Naruto: My heart is as high as the sky, I want to become a god

If it had been the time when Zhixiong's strength was low and he faced so many people, he would have either run away or become a grandson temporarily.

But who is he now? He is Shio Morikami!

In Nagato's words, he is God! Let God kneel down for such a disgusting thing? Have you eaten too much?

Without waiting for the other party to respond, Shixiong's Mangekyō Sharingan opened and glared fiercely at the man who just seemed to be a eunuch.

"Fire Escape·Added Earth Life"

With just one glance, dark flames immediately surged from his body.

"Ah!~"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, save me, save me, I don't want to die~"

The man screamed and fell to the ground, slapping the dark flames with his hands, trying to extinguish the flames on his body. Unfortunately, the flames burned wherever he rolled, and they burned more and more.

When he inadvertently rolled to the daimyo's feet, the daimyo was quickly pulled to the edge of the courtyard by the twelve guardian ninjas.

The daimyo, who had been fanning himself leisurely and elegantly just now, was so frightened that his legs were trembling and his mouth was watering.

The man gradually stopped struggling and curled up into a ball. A large black hollow object appeared in the center of the yard, and the black flames slowly disappeared.

"call······"

Zhixiong let out a long breath, and a strong wind appeared in the yard, making everyone unable to open their eyes. They raised their hands and stepped back to distance themselves.

When they lowered their arms in front of them, the yard was clean, as if nothing had happened.

It was just a servant who had been with the daimyo for several years and disappeared.

The daimyo looked at the ground where there was black carbon just now, and was so frightened that he could not speak. How dare he recruit Zhixiong.

Now I just want to go back quickly, find a punching bag, and vent the fear in my heart beautifully.

"Fuck"

"Bold"

"Damn it, is this someone you can kill?"

"Do you know how much trouble you got into?"

Shouts came one after another, and the twelve guardian ninjas immediately surrounded Shixiong in a semicircle.

The daimyo, who looked frightened just now, quietly breathed a sigh of relief. With these trump cards here, my life is safe!

At this time, I was still in the mood. I looked at the maids kneeling at my feet and looked at their exquisite bodies under their clothes. I felt a little wanted and couldn't help but reach out and touch them.

Minister Murakami's neighbors would be looking out at him from their yards.

When they saw the death of the daimyo's servant just now, many people showed relieved expressions. As ministers, many of them had been blackmailed by him.

Everything ranged from gold, silver and jewelry to house deeds. Now that they saw him burned to ashes floating in the air, many people decided to immediately arrange a banquet to celebrate after returning from watching the excitement.

In the center of the courtyard, the two sides were at war with each other, and the atmosphere was tense and on the verge of breaking out.

When Zhixiong took action, he had already thought of such consequences, so when faced with the siege of the twelve guardian ninjas, he did not panic, and even thought of playing a trick.

The Twelve Guardian Ninja Shina is the daimyo's golden signature. All of them are powerful ninjas, and all of them have the ability to destroy the world. They are all whom he managed to win over with great difficulty.

Of course these are the daimyo's thoughts.

Light black eyeshadow appeared on his face. Zhixiong stretched out his hands and shook them slightly, and his body made a crackling sound like fried beans.

The steps of the twelve guardian ninjas were messy, and the hand holding the weapon tightened unconsciously.

Especially Asuma, when she was in school, she was defeated by Shixiong's taijutsu, and now she sees him using taijutsu again. This feeling of being attacked by the shadow of childhood is really uncomfortable.

I really want to light a cigarette to relieve my nervous mood.

"Whoosh..."

Shixiong suddenly disappeared in front of them, and Asuma, who had wanted to smoke just a moment ago, flew straight into the sky.

Now he felt like a cigarette, and his whole jaw was burning with pain, just like a cigarette that was lit and thrown into the sky.

Before Asma could take precautions, Zhixiong appeared above him again, raising his right leg high and slamming into Asma's shoulder blade.

"Snapped···"

A muffled sound sounded on Asuma, and his rising momentum stopped instantly, and then he crashed into the yard faster than he had risen.

"Rumble..."

The twelve guardian ninjas who had high hopes from the daimyo were eliminated in an instant.

Asuma's back hit the ground hard, and then like a candied haws wrapped in sugar, Gululu rolled to Hongdou's feet and was gently pushed up by her with her small leather shoe.

Anko shook her body slightly, Asuma stopped rolling, the cigarette box in his pocket was thrown out, and several cigarettes were scattered randomly.

When Asuma's body stopped, there were several more roars from the ground. The twelve guardian ninjas, who the daimyo had high hopes for, had been whipped everywhere by Shixiong single-handedly with two whip-like thighs. .

Some fell on the roof, some hung on trees, and some lay quietly on the courtyard wall.

The daimyo, who had just been casually admiring the maid's figure, felt his heart in his throat again.

Zhixiong landed lightly. The battle just ended in a few seconds. He didn't even get his clothes dirty.

The daimyo was so frightened that he leaned against the wall shivering, feeling that his pants were a little wet.

The ministers who were watching were hesitant. They came in a hurry and did not bring any of their own generals. Now they had no choice but to wish the lord good luck.

The ministers struggled to suppress the raised corners of their mouths.

Suddenly there was a shout and a burst of chaotic footsteps outside the house, which attracted everyone's attention.

Minister Murakami's housekeeper, with a team dressed as ninjas, jogged outside the courtyard.

The neighbors who were watching outside immediately moved out of the way, leaving an aisle more than two meters wide for the housekeeper to pass.

At this time, the housekeeper showed no trace of his usual humility. He led a team of twelve people and strode into the courtyard.

Seeing the trembling Daimyo, his face immediately darkened, he quickly came to him, knelt down on one knee and bowed.

"I came too late to save you, please forgive me."

The remaining twelve people also followed the example of the housekeeper, kneeling on one knee and shouting to the daimyo, "Please forgive me, sir!"

Zhixiong watched this scene with interest.

He had defeated all twelve guardian ninjas with just a few moves. He wanted to see how big a splash this pair of dozen people could create.

As for the owner of this house, Minister Murakami, when he saw that the housekeeper who had served him for many years suddenly became the daimyo's servant, he couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart.

He felt fierce in his heart. After this incident was over, he would definitely find a way to kill him. Knowing so many secrets of his, no matter how much he leaked or whether he leaked at all.

He deserves to die!

Not only was Minister Murakami disgusted, but Minister Akita, who had been here once last night, looked at the energetic butler and gritted his teeth with hatred.

Okay, okay, I'm really blind. A little housekeeper is actually a domestic slave with three surnames.