Konoha's brother is very good

Chapter 189

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Those who steal the hook are killed, those who usurp the country become vassals; those who steal the law are sealed, and those who seek the source of the Tao become immortals.

Ridiculous, sad, deplorable.

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After waving his hands to create a brand new gambling tool, Madara sat down and started a new bet with Hashirama.

The prisoner in the cage is not eligible to obtain any items, just like Wuhe Ghost Moon who stays in the cage not far away and keeps talking to the people around him. (Second generation earth shadow and second generation water shadow)
But Madara is different, his resistance is not like his appearance, unruly and unruly and wild, it is hard to get rid of, on the contrary, the water flows slowly and silently.

And extremely effective.

The gambling tools in his hand are proof.

Of all the ninjas in the past and present, he is the only one who has stolen such a trace of source from Liu Dao, and can create things out of thin air.

And people like Wu and Guideng Huanyue.

After getting rid of the days of being completely controlled by others and gaining the freedom to control themselves, they talk to the people around them almost non-stop.

Before they were alive, they died together, and they were sworn to death together, but after they died, due to various reasons, their grievances and grievances disappeared, and they were connected with each other and had a perfect understanding.

They were stuck on the soft and transparent golden wall, watching the game between Uchiha Madara and Senjujuku intently.

Debating what the point is.

As for winning or losing...

It doesn't matter, anyway, Senju Bashirama, the famous ninja god, can't win.

No matter what happens, he just can't win.

And that's exactly what happened.

Hashirama always loses, always loses, never wins, or rather, almost never wins.

Why almost?

Because just now, after Daily Golden Dragon's routine turnaround, Hashirama won a bet.

The two stared at the 'two, two, three' in the gambling set - small, a little dazed.

Didn't lose?

Why didn't you lose?
How come you didn't lose? !

The next moment, a more violent shock appeared, and Jinlong turned over twice today.

Looking at each other, even Hashirama, who has been relying on gambling to maintain his state after losing control, immediately got up and looked around vigilantly.

Hashirama has been under the control of Liudao for too long and too deeply. Only by relying on the gambling nature rejected by Liudao can he maintain his current self.

"what is that?"

Bashirama murmured.

At the same time, the Immortal of the Six Paths, who was tirelessly striking with his tin rod, also stopped his movements, looking at the looming light spots flying towards him in the distance.

His face was solemn.

"what is that?"

……

…………

escape.

Run away.

live.

The face in memory has blurred.

The people who are cherished deep in my mind can no longer remember their names.

But there was always a voice crying in the soul.

Run away, run away!
go straight!Don't look back! !
Countless voices appeared in my ears, every word was chaotic, but they all merged into one sentence.

Go and live!
If you live, you have hope, if you live, you have a chance!
"Live, don't look back..."

"Live, don't look back..."

The light spot murmured, approaching the golden dragon quickly, and was about to pass by.

The golden dragon suddenly pulled out a bit of remnant soul from the gap between its claws, and threw it into the spot of light with a flick of its fingers.

The light spot suddenly stopped, and completely integrated the remnant soul into the body, without resistance or struggle.

Because that was part of him.

"who I am……"

The light spot stopped and asked.

It was a red-haired young man. If someone had seen Payne, the leader of the Akatsuki organization, he would have exclaimed loudly.

Because they are exactly the same.

No one answered him, but gradually, Payne's face began to twist.

Countless memories of the past emerged in his eyes.

Nagato, Jiraiya, Konan, Hashirama, Madara and even countless seniors, countless people stood in front of the person holding the tin stick.

Everyone disappeared one by one, and in the end only he was left, the most incompetent and ordinary person among them.

Live and don't look back.

Live and don't look back.

(End of this chapter)