly.

The rolling scroll stirred up sparks of sparks in the charcoal, and then was surrounded by the influx of flames, burning itself and gradually turning into ashes.

Yu Yirun twitched the corners of her mouth silently, and looked at the scroll recording the friendly agreement gradually burned to pieces. After a long time, she said, "This is blood feud."

"Aren't Uchiha and Chiaju the blood feud?" Madara asked with a slant, seeing him in silence, "Go to Konoha to see the reality and will tell you the answer."

Yu Yirun looked at the singing and dancing party, and his eyes gradually became blurred. Of course, he knew that the times had undergone tremendous changes and the ninja clan was withdrawing from the stage of history.

But he always had a kind of worry. Years of fighting told him that it was often very tragic to give his fate to others to dominate.

He asked solemnly to Madara on the side: "Hashirama is worth believing, but can later generations inherit his ideas?"

Facing the question that was directed to the depths of his heart, Madara did not say much, his eyes became deeper, looking at Lu Sheng holding a plate in front of him and doing dodging actions.

Yuyirun, who withdrew her gaze and got the answer, sighed, drank the last wine and said, "Then you throw the scroll in?"
Chapter completed!