[Naruto Shisui bg] Maxwell Haruka

Yuren Village is always cloudy and rainy all year round, and the long-term non-stop rain has shrouded the entire Yuren Village in a mist, and it is the same today.

"Who are you guys?"

The young man's Zhang Yang's voice echoed in the dim tower, he leaned against the wall and stood proudly, his blue eyes glanced at the strange figure to him, the oversized red cloud coat was draped over his shoulders On the outside, it looked like a loose robe compared to the coat, and the blond boy obviously didn't realize that he was not as handsome as he imagined.

"Hey, Deidara, Qing is our companion, hurry up and get rid of your clay." Unlike the black half who does nothing and is even happy to see what happens, the white half has extremely rich expressions , he noticed that when his hand was on Didara's shoulder, the new member with a cute face frowned unabashedly.

Hei doesn't like Qing at all, and he doesn't like Bai Jue who is facing Qing. If he can put a little trouble on the guy who doesn't like it by just saying a few words, then he is very willing to do so: "Stop it, Didara, Your clay can't do anything to her, and if you annoy a woman with a bad personality, it will end badly, and you will regret it."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that my art will have no effect on a woman?" Deidara's undisguised emotion was even more turbulent, and he stared viciously at the old god who was bound in place by the clay centipede Dear Qing, this guy can't be immortal too!

Ignoring the shout of that schizophrenic guy, Didara stood up straight and put one hand in front of his mouth: "Drink!"

There was a silence in the air, nothing happened.

The relieved Bai Jue and the annoyed Hei Jue made the yin and yang face look more ferocious, and the hoarse voice announced the result of the farce: "I told you that you can't do anything to her, Didara."

The clay that was supposed to be wrapped around Qing's body was tightly bound to him, and the knife held by that damned woman was just piercing the centipede on his body, and the snow-white blade flashed with an electric arc that hadn't completely dissipated.

What does it mean?Does it mean that he was saved by her instead?

Successive defeats in this organization caused serious damage to Didara's self-esteem. He blushed and gritted his teeth and growled, "Stop joking, you bastard...you bastard!"

The blond boy with an extremely ugly face made Qing feel unbearable, especially those pair of blue eyes made her calm down even more. She took out the knife inserted into the clay, put a flower into the scabbard as usual, "Don't Look at me like this, I'm actually 50 years old."

"what…?"

The explosive news caused the angry young man to shake his head. He stared blankly at Qing's beautiful face who looked not a few years older than himself. Turning his head to look at the 'veteran' character, after getting the same hesitation, he fell into the vortex of thinking whether it was true or not for a short time.

Qing looked at Didara's froze with satisfaction, and she crossed the two and planned to leave just like that.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Stopping at the corner, she turned her head to the side showing exaggerated surprise: "What's the matter? Did the scorpion mission fail?"

Seeing Jue's face twitch and saying a negative answer, she laughed again, "I said yes, oh, by the way, Jue, don't spoil the child."

"This damn woman!" There was no response to the hoarse cursing, but a feminine voice came from the same mouth, "I said, is she really 50 years old?"

"..."

"do not ask me!"

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Today probably committed a Mercury retrograde, Qing stood in the middle of the dilapidated factory and thought so.

The soaring roof almost has to tilt the head to 90 degrees to see the whole picture, and there is a circle of narrow windows almost close to the height of the roof, but it has lost its original function, and the glass is covered with a layer of A greasy black sticky substance, completely impermeable to light, except for a few broken glass windows and missing tiles to see in fragments of light.

The smell of damp putrefaction, and the faint smell of gasoline burning beneath it.

"What are you doing here!" The girl who had a look of resentment just now suddenly stretched out her hand in horror, and then Qing was pushed to the ground.

The girl who pushed her away seemed to be impacted by some invisible force. Her body was deformed before she flew into the air, and she was twisted out of shape when she fell to the ground.

The girl, no, it should be the boy who propped up his upper body with his arms showing his bones, and he called softly to Qing who was sitting on the ground: "Sister."

"Ah."

The blood gushed out of the young man's body like a spring, and seemed to be drawn by something, and kept rushing towards Qing's position. She indifferently let the sticky blood wet her fingers, clinging to her Holding the palm of the ground, she hooked the corners of her mouth as usual, and said in a low voice, "Ayao."

Zhu Yao's expression instantly distorted because of this call, his lower body was covered in blood and flesh, and he slapped the ground vigorously, like stepping on a puddle, blood droplets shot around, splashing Qing's face.

"It hurts! It hurts, sister! It's all your fault! Zhu Yao, it's all your fault! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

"I'm sorry." The hand covered in red leaned forward, it tightly clasped the hand bone that lost the flesh and seemed to be smashed apart soon, Qing hugged the dilapidated Zhu Yao, "I'm sorry, Ayao, I'm going to die, I'm going to."

"But not now," she said.

"Perfect illusion."

Qing opened her eyes and admired Shishui with a look of astonishment on her face. She slightly relaxed her hand on the handle of the knife. , the smile in her crooked eyes didn't reach her eyes, she was wary of Zhishui's next move, "Unfortunately, the type used is a little wrong, if it starts with control instead of intimidation, now it may be another It's a situation."

"What's your purpose?"

The slight panting sound was well hidden in the plain sentence, Zhishui scanned the surroundings, and there was no other person's breath. Sure enough, this is not a place where crowds gather. Building a house in the middle of the woods is either an idiot or a hunter, but obviously The woman in front of me is neither of these.

When Zhishui woke up, he was more shocked that he didn't die than that he still had both eyes.For the unfamiliar environment, he only glanced at it roughly and did not examine it too closely. The furnishings here seem to be just ordinary residents. exquisite.

The modern-style bungalows are mainly beige, and Qing even specially circled a yard, which was indeed carefully prepared by her a long time ago.

She stood directly opposite Zhishui holding the knife, which seemed a little strange.Without rushing to answer, she waited and watched for a moment, she let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife, suddenly smiled silently, and walked towards him indifferently, "How are your eyes?"

Shishui didn't respond when he got the incoherent answer, and Qing's approach didn't seem to arouse him more vigilance, he just lowered his eyes halfway, the thick black eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and didn't respond at all.

"Huh? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Qing asked patiently again.

"...Well, um." Zhishui raised his head slowly, and looked at her with his black eyes again, but he didn't seem to look at her, moist and out of focus, and the overly slender eyelashes at the end of his eyes blinked like a pair of strands The feather brushed against Qing's heart repeatedly, and suddenly he lost all vigilance and doubts, and let out a heavy breath, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Then he stretched out his hand to reach the person in front of him, Qing took a step forward to catch Zhishui, who was underfoot, and hugged the person in his arms, hot breath and concern came together: "How about you? Are you okay? "

His fingers curled up subconsciously, and he grasped the light-colored fabric behind Zhishui, "I..."

"Are you blaming me? Haruka."

The moment a few words entered her ears, her head became clear. She held on to Zhishui who was hugging her tightly, and pushed him away. She felt a little cold suddenly, which should be the reason why she left the heat source suddenly. thinking.

"You have a fever, stop water."

Standing in front of his house wearing the clothes he bought with his own hands, such a handsome young man showed an aggrieved expression. This is quite a lethal scene, but Qing corrected his mistake with a cold face unmoved: "Look It's clear, I'm Qing, not Yao."

It's not the first time to take care of Zhishui who has a fever, but compared with the first time, the method this time is much rougher to the naked eye. At least she didn't stay away from him like she was when she was a child, and this time the illness lasted extraordinarily long Some.

Worried, he ran to Orochimaru to ask what was going on, but what he got was that the other party said it was just a normal reaction and a sneer. He was very disappointed that he only went to him because of such a trivial matter.

Orochimaru's cynicism has long been unable to cause her any harm, but the sick Shisui insisted on believing that she was Haruka, and the fact that she kept a respectful distance from her when she was sober made her even more upset.

Sitting on the chair, the book in her hand was flipped by Qing, and just after she wiped his body in the room, the originally obedient person suddenly changed his face and made a bad face at her, as if she had done something to him, thinking of She got annoyed by the two-level reversed look in her eyes, and the book turned upside down on the table made a muffled sound. She stood up while supporting the table, and the chair scraped against the floor with a 'sizzling' sound.

She let out a long sigh, and put the back of her hand on her eyes to block her view.

What is she doing, to be jealous of herself, "You're childish."

It's no wonder that he can't recognize her, her personality has changed and even her appearance has changed. It's strange enough to be able to recognize her after only being in contact with her for a few days.

Since she became like this, she has never been recognized once, and now she has nothing to say to herself for feeling depressed about this kind of thing.

Haha, and after all, people who can recognize me have to like me to recognize me?

Thinking of this, Haruka felt amused and showed a slightly teasing smile, and the next moment she smiled, she fell into a hot embrace.