Hokage’s strongest sword

Head Pain

“Brother Nangong, Sister Rou’er…Sister Zhenbai has already cooked the meal, if you don’t go, Xiao Ling’er will finish eating~”

Just when Nangongzhe and Nangongrou wanted to continue discussing various matters about the Bloody Clothes Pavilion, Xiao Linger’s small head poked out from the crack in the door. His expression was a little unbearable, as if he wanted to eat.

Looking at Xiao Ling’er’s delicate appearance, Nangong Zhe and Nangong Rou also looked at each other and smiled.

The two of us were scheming and scheming, and we couldn’t be happy, but this little Ling’er became like this because of a meal, which is really ridiculous.

Nangong Zhe walked to Xiao Ling’er, stretched out his hand and gently pulled Xiao Ling’er’s face with some baby fat, and said to Xiao Ling’er with a bit of joking:

“Then it’s really miserable. Once the little greedy cat opens its mouth, where will there be food for us~”

Then Nangongzhe looked back at Nangongrou, and said with a smile: “Let’s go eat? Seeing that Xiaoling’er is already starving, we can slowly consider our countermeasures. It’s really a sin for Xiaoling’er to be so hungry.” guilty…”

Nangong Rou also smiled, nodded and walked to Nangong Zhe’s side.

“Hmph, Brother Nangong is bad. He said that Xiaoling’er is a greedy cat, why are you two chatting like this all the time when you two are nestled in the house. Sister Zhenbai insisted on waiting for the two of you to arrive before serving dinner, and Xiaoling’er came only when she was so hungry call you…”

Xiao Ling’er pouted her little mouth, as if she was very dissatisfied with Nangong Zhe calling her a greedy cat. Complaining about the Nangong brothers and sisters.

“Okay, okay, it’s Brother Nangong’s fault. Brother Nangong shouldn’t be called Xiao Ling’er, Little Greedy Cat. It’s Brother Nangong’s fault.”

Nangong Zhe squatted down so that he and Xiao Ling’er could look at each other, and then said to Xiao Ling’er submissively.

“That’s the way it is, how could Xiao Ling’er be a little greedy cat…”

Before Xiao Linger could finish speaking, Nangong Zhe had already passed Xiao Linger’s body and walked outside the door, leaving only one voice still echoing in the air.

“That’s right, isn’t that right…Little Ling’er has never been a little greedy cat, she is clearly a big greedy cat!”

“Brother Nangong, stop!”

Hearing Nangong Zhe’s words, Xiao Ling’er ran towards Nangong Zhe with her pair of short legs, baring her teeth and claws, obviously wanting to make her brother Nangong suffer, and then force him to change his words.

“Brother, it’s true, he’s still like a child at such a big age.”

Seeing Nangong Zhe playing with Xiao Ling’er and Xiao Ling’er being choked by Nangong Zhe, Nangong Rou smiled happily.

There was no trace of the calm and serious look when he and Nan Gongzhe clarified the truth and discussed strategies just now.

A smile bloomed on his face just like that, just like the warm sunshine suddenly fell on the snow-capped mountains that never melted all year round, and the ice and snow melted so silently.

My brother is my brother after all!

…

Time flies by, and Nangongzhe has been in the different dimension of the Lion Clan for nearly a month.

Nangong Zhe estimated that many middle-level and high-level cadres in Xueyi Pavilion should have arrived, so he left the Lion Clan Different Space under the watchful eyes of the three girls.

This time, when everything is stable, Nan Gongzhe must take his younger sister, Zhenbai, and Xiao Linger away from the different dimension of the Lion Clan.

Nan Gongzhe really couldn’t bear to let them stay in the different space of the Lion Clan without any trace of human habitation.

Looking at the symbol of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion that he had placed next to his seat when he left—the bloody robe of senior Li Banished, Nangong Zhe picked it up and held it in his arms, then pushed away the seat that belonged to the head of the seat. The door of the office went out.

After walking a few steps, Nangong Zhe had already met the altar owner Aoki Old Man who belonged to the logistics management of the Aoki Altar.

“Seat leader!”

Seeing Nangong Zhe, Aoki respectfully saluted Nangong Zhe.

“Master Qingmu doesn’t have to be like this. After all, I haven’t officially completed the ceremony of succeeding as the head of the Bloody Clothes Pavilion, so it’s better not to be so formal.”

Nangong Zhe looked at Aoki and smiled very gently.

“It’s just a ceremony. It’s just a matter of time before you become the leader of the Bloodcloth Pavilion. If that’s the case, it’s an inescapable ritual.”

Aoki didn’t listen to Nangong Zhe’s words, and still strictly followed the etiquette.

Neither does Nangong TetsuWilling to entangle with Aoki too much on such details, since the old man Aoki insisted on saluting, there is no need for Nangong Zhe to stop it.

“I don’t know how the preparations for the succession ceremony are now?”

Nangongzhe still asked the question that he was most concerned about now.

“The current preparations have been basically completed, and the middle-level and high-level cadres have also assembled. If there is no accident, the succession ceremony will be held tomorrow…”

Naturally, there was no need for Aoki to conceal such a serious matter, so he reported the truth to Nangong Zhehui.

“That’s really hard work for Altar Master Cyanwood. The succession ceremony is very important. Please take care of Altar Master Cyanwood.”

Nangong Zhe also gave a slight salute to Aoki.

“You don’t have to be like this, these are what I should do.” Aoki gave way slightly, and a disciple wearing the clothes of Aoki altar had already come to Aoki’s side, whispered a few words in Aoki’s ear, then turned and left.

“Sir, I still have a lot of trivial matters. If you don’t mind, can you…”

“That’s natural. I just saw the altar master Qingmu and stepped forward to disturb him for a while. Since there is a business, it is natural to prioritize the business.”

Nangong Zhe said with a smile.

“Thank you, Chief, for your understanding, and I will leave now.”

“The master of the green wood altar is…”

The communication between the two ended here, and Aoki also turned and left, only Nangong Zhe was left standing there with his eyes wide open, full of thoughts.

Among the five-element altar masters, the oldest one, Qingmu altar master, does not know what position he stands in among the many matters?

Although the conversation just now was very ordinary, Nangong Zhe still felt that even the old man Aoki who was closest to him was not so willing to become someone else’s subordinate.

There is still a long way to go to subdue the Bloody Clothes Pavilion.

What’s more, one of the altar masters has a grudge against Nangongzhe!

As expected of the five Blood-clothed Pavilion altar masters out of countless people, none of them were easy to get along with.

Is Chi Yan really his enemy? Is Bishui really just giving himself a piece of information?

Nangong Zhe needed to find out all of these.

Thinking of these, Nangong Zhe instantly felt his head hurt.

(end of this chapter)

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