Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

There was once a photo that won the Pulitzer Prize, but ultimately led to the photographer's death.

That was Hungry Sudan.

And if Ye ignored him at this time and turned around and left, what would be the difference between him and the photographer?

Will he, who is already extremely mentally ill, be defeated by mental pressure like the fragile photographer?

These were not issues that Ma Ji and the others would consider. They had already reached a consensus with several Konoha ninjas to go on the road silently through eye contact.

After the discussion, Baiyun regained the qualification to fly a kite in the morning. He was about to tell Ye to catch him up quickly, but he found that the child had already lifted into the air on his own and was slowly drifting towards the group of adventurous people.

The rope around his waist was tied very tightly, and the short knife and the huge water bag were tightly attached to the flesh, but he was still pulling hard on the knot on his side, as if this could give him a little sense of stability.

"Jian, are you ready?"

Uncle Yoshino in front turned his head, with an indescribable meaning on his vicissitudes of life.

He nodded in confusion, then watched Yoshino close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"Very good. Then, if I mean if you can hold on, can you take me out?"

Halfway through the words, Yoshino himself laughed first: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything. Whether the village can survive this time depends entirely on you, you must go back."

The tears had long been dried by the wind and sand, turning into a little bit of salty and bitter crystallization, making Yoshino's smile bitter.

He patted his chest heavily, turned around and walked to the front, straightening the rope.

The village where this group of adventurers is located has no name, it is just a small community living in the northern part of the desert. Their main source of livelihood is to get salt water from salt wells to make salt, and then sell it to others across the desert.

And the reason why these men are here is of course to get salt.

As the strongest man in the village, Jian was placed in the middle of the team.

When they step into Yaofeng's range, the elders in front will first pull him forward to help him save his energy as much as possible. And if he successfully gets the salt water, the young people behind him will work together to pull him back.

The role of the short sword is at that moment, it will separate life and death, and completely separate the people in front of them from the world.

In fact, this is the only iron weapon in the team. Others use either bone blades or stone knives, which are only slightly sharpened.

The leader, Father Kulu, had already tightened his grip on the bone blade at his waist. He looked back in the direction of the village, and then nodded to his eldest son Cook behind him.

"Take the rope to get salt"

There was no unanimous response, only a pair of rough hands silently grasping the rope that belonged to them.

This group of men who cannot see anger are about to embark on a desperate road to pursue hope.

"Wait a moment"

The closer to the range of the demon wind, the bigger the wind and sand became. Ye shouted in desperation and immediately took another mouthful of sand.

The adventurers turned around and immediately saw a child flying in mid-air and kept "bah bah bah".

"Are you an immortal?"

Without any warning, Father Kuru suddenly cried and fell to his knees, facing the night-and-night nb.

"Sir, please save our village, please save us."

"Save us"

"I don't want to die yet"

"I beg you"

There was no need for any further explanation or any miracle. The group of men suddenly knelt down on the ground and worshiped incessantly. The whole night was a bit embarrassing.

The companions in front and behind all knelt down, and the tight rope pulled Ma Ya to half kneel on the ground. He squinted his eyes and raised his head. The night under the scorching sun stood still in the sky, and his long hair and clothes were dancing behind him, fluttering like a fairy.

It just seems like the circles under my eyes are a bit dark.

At this time, if Ye is like a certain Buddha and says that it is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others, and God will help you if you are strong, I don’t know if you will get a knife.

Fortunately, he hasn't