[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Feng Lan walked in confusion in a state of confusion. Her consciousness was actually always awake, and she knew what she was doing, and could even sense A Wu's thoughts; but she just couldn't control her body, and she couldn't speak.

This is actually a very strange feeling, as if she has been usurped by the blood escape clone to seek power.

Feng Lan was actually more curious as to who could actually crush her mental power and suppress her until she couldn't move. At first, she thought that she was reborn from a dead body and was not an aborigine. Therefore, after all, this body does not really belong to oneself. The soul and the body do not fit in some cases, and it is at an away disadvantage, so some little bitch takes advantage of it. But when I think about it, it doesn't make sense. She has used this body for more than ten years, and the running-in period should have passed long ago. She is now "Uchiha Fenglan", and no soul can overwhelm her.

Feng Lan was puzzled, so what on earth was going on with her in this state? ! !

As if answering her question, the "Shadow Miko" she held in her hand suddenly emitted a faint blue light, instantly enveloping her soul. The light is as majestic and vast as the sea, and as quiet and comfortable as a haven. Such a gentle and tolerant feeling made Feng Lan vaguely recall the untouchable past life:

At that time, she was still a real child, spoiled to the point of willfulness and squeamishness, unable to bear the bitter heat of summer nights, and bored by artificial refrigeration. So, her mother held her in her arms and sat on the edge of Cape Sirion, gently patting her back to coax her to sleep. The wind of the Aegean Sea brings out the unique salty and vast atmosphere of the sea water, and gently scratches the body and face with the cool moisture, which is very refreshing and comfortable. The hustle and bustle of the city in the distance were pushed out of reach by the sound of the tide, as if it were a chaotic and glitzy place that had flourished but declined in a lifetime. The neon lights and shadows on the ground were dazzling, like flowing golden water flowing across the long and winding skyline, and were eventually swallowed up by the darkness of the night sky. Only tiny bits of light survived, turning into sparse and vast stars in the sky, shining brightly. , shiny.

The mother opened her lips and hummed softly an ancient lullaby. The song drifted into the sea breeze, and was swept into the sea by the rolling waves, causing the mermaids and sirens to harmonize in low voices. She lay under the starry sky and fell asleep listening to this lullaby that resonated with nature. She seemed to have dived into the deep sea with the ups and downs of the tune, and was carried by the undercurrent of the ocean to drift with the current...

Ah, of course, the ending of the story is not as happy as in the fairy tale. In fact, she and her mother both fell asleep by the end and spent the night blowing in the wind on the sea cliff. The next day, when her father found the two children who had stayed away all night, the careless mother and daughter had already caught a cold, and the young Feng Lan also had a low fever. So her mother was scolded...

Feng Lan laughed heartily when she thought of old things. And just when she was about to indulge in this tearful familiarity, there was a diffuse light in her field of vision from far to near, covering her head. Strange images flew out of the light one after another and merged into her mind...

She saw the dim and yellow light of the setting sun shining through the mountain col, laying a layer of broken sparkling light on the winding water surface of the river, and slowly merged into the darkness between the mountains with the endless flow of the river. The used wooden basin floated hastily from the tributary, bumped and sunk in the rapid river water, narrowly escaped countless bends and back waves, and finally ran aground next to the open flat beach downstream. The boy drifting along the wooden tub, after experiencing a dangerous journey and arriving in a relatively safe environment, relaxed his highly nervous spirit and finally fell asleep due to fatigue. In a daze, he only saw a blurred figure approaching slowly, and a touch of moon-white monk's robe that flashed past but was branded in his eyes.

When Jieren woke up again, he found himself lying in a strange house. The interior of the house is the most common Japanese style layout, simple and tidy. A similar layout, after removing the gorgeous and flashy cold decorations in the home, looks particularly humane. The sky was bright outside, filtering through the shoji into the room, reflecting long strips of light on the tatami floor.

The intermediary looked at the sky and estimated that it was already the second day.

Or the third day.

He subconsciously tightened his hand, but only found an emptiness. The wooden sculpture he had been holding in his hand had long since disappeared. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. This was a small portrait of his sister that he had specially carved. He had carved it for a long time and then lost it like this. It was a pity. After he composed himself, he slowly sat up, lifted the thin blanket covering his body, and got off the ground lightly.

The completely unfamiliar environment made him very uneasy, so he was extra cautious. He crept up onto the deck, held the edge of the window, and peered out. The sunlight surged like white waves, so dazzling that he felt uncomfortable for a moment. He squinted his eyes and slowly saw the scene outside the house clearly. There is a big tree planted near the window. It is autumn, and the thick golden and light yellow leaves are falling in the wind, either sporadically or one after another, decorating the wooden grid of the shoji, which is very artistic.

The thick trunk of the tree blocked nearly a third of his view. From his perspective, he could only see a man about the same age as his father standing under the tree. The intermediary recognized him. His mother took him to see this man when she went out. He seemed to be the head of the village at the foot of the mountain. He didn't realize that Jieren had woken up. He just turned his back to him and was thinking about himself without knowing what he was talking about: "...Is it really, really too late? The Kiryu family..."

"Um……"

Another man's voice floated out from behind the tree. It was very soft and low. No emotion could be heard. It was just a syllable, but it gave people an ethereal and sacred feeling. It reminded him of the Buddha statue enshrined in the Buddhist hall at home. . He thought in a daze, if the Buddha spoke, it would be like this, right?

But it was just a momentary distraction, and Jie Ren's attention was quickly drawn away by the content of their conversation.

Kiryu, Kiryu...

His family is the only one living in this mountain with the surname Kiryu...

What does the village chief mean? What does it mean to be a step too late? What's so late?

At this time, he still didn't understand the meaning behind the adults' words, but the ominous undertones in their words made him so flustered that Jieren didn't hear what they said next at all.

And just when he was dazed for a moment, the two people talking under the tree had finished talking and were heading back into the house. Jieren was shocked, and an inexplicable impulse drove him to trot back to the bed, lift the quilt, get in, close his eyes and fall asleep. It's as if a frightened ostrich doesn't know how to escape from danger, and will only bury its head in the ground, not seeing, hearing, and deceiving itself to escape.

Deliberately gentle footsteps came from far and near, and finally stopped beside the bed. The two people paused for a moment before hearing the village chief lower his voice: "...Master, it seems he hasn't woken up yet..."

The intermediary breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the village chief's assertion. But before he could completely relax, he heard the cold male voice say: "You really want to see your parents and sister again, right?" It was obviously a question, but he said it in an affirmative tone, seeming to confirm the introduction. People are awake.

Both Jieren and Feng Lan, who shared his sympathy, were stunned. Jie Ren was puzzled as to how this man could see through his disguise, while Feng Lan was surprised by this extremely familiar voice.

Like, it’s so similar!

This cold and blurred voice broke the barriers and boundaries of time and space, and instantly brought her back to the romantic blue Aegean Sea, the white marble buildings standing on the holy mountain, and the twin eucalyptus trees with blooming flowers and rain in late summer. Circle, and the golden Atlantis sinking in the deep sea...

She stood silently by the Santu River, looking back at the fireworks of her past life on the other side, watching the embers of memory dancing in the air, reflecting numerous shadows on the water, and then gradually dissipated and returned to darkness. And she withdrew her gaze, slowly walked into the flowers on the other side in front of her, said goodbye to her past life, and headed for the next life.

The moment Feng Lan's heart was shaken, Jie Ren could no longer lie down. He suddenly stood up and jumped out of bed, looked up at the visitor, and replied eagerly and firmly: "Yes!"

The man lowered his head, then slowly squatted down. His outline gradually emerged from the backlight. It was a young, handsome and angular face, with flowing waist-length golden straight hair hanging down his back, with a few strands of hair falling on his shoulders as he moved. Wearing a moon-white monk's robe, he looked with his eyes closed, as if he was a Buddha who looked down on the world, showing no sadness or joy. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows showed a transcendent and transcendent meaning. This man is really too good-looking, and he doesn't look like a real person at all. He is completely inconsistent with the title of "Master", which has a strong sense of magic.

When Feng Lan saw this person, she was extremely shocked.

Virgo Golden Saint Shaka! ! !