The strongest support for the fourth generation

For Zhenyong, this kind of daily life seems to be back to the past—those simple days with clear goals.

From another point of view, those children who tremble in the face of death have an unexpected strength-every day, every day, they face this terrible fear repeatedly, but they still maintain their own humanity, Live hard.

This is very remarkable, if it is Zhenyong himself...maybe it has become a beast that chooses people and devours them.

Time passed slowly in this non-special daily life, and the true courage who was just a passerby was gradually accepted by the third child... This strange, wandering poet who always wears a mask taught them how to catch fish, how to weave fishing nets, and how to escape from the world. Driving dangerous beasts, how to distinguish the toxicity of wild vegetables...Although he only told them a little bit of inscrutable every time, it is undeniable that compared with those days and nights struggling near the survival line, these days have already changed. It can be regarded as a happy time...Happy days always pass too fast.

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"Ah la la~ I didn't expect to find such a good thing~"

During today's routine foraging trip, Zhenyong and Yahiko found a caravan that was ambushed... No one survived, and the supplies were almost wiped out, but for Yahiko and the others who lived in the cracks of the war For me, this is a gift from God!

The leftovers, daily necessities, and other things that ninjas look down on are very important to them in troubled times...

What surprised Zhenyong even more was that he found a small jug of dirty wine in the wreck's carriage...

For this era where even food is in short supply, wine is indeed a rare luxury!Moreover, as a human being for two lifetimes, Zhenyong, who has spent more than ten years as a child, has no way to come into contact with such high-end entertainment products in the wood industry...

He pushed up the mask slightly, and then sipped it on his own—the brewing technology of this era is not top-notch, let alone this kind of troubled world where everyone is in danger, this wine does not have much refreshing aftertaste, On the contrary, it added a lot of bitterness...

But really brave, still raised the corners of his mouth.

Naturally, this is not the first time to drink bitter wine. For ninjas, wine is just dross that can easily cause trouble, but what Zhenyong has done these days is not a waste of time.

Beside the fire in the depths of the cave, a few brats had already set up a small bonfire, the flickering and flickering temperature, as well as the outside world, the rare snowfall...

In a blink of an eye, it has been three years...

Maybe it's because this body is still young, or maybe it's because everyone is not drunk. Zhenyong turned sideways slightly drunk, and he looked at the three little ghosts playing. They seemed to be blooming in the Shura Dao Beside the white rose...

At first it was just a low whisper, he didn't know where he had heard this song before, but in the end, he actually sang it softly in harmony with the rhythm in his mind

"The long road is long and long, let you go, full of courage and warm heart; looking for truth and love in drunk dreams, wandering and stopping to be your hometown; the world is plunged into the fire of thousands of calamities, ethereal and endless without thinking"

The little ghosts still don't understand the meaning of this song, but Zhenyong's deep and dense voice makes them quiet naturally. They have also experienced pain, and that kind of strong resonance starts from the depths of their hearts, bringing the beautiful chords to life. Spread to every corner of the cave...

"Welcome to the wind of the sun, the moon, and the wind, and smile at the white ripples to wash away my madness; in the future, I will laugh and talk about heroic things, and I will talk about heroic things in the future, and I will talk about heroic things, and Ning Ruo's hundred battle guns~"

Lying down on his side, Zhenyong seemed to be really drunk. In the gap of the mask, Sanxiao saw that warm smile for the first time...

"Haha, poet, you're drunk." Xiao Nan covered her mouth and smiled lightly. She opened her slightly closed eyes, looked in Zhenyong's direction, and waved to Zhenyong as if she wanted to joke...

However, her hand was hanging in the air...

At the far entrance of the cave, a man with a dagger appeared in their field of vision... There were obvious bloodstains on his body, not only his own, but also the enemy who died under the dagger...

But at least one thing is certain, the rock ninja guard tied to his forehead is silently explaining his identity as a ninja!

Ninja!

Ninja still at war! !

"do not come!!"

Just like facing Zhenyong that day, Yahiko immediately jumped up and stood in front of the other two little ghosts... He held the old kunai, but he didn't dare to pray for the same good luck as Zhenyong did back then …

Today... probably will die here... A thought flashed by, but he held the Kunai in his hand even more firmly!

At least... At least let Xiaonan and Nagato live!

"Ah! Xiaonan, take Nagato and run away!!"

He almost closed his eyes as if the other party rushed over!Of course, from the very beginning, he didn't feel that he could kill the other party...he just had the will to die.

"If I die, my companions can be rescued or something..."

One hand held Yahiko's arm, the irresistible force kept his whole body in place, and that familiar voice that always sounded cynical in the past, but today, it sounds like something else smell…

For the first time in three years, Zhenyong slowly took off the mask covering his cheeks... probably because he has not been exposed to sunlight for a long time, his face looks a little pale, but there is no trace of woodiness!That's right, this face is more mature than it was three years ago, but this does not prevent the playful smile on the corner of his mouth!

"This kind of thinking is really stupid..." He paused, but he didn't look back at Yahiko next to him, "Yahiko, you have to remember that the weak who use death as a sacrifice will never be favored by fate—— To protect those who are important to you, you must become stronger... strong enough to deal with all crises!"

Taking a step forward, Zhenyong stood in front of Yahiko... At that moment, this familiar figure became infinitely taller!

"Did you follow the voice?"

He spoke to himself, and then shook his head again.

"You shouldn't have come."