People are in Hokage, start with an old tree on the grave of Jinglingting

At night, there is solitary smoke in the desert, and the sky is full of yellow sand.

The howling wind was like a howling beast, and the cliffs and rocky beaches were unobstructed, and the wind and sand filled the sight of all prying eyes.

In Sand Hidden Village.

The wind passing through the streets and alleys passed through the narrow sentry post, making a sharp whistling sound, like a ghost crying and neighing to disturb people's sleep.

Amidst the unchanging sound of the wind, there was suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps, accompanied by harsh curses, a small figure with thick black eye bags on his face, blood oozing from his forehead, and a red [love] tattoo was captured by a ninja Holding the collar in his hands like carrying luggage, he ran quickly.

"what happened?"

"I don't know why this monster goes crazy every night. It runs around without sleeping, so we can't sleep well."

Ended with a brief conversation.

Jonin threw Gaara into the room, closed the door, and said that the room was actually more like a cramped prison, with no windows in it, and the darkness left only breathless depression.

Gaara stayed very quietly, her red hair was still stained with coagulated blood, her empty eyes were desperately opened, covered with bloodshot eyes, they looked bulging and hideous, like a ghost.

Gaara is used to the darkness, like a soulless zombie, he got up from the ground, walked to the corner of the house wall, and slowly squatted down along the base of the wall, curled up, only his eyes were still angry With his eyes open, he couldn't sleep, because if he fell asleep, he wouldn't be able to suppress the monster in his body, and the bloodthirsty killing impulse would control his whole body.

Yes,

He is Gaara,

A monster that can't sleep!

"Behind the bloodthirsty impulse, there is a kind heart hidden, what an interesting and twisted soul!" A morbidly excited voice came from the darkness, as if it was breathing close to Gaara's ear. A sharp nail scraped Gaara's forehead lightly, scraping away the coagulated blood clot.

"Did you cut the blood on your head yourself? Are you afraid of falling asleep? Because if you fall asleep, the monsters in your body will be released? You will die like that..." The sick voice became more and more joking, "It's the guard outside the door. Come on!"

"Why do you suppress yourself?" The voice in the dark became more and more excited, the nail scraped off the blood scab, wiped it in the oozing blood, and then sucked and tasted it in his lips, "Those stupid people treat you as a monster, They don't deserve your slightest mercy, killing them, isn't it more peaceful?"

"Who are you?" Gaara turned her head to look sideways calmly, her bloodshot eyeballs were full of tyranny, her face was distorted and split, but her tone was calm and cold.

Isn't it the monster that has been reduced to pure bloodthirsty in the future, and there is still a trace of anxious struggle, which is really a rare fruit that makes people want to stop!

"I'm Hisoka, and I'm here to ripen you!" Hisoka showed a pale and sickly face, with coquettish teardrops on his face, making him look extremely weird and dangerous.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Gaara stood up, not seeming surprised why there was a stranger in the room, he looked at the sickly curve of Hisoka's mouth, and frowned unconsciously.

"No~" Hisoka licked his lower lip, half-bent down, exposing his fair neck, approaching Gaara in front of Gaara, and said coldly, "If you can kill me, then I won't be afraid, but will be very scared." Excited!"

The premise is that you can kill me!

To some extent, being killed by delicious fruits is Hisoka's lifelong pursuit;

unfortunately,

Now this pursuit is discounted in half,

because,

Even if you really play outside and die,

That's just being taken back into Kaguya Nami's body, that's all.

unless,

Someone can kill Kaguya Nami,

Only then can you really die!

"Look, you're suppressing yourself again. Is the smell of blood not attractive enough?" Hisoka raised his neck regretfully, took out a poker card from his hand and twirled it strangely at his fingertips, "It seems that I need to teach You have a lesson."

"That is...."

Hisoka raised his finger, and the playing cards spun through the door, spun around, wrapped around the neck of the guard outside, pulled back lightly, the door was smashed, and the blushing Jonin was dragged into the house dark.

"You have to know that when you suppress yourself, the world is a suffocating cage; on the contrary, when you completely liberate yourself, the whole world is full of amusement parks!"

Hisoka's five fingers twisted, and Jonin's limbs made toothache deformation sounds at the same time. The limbs were bent, hanging in mid-air like a doll, and invisible threads stuck to the roof like spider silk.

"Look, why do you have to suppress yourself because of some people who are manipulated like dolls?" Hisoka looked at Gaara's confused eyes and explained, "Everyone is manipulated by the thread of fate, like They are dancing lamely on the stage like a puppet, but most people can't even see the thread that controls their own destiny, let alone break free, but you are different, Gaara..."

"I'm different?" Gaara frowned, his violent bloodshot eyes fixed on Hisoka, no doubt, he was attracted by Hisoka's argument.

"Yes, ordinary human beings cannot break free from the arrangement of fate, but you are different, you are called a monster, aren't you?" Hisoka twisted his fingertips, and the poker slashed open the throat of Jonin, preventing the other party from suffering Calling to interfere with his own speech, but can only make the sound of bleeding and leaking to accompany.

"Monster?!" Gaara gritted his teeth, a tyrannical aura erupted from his body, and the sand on the ground was vibrating and floating.

"Yes, that's it. This is the power that most people cannot understand and fear, and it is also the reason why you are called a monster, but don't get me wrong." Hisoka paused, and slowly drew out another poker card, scarlet The mysterious ghost card fluttered up and down at the fingertips, "Monsters are not a curse, let alone something you run away from. On the contrary, monsters should be a gift you are proud of, and monsters are your passport to this world."

"They curse you as a monster, but they can't do it if they want to be a monster, they can only be jealous and fear you, so, it's most people's incompetent barking, you must understand that you are called a monster!" Hisoka looked at me Airo's eyes paused every word, "It's the highest compliment!"

"It means you have the power to break free from fate!" Hisoka coaxed, "Do you know how to break free from the shackles and manipulation of fate?"

"How to do it?" Gaara's eyes were bloodshot, and he already vaguely had an answer in his heart.

Chi!

Hisoka's five fingers tightened, and the jonin's whole body was broken, even the sound of breathing was deprived, Hisoka said lightly: "Like this, if you don't like their noise, you can kill them and make the world quiet; if you don't I like to be manipulated by fate, and the easiest way is to kill those who try to manipulate your fate!"

"This is how monsters survive!" Hisoka's voice faintly reached Gaara's ears, "Don't suppress yourself, don't fight yourself, accept and integrate yourself..."

"You have to accept and integrate yourself, so..." Gaara looked at the hideous and ugly body that had expired on the ground, and then looked at the pale and coquettish face sticking out from the darkness.

The contrast between ugliness and beauty, evil and goodness is clear and clear at a glance. Even he can see clearly at a glance. Everyone fears and loathes himself as a monster, but Hisoka accepts and teaches himself.

"Monsters don't fight against themselves, but against the world!" Hisoka inserted the ghost card into Gaara's sand, his voice was unconvincing, "Gara, this is how monsters live, since If the world doesn’t love us, then only we love ourselves, go ahead, treat this world as your amusement park, and you can sleep peacefully.”

"It's not tyranny, it's not cruel, it's not bloodthirsty, it's just like breathing, this is your instinct, don't be swayed by those noisy voices!" Hisoka leaned down and whispered in Gaara's ear: "To That is, you can truly understand the meaning of your existence, and then, come to me!!!”

After Hisoka finished speaking, his body disappeared in place like the wind, and disappeared into the wind and sand all over the sky.

How could a group of doll-like people catch up with the monster!

Only those who can catch up with the monster...

"Hisoka, your argument is really dangerous!" Huang Sha opened the pitcher plant, and Hei Ze stretched out his head. Compared with Uchiha Itachi, who was almost fixed in one position, Hisoka was really swaying around the world , and he likes to drill into dangerous places, so it is quite speechless for Hei Jue to follow him all the way.

Do you really want to invite this kind of lunatic into the Xiao organization?

Hisoka turned his head and lowered his head to look down at Heijue, the corner of his mouth curved slightly: "I've been waiting for you for a long time, is the trial mission organized by Akatsuki finally about to start?"

"Yes, a mission that you, Hisoka, will definitely like." Hei Jue roughly figured out Hisoka's temperament, and followed the words.

"That's really great!" Hisoka took a deep breath, twisting his body involuntarily, exuding a sick and dangerous aura all over his body.