[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

Feng Lan frowned slightly, unable to see what Hidan wanted to do, so he slashed across his chest, lowered his center of gravity, and concentrated on defense.

Hidan slowly raised the scythe and looked at Feng Lan with a sneer, a look of pride that couldn't be hidden on his face. He turned the scythe, fell suddenly, and cut into his abdomen.

"Wha... poof!"

Feng Lan, who was on the opposite side, had no time to be surprised. She only felt a tearing pain in her abdomen, and the temperature of her whole body suddenly dropped, as if she had been pinched by an ice-blade knife. The flaming knot in her hand fell with a clang, her knees softened, and she knelt directly on the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!" Hidan's laughter was filled with cruel madness, mocking Feng Lan who fell to the ground like a show off, "Do you understand? Do you understand what extreme pain is? Huh? Even the village A brat who has never been born dares to be so arrogant. Do you know what other people's pain is? Use your body to feel it now!"

He took out the spear from his waist, stabbed it into his chest with his backhand, and then turned it around. It seemed that in order to prolong the pain, he deliberately avoided the fatal point. With a look of enjoyment on his face, he said to himself intoxicatedly: "Isn't it great? This kind of pain..."

"...Is it a technique to bounce damage... back to... the opponent?" The lungs were punctured, and the pain and lack of oxygen made Feng Lan gasp so hard that she couldn't even speak a complete sentence, "... The medium...is my blood...?"

"It's too late to realize it now." Hidan didn't take it seriously and smiled arrogantly, "The curse has been completed, and your only option is to die in the ritual..."

"That's not necessarily the case..." Feng Lan managed to stand up and sat on the ground as if she had given up, but her eyes towards Hidan were filled with a hint of teasing and ridicule, "...most of the curses Techniques...have strict...precepts...that is to say...if your curse...fails to fall on me...it will backfire on you...then, all your curses...will be ineffective... …”

Hidan's brows jumped, and then he laughed loudly: "Hahahaha! - It's an interesting guess, but this kind of thing will never happen to me."

"Oh? Really?" Feng Lan asked back. The blood had stained her withered brown kimono, like a bloody person, but her eyes showed no despair at all. Instead, they were burning with fierce fighting spirit. "If you stab an organ that you have but I don't have, do you think I will be hurt...and will your technique fail..."

She said boldly and provocatively: "Do you dare to try?"

Fei Duan: "..."

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"It's been five minutes, hasn't Hidan noticed yet?"

Bai Jue looked at Hidan in the room who was stabbing him with a spear, and turned to ask Feng Lan beside him. She has now changed her posture, holding Chi Yu in her arms, sitting leisurely on the edge of the stove with her legs dangling, watching Hidan's performance with interest.

Just after smashing the soup bowl thrown by Feng Lan, Hidan's behavior became unreasonable: first he slashed at the air, and then he attacked his teammates Kakuzu and Zetsu indiscriminately. During this period, Kakuzu was accidentally attacked by Hidan and got a cut on his arm; but Kakuzu didn't care, because Hidan's blood formation was all painted in the pork soup and had no effect at all. At this point, if these two people still can't figure out that Hidan has fallen into Feng Lan's illusion, then all these years have been in vain.

The two of them observed for a long time and found that only the area around Feng Lan was the cleanest and unaffected by Fei Duan, so they coincidentally moved from their high place to her side, watching with cold eyes. The three of them are more like a gang. But unfortunately, the small stove was occupied by Feng Lan alone. She didn't seem to want to make room for the two people who came over, so the two people could only stand. Although you can walk on water with chakra, the feeling of standing on pork soup is not that wonderful after all.

From beginning to end, Ah Fei hung on Jue's shoulder, sleeping unconsciously.

I don't know if I'm really asleep or pretending to be asleep.

"Ha," Feng Lan sneered, picked up the extra thick flour pancake on the stove, and tore it open with his hands. While tearing it, he glared at Hidan with half-moon eyes and said with disdain, "Look at how stupid he is. , does it look like you realized you were under an illusion?"

"Sharingan?" Bai Zetsu's hoarse voice spoke again.

Feng Lan glanced at him with her peripheral vision and said nonchalantly: "Don't have a fixed mindset. You think that because I have the Sharingan, I have to use it to activate genjutsu." She broke the dough and said casually, "Is this genjutsu?" Things are not exclusive to the Sharingan; otherwise, how can genjutsu-type ninjas in this world stand on their own?"

Zetsu fell into deep thought after hearing this. Is it possible to perform powerful illusions silently without using the Sharingan? This girl, if nothing else, is not inferior to Itachi in terms of illusions alone...

The cold and hard dough was torn into small pieces and she threw it into the remaining pork soup. The broth was still hot, and after a while the noodles were soaked until soft and simmered. Feng Lan picked up two small pieces of soaked noodles, threw them into his mouth, ate them slowly, and then sighed with satisfaction: "It's so good. Eat! In order to catch this human trafficking gang, I haven't eaten in the past day! I'm really starving to death..." She turned her head, Jian Jue and Jiaodu both looked at her with incomprehensible words. Feng Lan felt inexplicable and raised her hand He picked up the soup and cakes in his hands and asked kindly: "Would you like some too?"

At this moment, Hidan suddenly aimed the spear in his hand at a spot in the middle of his body below his waist and above his legs, and thrust it in decisively. The speed was so fast and the intensity was so fierce that all the male compatriots present felt a chill in their crotches.

Zetsu & Kakuzu: "..."

Ah, this...

The two of them stared at Feng Lan in unison, their gazes quite profound.

"I'm not, I don't have it, don't look at me!" Feng Lan looked innocent and frightened, waving her hands repeatedly in an attempt to clear the air, shaking her head and clarifying hastily, "I'm still a child, I don't understand anything!"

Weird!

Both of them sneered at Feng Lan's pretentiousness.

Feng Lan actually didn't expect Hidan to be so tough. She originally just wanted to tease Hidan and make him angry, but who knew that this guy would actually mean it. I don’t know if it’s because of my immortality that I feel confident, or if it’s just because I have a bad mind?

So the current situation is very embarrassing. Does she understand Hidan's genjutsu or not? If it is solved, Hidan will find out that he has been deceived, and he will definitely fight her to death; if he is not solved, she will not know how to carry out this script...

While Feng Lan was struggling, two loud bangs suddenly came from the door, and the door panel fell down. The pork soup that had accumulated on the ground for a long time finally found a outlet and burst out of the embankment in an instant, flowing out in the blink of an eye. It was clean, but the room was still filled with the fragrant smell of broth.

"I said, I'm just picking up someone, why is it taking so long?"

Feng Lan opened her eyes slightly, and all the memories about this voice suddenly flooded into her mind. She turned her head and saw a tall figure blocking the door. His figure was hidden in the darkness of the night. She could not see clearly. She could only barely make out a strange weapon in his hand.

"Also," he joked without waiting for the people in the room to explain, "what's the matter with this broth? Kakuto, how many people did you work secretly and kill to make so much soup?... Hey! That self-mutilation guy over there, I haven’t seen him for a few days, and he’s getting more and more cruel to me."

The visitor saw that Hidan did not rush up to argue with him as usual, but still persisted in stabbing him. He couldn't help but feel strange. He turned to the corner and asked: "...What's going on?"

Jiaodu snorted coldly, glanced at Feng Lan, and said gloomily: "Ask her!"

"Uncle Kisame! We haven't seen each other for a long time, but we meet again!!" Feng Lan smiled and narrowed his eyes, greeting energetically, while waving exaggeratedly to say hello, "Do you still want to cut me now?"

"...If I could, I don't want to see you at all." Although Kisame's face could not be clearly seen, the smell of gritted teeth in his words could not be hidden. For some unknown reason, he deliberately ignored the last sentence of Feng Lan.

"Eh? Then what are you..." Feng Lan blinked in confusion, tilted her head and asked.

Kisame didn't answer, but turned slightly to give some space.

The clouds were moving and the moon was rising, and the clear light flowed through the remaining eaves and leaky walls, illuminating the figure slowly walking forward. The wind curtain on the bamboo hat is slightly blown open by the air flow raised when walking, and the bell hanging on the corner of the bamboo hat also rings occasionally with the steps, as fine and clear as the sound of water falling into the pond and hitting the rocks and jade brought by the distant night wind. The high collar of Hongyun's black cloak blocked half of his face, revealing only a pair of bright red Sharingan eyes hidden in the shadow of the moon.