Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

Thousands of years ago, Arima was still a vassal of the night. Just like the children in the current office, they obtained the ability to control demons from the Night Clan and became the pawns of the Onmyoji.

But after the demon disappeared, the situation was different.

Unlike Ye who clung to his pride, Arima, as a horse boy, immediately followed the trend and began to learn to use chakra.

Although their qualifications are also not very good, they have accumulated many years of cooperation, and they have a large number of people and strong financial resources, and they have been passed down to this day.

After listening to Arima Kisho's plea, Ye was even more impressed by him.

As expected, he is a rigid guy. Even the dark history of his family is quite clear. I just don't know if there is a little bit of water mixed in. Give me nine truths and one falsehood.

Of course, for the night when the dove occupied the magpie's nest, these were not important at all.

The important thing is

"So, what exactly are you here for today?"

A cup of tea was rolled over the hair whip on the right side. Ye reached out to take it and drank it all in one breath.

"Well, why isn't it milk tea?"

Mao Changji's expression was as usual, and he pointed a bunch of black hair in the direction of West Street: "Sir, the business of the milk tea shop is so booming, I can hardly buy milk at home now."

What the hell, the milk tea seller can’t drink milk tea himself. But what we sell is not fake milk tea. I want to drink it.

Arima Kisho suddenly didn't know how to speak. He hadn't drunk that milk tea yet, and now he couldn't get a word in.

Fortunately, Ye didn't have too much entanglement, and his attention came back quickly.

"Brother General, it's not good for you to keep kneeling like this. Otherwise, sit down and talk."

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

Arima noble general sat down across from Ye, and Mao Changji immediately served him a cup of tea.

After thanking him, he continued: "You also know, Mr. Ye, that our Arima clan has offended Uchiha. But this is not our original intention, but someone has bewitched our clan leader."

Ye didn't believe this at all. If he couldn't slap him, the Arima clan leader must have his own plan.

Tapping his index finger on the table, he looked at the opposite side calmly: "So, brother noble general, why are you looking for me now? I am not familiar with the noble chief."

"I"

Arima Kisho licked his lips and suddenly felt dry. He picked up the teacup and tilted his neck to drink it.

"Your Excellency Ye has friendship with Uchiha and other big families. I came here to ask you if you can help us, the Arima clan, to speak to you. After all,"

As if it was broken, Arima Kisho was suddenly stuck at this point, unable to continue. In this case, Ye simply finished it for him.

"After all, Uchiha is too strong. Even Danzo was completely defeated. If the Arima clan continues to fight against them, it will be a dead end."

Arima Kisho was suddenly startled: "Yes, that's exactly it."

As soon as he said the words, he felt a sting on the inside of his thigh, as if he had been poked by something sharp. Spread your legs and look down. That's the big scythe.

Behind him, Kotaro was holding a scythe, his scarred eyes slightly narrowed: "I said, you are a bit forcing yourself on others."

"My master is not related to you, so why should I help you?"

"Yes, why should I help you?"

Kotaro suddenly felt a little relieved. In front of outsiders, the three brothers were still united after all.

"It's no good, who can help? Even if the three of us are brothers, I still won't help Taro if something happens to him."

"Except for him, let me do the head next time."

Kotaro: My scar blinded me

Different from Kotaro's sadness, Ye was quite satisfied with the two Kamamata at this time.

That's absolutely right, isn't it? Who would be happy to help you if there is no benefit? Not to mention that this person has offended himself before.

Waving to Mao Changji to make another cup of tea, he even crossed his legs and waited for the other party to express his position.

"Sir, please pay attention to your manners."

Under Mao Changji's gaze, Ye reluctantly put down his left hand.