Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

With the ambition of a hundred ghosts walking in the night, Baye happily entered the state of cultivation, trying hard to cultivate his first trace of spiritual power. Mao Changji also cooperated and released part of the demonic power, slowly sending it into his body.

After more than an hour, Baye suddenly formed a seal with his hands. After changing dozens of knotting methods in a row, he slumped his shoulders helplessly and started picking at his feet with a look of despair.

Mao Changji was a little anxious. He knelt down and spoke loudly: "Sir, the cultivation of spiritual power does not happen overnight. Please be patient and the energy required for the key to the underworld has been gathered. Don't pick your feet just for the sake of it." Too indecent”

Baye was unmoved and continued to pick his feet slowly: "I know it too, but now it's not that I have poor qualifications, but that something is hindering my practice, but I still can't deal with her."

Mao Changji raised his left knee and said indignantly: "Who asked me to tell you?"

"Kaguya, the founder of the ninja world, would like to introduce you to her when you have time."

Mao Changji blinked cutely, "Who is this? I've never heard of it."

The fragment of Kaguya Otsutsuki's will was the thing that caused the demon to go crazy and was left in his body by Mao Shouki. There had been this speculation in the past eight nights, but now it is basically confirmed.

This thing tried its best to prevent the generation of spiritual power from the beginning. As a result, Yayoi synthesized a kind of chakra mixed with demon power. It was so gray that it was impossible to use ninjutsu.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He even had no intention of picking his feet anymore.

At this time, a loud knock on the door came from outside, interrupting Ba Ye's thoughts.

"Is there anyone there? I'll come in if there's no one there."

Yashiro: The voice sounds like Kakashi, but is it really reasonable for you to be like this? Is there anyone who calls someone like that?

Opening the door, it turned out to be Kakashi, the dead fish-eye.

"It's so late, what are you doing here, Mr. Kakashi?" Yashiro pretended to yawn, but it was a bit fake.

Behind Yaye, Mao Changji's long hair was twisting and flying, like a devil's tentacles, which made Kakashi's eyes twitch.

However, thinking of the purpose of this trip, he still resisted the urge to draw the knife: "Aren't you a psychic? Become a psychic for me."

"Sorry it's closed." Baye said and was about to close the door.

"Ten thousand taels."

"Guest, please come quickly~"

I have no money and no dignity. Anyway, it’s all the fault of the previous lady boss.

Across from each other, Yashiro and Kakashi sat face to face, and suddenly took out a paper fan and opened it with a swipe, revealing the four characters "Hyakki Yakou".

"Well, Mr. Kakashi, do you know the rules about psychics? It should be written on that business card."

Nodding, Kakashi first handed the short sword on his back to Yashiro with the sheath, and then suddenly grabbed his right foot helplessly.

"You still have to pick your feet, right? I really don't know what's going on with your Yakuya clan's psychic skills, but you actually have such an unceremonious ceremony."

As he said that, he had already started to pick at the socks.

You actually said that I am not dignified, then you can pick it with me and watch me defeat you with my rich experience.

Yashiro was so angry that he simply didn't remind Kakashi that he didn't need to pick his feet, and he started to pick them as if nothing had happened. The room across from each other suddenly became quiet, with only two boys left staring at each other and digging at each other's feet.

Mao Changji didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said to himself that an adult is still a child after all. Although he always behaves like an adult, there are still times when he is very cute~

An hour passed like this

At this time, Baye had already used both hands, and the four fingers except his two little fingers were desperately digging at his feet, gnashing his teeth, and his head was covered with sweat.

Opposite him, electric light flickered between Kakashi's toes, and his eight fingers rubbed back and forth like a convulsion, and only an afterimage could be seen.

"My lord, the time is up."

As soon as Mao Changji finished speaking, Ba Ye slumped down like melted chocolate: "Damn it, I actually lost. I was already prepared to be beaten 50-50."

Although I won the foot-picking pair