【Naruto】Hyuga Neji’s Beautiful Life

After the conflict is provoked, the climax of the story that has not yet arrived is even more maddening.

Take your medicine on time and practice as per your schedule, and everything will be calm as if nothing happened before.

No, no, no, the fact that Hikari would obediently take medicine to Neji was already weird enough.

What was the reason for that long conversation he had with Fujiwara Yusuke before?

Hei Jue always thinks that he is dreaming, but Hei Jue will never sleep...

So I have to admit that this weird world is reality.

After all, what is a "dream"?

Dream? Fantasy? Purpose? Or desire?

"Hyuuga Neji...I said..."

Half a month passed by, and the side effects of the medicine gradually emerged. The previous schedule was crumpled into a ball by Hei Jue and thrown into the trash can.

It still couldn't hold it in any longer.

"why?"

But the only response was Neji's leaning body and his gradually steady breathing.

Lethargy…

Even if the blood disease is controlled by drugs, the development speed is much faster than that of ordinary diseases. In just one week, the pain can be so severe that one can only rely on painkillers to fall asleep.

And its side effects naturally follow one after another.

At almost any time of the day, Hinata Neji would have a chance of suddenly falling asleep. In such a situation, Black Zetsu would not dare to let him travel alone.

Black Zetsu picked up Neji, changed his clothes, and placed them on the bed.

It's exactly like eleven or twelve o'clock.

It hated this time. The sun was too glaring, and it couldn't even be called comfortable in its sleeves, let alone on Bai Jue's body.

The black guy weighed it up, then flew directly from Bai Zetsu's body into Neji's sleeves without stopping, and then directed Bai Zetsu to cover the sleeping boy on the bed with a quilt.

Then, Bai Ze can walk away.

The quilt wasn't very thick, but it could block most of the sunlight. Plus it had wide sleeves and Neji's warm skin. Yu Heijue, how can the word "comfort" be summed up.

Dream...what is it?

From ancient times to the present, everyone's dreams are different, and the general rules are there, but when they are used, they are far from the real "dreams", and some even run counter to them.

Organic creatures have a body that belongs only to themselves, but they are not only owned by themselves.

The entire human race has a similar body and a similar way of thinking, but like two almost parallel rays, the further they extend, the farther apart they become, and the big law in the middle naturally escapes reality.

Black has never had a brain, so it is naturally unable to think organically. It enjoys this and suffers from this.

Dream...what exactly is it?

It's just imitating asking questions.

There does seem to be something to daydreaming.

The strangeness of dreams always evokes the deepest longings in people's hearts.

Snow-white doves perch in cages, always stretching their necks, looking forward to the freedom of breaking away from the metal railings and domes and flying into the sky. But I don't know when it started, but it has forgotten how to fly.

The cage door is wide open, but the white pigeon can only hop and walk on the ground, like a free-range chicken.

When he came to the cage door, he hesitated.

It has been locked up for so long that it has forgotten its ability to hunt and how to fly.

The pigeon stepped on its feet, turned around, huddled in the deepest part of the cage, took a sip of water, and swallowed a sip of millet as if to comfort itself.

It's not even a pigeon, it's just a white free-range chicken.

The screen turned again, and the black curly crow looked like a broken screen, sometimes black and sometimes white.

It flapped its wings like a mechanical crow, moved stiffly, and emitted a shrill cry.

"Fool--"

"Fool--"

He suddenly disappeared again, flashed twice and reappeared.

The black eyes turned completely red, and the magatama shape inside them rotated rapidly, and a red moon appeared behind him.

But the curly-haired crow turned into a human being. He was no longer the curly-haired boy, but a young man with hair above his ears and a full beard.

He does look anxious.

The curly-haired young man took out a kunai from his ninja bag, but Neji was suddenly pulled from the observer to the same space as the curly-haired young man.

But it seems, only half.

The self in the dream seems to be taller than now, and even the clothes are more mature, but like a puppet, pale and lacking in vitality.

The kunai came through the air, and Neji watched as he let the kunai rush towards his fragile neck without dodging.

The metal whizzed past with the unique reflection and temperature of cold weapons.

Neji only felt a faint pain in his neck and the loss of temperature from the blood flowing out.

This pain is a little too real.

"go to hell!"

One of the brown-haired twins was crawling outside the wall, and the other was sitting astride Neji.

He tried his best to insert the knife in his hand, but his aim was a little weak.

It was just a scratch on the neck, not a wound at all.

"Damn it... come again!"

Black Zetsu didn't have the ability to attack, so he quietly slipped under the bed to White Zetsu's position, without noticing the uninvited guest on the bed who was disturbing his dreams.

Those pure white eyes suddenly opened and looked directly at the intruder.

Neji subconsciously touched his neck, and it was indeed warm and sticky.

The boy holding the knife was so frightened that he did not dare to move. Even the tip of the knife was trembling.

"Go...go to hell!"

But his trembling body did not allow him to successfully thrust out, but instead buried the entire blade into the bed.

"Ah...it's so strange...why can't it be pulled out?"

"Fool!"

The sister by the wall raised her hand and gave the assassin a violent shudder.

"sister……"

Jue arrived late at this time. Bai Jue was about to peel the twins apart and throw them down the mountain, but was stopped by a pale wrist.

Neji still felt a little uncomfortable from being forcibly aroused, and even the color of his lips was almost invisible.

There was a lot of noise and buzzing in my ears, even the picture in front of me was stained with black spots, and there was even pain in my skull.

He had to use one arm to prop himself up on the bed to sit up.

"fine……"

Neji's voice, who was still awake, was a little hoarse, but there was no hint of impatience.

He subconsciously looked out the window, but saw only empty tree branches and leaves blown everywhere by the wind.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen a crow in a long time.

"Are you looking down on us?"

"go to hell!"

Seeing that she couldn't pull out the knife, her sister punched Neji directly with her fist.

Where can I find someone who can be beaten to death with such a light fist?

But the fist seemed to have misjudged the distance, and had to stop after grazing the tip of Neji's nose.

How did he survive to go up the mountain with such skill, carrying all the rare and rare beasts that looked like wolves and tigers?

After the discomfort dissipated, Neji finally saw what the twins looked like.

His brown hair and small eyes are quite distinctive, and he looks very similar to a certain daimyo from the Kingdom of Sichuan.

But that daimyo was killed by him long ago because of the mission of the Akatsuki organization.

Oh, I think he's seeking revenge.

"Woooooooo..."

Before Neji could take action, the twin sister started crying with her fists in her hands. She cried without forgetting to hit her brother on the back, as if to blame him for being a loser who couldn't pull out a knife.

But children as young as six or seven came to seek revenge.

Ordinary people whose minds have not yet fully developed...

And Hei Jue on the side looked eager to kill the two of them.

"Jue, I'm fine."

The two people were caught in Neji's hands, but they were too obedient to move.

Oh, he's not a good boy, his acupoints have been tapped and he can't even move.