Shield Ninja

Behind the mountain of Konoha, Naruto broke out of the ground, dug out the young field, and buried it for a long time, without a drop of water, and before he ate anything, his stomach growled with hunger.

"Ahaha." Naruto laughed; "First go to my house to eat something, and then I'll take you home when I'm done, or do you want to go home first to report safety?"

"Eat first, then go home." Hinata said, embarrassed to look at Naruto, grabbed the edge of Naruto's clothes with his small hands.

The two went home in a less crowded place.

Along the way, the strangeness on Hinata's face became more and more obvious. What happened to the village and everyone, there were a lot of wailing and crying.

A little worried about the family, Hinata whispered: "Naruto, can I go home and have a look first, and then I'll cook for you?"

"Of course, it is better to say that it should be like this, and everything should be family-oriented."

Chapter 74 The potential is endless

From a distance, I watched Hinata walk into the house.

Naruto turned around, hid in the corner, leaned back against the big tree planted by the road, lowered his head and sharpened his nails, his mind scattered.

The third generation is dead, and several shadow clones have seen it, 100% sure.

Without three generations, it means that many things that could not be done before can be put on the agenda.

For example, hit yourself with a spiral pill.

Endure the group fight of the shadow clone.

Explode eight doors, hammer yourself.

Thinking about a lot of cultivation methods in his mind, Naruto's body trembled slightly, but he couldn't wait to do it quickly.

Once the third generation died, although he had no surveillance, he was largely freed, but he also lost a big protective umbrella.

To grow up as soon as possible.

The sense of security and the right to speak are closely related to strength.

In the animal kingdom, even the lion at the top of the food chain is very likely to die before it grows up.

You can't try your luck to think that accidents won't happen, so before you have enough strength, you have to follow through.

Don't be strong, or die.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, Hinata left the house and trotted to Naruto's side. The two walked together and went home where there were few people.

Hinata was half a step behind, and often peeked at Naruto's profile. Seeing that Naruto didn't notice, he looked more frequently. The little hand that stirred the hem of his clothes stretched out and retracted several times. On the nose, there was something that appeared out of nervousness. Sweat.

Naruto noticed Hinata's small movements out of the corner of his eye, and wanted to reach out to hold Hinata's hand, but he was afraid that he would be too active, making Hinata so shy that he fainted.

After such a tangle, home came.

Entering the already familiar kitchen, Hinata quickly calmed down, discarded redundant thoughts, opened the refrigerator, and started preparing dinner.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Naruto didn't sit still, and rolled up his sleeves and said, "Pick vegetables, cut meat, and peel."

"Then" Hinata hesitated, nodded and said, "Please."

Although it is a very happy and satisfying thing to cook for Naruto by hand, but the process of making it with Naruto is another experience.

Naruto squatted in front of the trash can and peeled the potatoes and picked vegetables.

Hinata skillfully de-boned the chicken legs and wings, changed the knives, and then put them into the prepared sauce, waiting for the taste, and took advantage of this time to prepare other ingredients.

There are shrimp, brisket, lamb shank, and pork chops.

Hinata usually finds opportunities to bring ingredients from home and store them in Naruto's refrigerator, just to replenish Naruto's body.

Looking so thin, it is better than Dingci not to be malnourished.

More than an hour passed inadvertently, and the two sat face to face at a table full of sumptuous dishes.

"Will you get fat if you go on like this?" Naruto laughed dryly.

"It's better to be fat." Hinata whispered; "I, I like it."

Fortunately, there was no other movement around, otherwise Naruto could not hear clearly.

"Thank you." Naruto folded his hands gratefully; "I started."

Hearing Naruto moving his chopsticks, Hinata raised his face and saw that he was gobbling up the food he made by himself. His heart was suddenly filled with happiness, and he was overflowing with happiness.

If only it could stay that way.

As usual, before Naruto stopped his chopsticks, Hinata rarely ate, most of them were dishes with chopsticks and two bowls of rice.

When Naruto was full and put down his chopsticks, she really started.

After the meal, I washed the tableware and chopsticks, and insisted on sweeping and mopping the floor, washing the clothes and trousers Naruto had changed, and drying them on the balcony.

After finishing these things, Hinata wiped the sweat from his face, and was about to bend over and take the basin back, when a scene of pink in the dark came into his eyes, and if he looked carefully, the pink had disappeared.

Few people can avoid the prying eyes of the white eyes. Hinata had some kind of guess in his heart, opened the white eyes, and this time, he found Xiao Sakura hiding behind the building next door.

"Naruto, that, I, I, have something to say, tell you."

Naruto stopped and controlled Chakra to attack the third gate, opened his eyes, curious and puzzled.

The courage he raised was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye. Hinata moved his lips and pinched his thigh with his small hand, urging himself in his heart.