Konoha Hits The Soul

Chapter 393

“Qianye…”

Heavenly Dao Payne raised his chin slightly, “Aren’t the people of this race yet to die?”

“Uzumaki is endless, and a thousand nights are immortal.”

Shun Yi raised the corners of her mouth and showed a meaningful smile: “How about it, do you want to continue working together?”

Payne squinted, and Rinnegan stared at Shunyi’s eyes, and finally stretched out his hand and held Shunyi’s hand together: “I hope you don’t let me down.”

Shun Yi smiled, through the pair of Rinnegan, as if I could see the Nagato body behind Heavenly Dao Payne, he confidently said: “Don’t worry, I never disappoint.”

…….

“I let you down, am I? Yahiko…”

Looking at the root ninja who was cleaning up the ruins and rectifying in the distance.

The lonely white-haired man sat on the top of the ruins of a high tower, his eyes were lonely, and in those arrogant and unruly eyes filled with stories, all that was left at this moment was exhaustion and confusion.

It’s like a frustrated middle-aged man who has been enthusiastically pursuing his dreams but was hit by reality with his back bent, physically and mentally exhausted.

He touched his waist melancholy, but found that there was no hip flask at all.

Not only is there no hip flask, but the notebook that had been in his arms and written all the spirits and injustices in his heart is no longer there.

I thought I could just go on like this.

Carrying all the past, pinning to the future you want.

With all the edges and corners that belong to his Jiraiya alone, he is not moved by foreign objects.

Encountered hard stubble!

The man in the turban was stunned, but found that his body was completely unable to move, and he could not even speak.

His horrified bald man grabbed a lot of tickets from his Kabuto.

Then he looked at it suspiciously, and lost the ticket: “It’s over… it’s expired, I, I… want a number, no… no need to queue up.”

The eyes of the man in the turban were dumb, and he wanted to cry without tears.

He is just a ticket seller who makes money and deceives people by opportunism. Where can there be real tickets!

And now that he can’t move, he can’t talk about it, how should he explain it? I heard that the Inuzuka clan took over the police force. If caught, damn…

“enough.”

A gentle voice sounded.

The other hand grabbed the bald man’s hand. The man in the turban suddenly felt his whole body loose, like a pardon. He raised his head and glanced at the man in a white robe with a small black spot on his forehead, hurriedly panicking. Run away.

“No.”

The bald man looked aggrieved at the white-robed man: “Compassion, I want a number.”

Compassionate smiled and patted him comfortingly on the shoulder: “Wait a little longer, it will be there soon. Then you will be able to drink delicious milk tea, Xiaoweimen…”