[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

【"My purpose is not to elope with the princess."】

【"My goal, from the beginning, is you, Thousand Hands."】

The heart-wrenching words seemed to be still echoing in my ears.

Qianshou Feijian's face turned red and then black, and finally froze on a hideous scene.

He suddenly distanced himself from Uchiha Feishi, trembling all over with anger, gritted his teeth and squeezed out words: "You - despicable person!"

For the cherry-haired young man in front of him, after that kiss, the Chakra in his body suddenly multiplied several times inconceivably. Among the people he knew, only his elder brother had more than him.

He couldn't help blaming himself for his carelessness, and besides that, there was an inexplicable annoyance and complexity.

"Despicable? Where?"

Fei Shi let go of his fist, looking a little puzzled.

The members of the Qianshou clan who were ambushing in the dark sensed that something was wrong at this time, and they all appeared beside Feijian one after another, while jointly guarding Fei Shi, they questioned him with their eyes.

Torima slowly gripped the handle of the knife.

"What did you do? Why... What ninjutsu did you get Chakra from?!"

He asked fiercely, his tone was cold and murderous, but his eyes moved down imperceptibly, and he avoided looking at Fei Shi in a bit of embarrassment.

"Ninjutsu? No."

Fei Shi indifferently denied him.Surrounded by several people, he didn't even change his expression, he seemed unhurried.

If it's not pretending, it proves that he has enough confidence to get out unscathed.

The Senjus headed by Tomama became even more vigilant.

However, under the premise that there are still things to do, Fei Shi has no plans to fight this group of people.

Xu Shi regained his abundant strength, which gave him a rare emotion that can be called "joyful" when he lacked emotion. The young man with cherry hair explained for the first time:

"You almost cut my trachea back then, and now you help me recover my strength. Is this a matter of course?"

It's okay if you don't explain it, but when you explain it, Tobima's expression becomes even uglier.

At this time, the narrow veranda was a bit crowded due to the large number of people, but because of this, Fei Shi, surrounded by five big and three thick thousand hands, forming a vacuum around him, looked even more exquisite and stunning.

He casually tapped the palm of his hand with the folding fan, his five fingers looked flawless, and the exposed neck was white and graceful.

Tobima stared at the neck for a while, then silently looked away.

"Go back and be vigilant."

He ended up saying so and doing nothing.

Princess Fujiwara's wedding day is approaching day by day, and people have become more and more anxious.

It can be seen from the door that she doesn't want to get married at all.

As a ninja, he doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand the thoughts of these nobles and dignitaries, especially the delicate ladies like Princess Fujiwara.All he should do is to complete the commission and protect the princess until the wedding begins.

Feijian believes that according to the original direction of the matter, no matter how reluctant the princess is, she will marry obediently when the time comes. It's just that the appearance of a certain person makes her have unrealistic delusions.

In the Japanese room late at night, the sound of the simple shamisen slowly faded away. The girl in a fancy dress danced the last movement, bent her knees slightly, and her black hair slid down her shoulders like satin.

The folding fan painted with mountains and waves covered half of her face, and her reddish eyes looked affectionately at the young man who was sitting on the side, which was really endearing.

She is expecting to be complimented.

So Fei Shi said: "Dancing beautifully, Your Royal Highness."

Princess Fujiwara blinked her eyes, lowered her head shyly, two blushes appeared on the tips of her ears.

She waved away the maidservant and the musician, and after confirming that there was no one around, she approached Fei Shi eagerly, but she didn't know that in the darkness behind the bamboo curtain, Qianshou was looking at her coldly with her chest folded.

This kind of fragrant|flashy aristocratic secrets, he only caught a glimpse of similar ones in the boring story books that his elder brother loved to read, but he never thought that one day he would encounter them in reality.

In a moment of distraction, the weak girl "accidentally" fell into the arms of the young man, her slender hands grasped the hem of the young man's clothes with attachment, her cheeks were flushed, her almond eyes were full of tears, and she looked at him pitifully.

"Master Fei Shi, please take me away..."

The girl's crying sound echoed in the night along with sobbing.

The crying is really annoying.

Qianshou frowned, and through the bamboo curtain, stared at Princess Fujiwara's hand gradually wrapping around the young man's neck.

It really does look like a hug.

The expression on Torima's face became colder and colder.

After a long time, Fei Shi's voice sounded calmly.

"your Highness."

The young man with cherry hair lowered his eyes and looked down at the girl's pear blossom with rain. He slowly lowered his head, and under the gaze of the girl's increasingly infatuated gaze, he approached her cherry lips infinitely.

Someone in the corner breathed disorderly for a moment.

"If I take you away..."

The whispering voice gave people an illusion of gentleness and gentleness, but the words that came out were like sharp cold blades, piercing into the soft heart mercilessly.

"What can you give me?"

It was already very late at night, but the girl's suppressed crying of grief still didn't stop.

Squatting on the tree in Qianshoufanjian, he glanced at the figure of the girl crying alone without showing any emotion, and looked away indifferently.

One month passed quickly, but the way the commission ended was unexpected by everyone.

The white-haired boy's face was pale, staring at Jiaren who was kneeling on one knee, his usual calm voice changed: "Say it again?"

The strong man with a thousand hands tied with a white cloth strip on his forehead bowed his head with an extremely sad expression.

"The patriarch severely injured Uchiha Tajima in the battle three days ago, and he was also seriously injured... sacrificed!"

"what?!"

"how so……"

"Isn't Uchiha Tajima dead?"

"My lord, what should we do?"

All of a sudden, the Qianshou who had undergone great changes were in a mess, and even the eyes of the door were blackened after losing their father, their breathing was difficult, and even their brains went on strike for a short time.

As the world spun, a crimson color suddenly broke into the field of vision.In the bloody sunset, the handsome young man sat on the porch and looked at them, his face expressionless, his green eyes filled with extreme indifference.

His eyes were calm, so indifferent that he seemed to be looking at some boring dead thing, at most he was looking at some moving picture, he couldn't understand their grief at the moment, and he was indifferent.

Suddenly, I felt a chill.

This fear made him barely recover from the huge bad news.Already mentally prepared for the arrival of this day, the future second generation calmed down admirably quickly.

Fei Shi's figure had already disappeared in the same place, he shook his head, dispelled those clear and cold eyes from his mind, took a quick breath for a while, and quickly made a decision: "The place of the Hui people... now the place of the Hui people !"

Before the Thousand Hands could move, he realized something belatedly, and immediately raised his voice: "Who is protecting the princess now?"

Several thousand hands looked at each other in blank dismay, and then all of them changed their expressions.He screamed inwardly, and ran back, but just after running for a few steps, the girl's shrill screams sounded in his ears.

The heart in the door was beating violently.

"Your Highness!"

He yelled sharply, and cut through the barrier door blocking the way with a knife, but froze his steps suddenly after seeing the scene inside the house clearly.

In the dark and indoor room, the young man with cherry hair who came one step ahead of them threw away the broken folding fan. At his feet was Princess Fujiwara, who was limp on the ground, and countless hidden weapons were scattered around.

He glanced at the door, and then, his blue eyes looked out of the courtyard separated by a wall, and stared at the unnaturally shaking treetops.

"Go chase it!"

With a gloomy expression, Feijian gave instructions to his clansmen.

The fully armed ninjas left, and the frightened Princess Fujiwara came back to her senses. Tears immediately fell like broken beads, and she wanted to throw herself into Fei Shi's arms in panic.

"Master Crimson World—"

"your Highness."

The person who has never refused Princess Fujiwara's closeness for a month, this time he stretched out his hand to help her uncharacteristically.It's not like a rejection, but it just righted the staggering princess, and prevented her from jumping over again.

Princess Fujiwara was stunned, but Fei Shi withdrew his hand as usual, and continued: "I wish you a happy wedding tomorrow."

After saying these words without any emotion, he turned around and walked out of the messy Japanese room without any regrets.

When Toma found him again, the young man with cherry hair was packing his things.

He stared at him silently for a while.

"...Thank you."

"Ok?"

His voice was too low, Fei Shi couldn't hear it clearly, and looked up at him uncertainly.

"Are you thanking me?"

"...you saved my protected object."

"Oh."

Fei Shi lowered his head again, and a lock of cherry-colored short hair slid down, sweeping across his smooth and fair forehead, making his eyes involuntarily follow that lock of soft hair.

"It's not necessary." The young man with cherry hair said flatly, and sealed a pile of teeth, salt and saponins - such simple toiletries in the Warring States Period - and other daily necessities into the scroll, "Princess Fujiwara saved me at first, and later gave me It helped me a lot, so I saved her, that's all."

Feijian listened quietly, and suddenly said: "You are really ruthless."

"Why do you say that?"

Fei Shi looked a little surprised.

"Since you stayed here from the very beginning to repay favors, why didn't you refuse Her Royal Highness's approach? Give her hope and make her despair. Isn't this ruthless?"

Fei Shi paused and raised his head to look at him.

"You may not understand what I mean. I saved her because she saved me first, but I have no way to repay the other help she gave me, so I did what she wanted me to do. It gave her a sense of satisfaction."

"Of course, her asking me to take her away was beyond what I would consider 'repayment', so I declined."

The young man with cherry hair separated his hands and made a clear movement.

"Therefore, after saving her, we are settled, and I have no obligation to continue to act according to her wish, understand?"

His eyes widened slightly, as if he suddenly understood something.

"so you--"

His mouth trembled, and he swallowed back the words that followed.

Fei Shi blinked and repeated in confusion: "So me?"

She pursed her lips, and looked at his neck with heavy eyes.

"...No, nothing."

He clenched his fist with one hand, wiped his lower lip inadvertently, and looked away.

——That's why you said at the beginning, I cut your neck, so it's natural for you to restore your Chakra?

This is really... a clear [deal].

Qianshou clenched his fists, glanced at the young man's silhouette with complicated eyes, and initially understood his cold blood.

I am afraid that in the heart of the other party, he is now like Princess Fujiwara, a person who can be ignored after the transaction is completed, and it is completely irrelevant.

The white-haired boy was silent for a long time this time, and then with a feeling that only he knew, he said casually:

"Princess Fujiwara will marry the crown prince tomorrow, and I have already sent someone to ask the daimyo. If there is no accident, we will take over with the samurai sent by the daimyo tonight and rush back to the clan."

"En." Fei Shi responded indifferently, without even giving him a look, and naturally he didn't intend to reveal his whereabouts.

Qianshou lowered his eyes, bit by bit he regained his calm and inhumane look, turned around and walked up.

All countries are fighting, and the Senju Clan has just lost their patriarch. He has to hurry back to deal with his father's funeral, and then help his elder brother become the patriarch, investigate the information of the Uchiha Clan, and ensure that Senju's position will not be shaken. .

There are so many families in the world, Fei Shi doesn't seem to be able to tell him his surname, he doesn't look like a wanderer with no fixed place and no goal.

Maybe I won't see you again.

Thinking of this, the boy felt the complicated feeling from before come again.

"By the way, wait, Tobima."

The familiar voice sounded behind him again, and Fei Jian looked back in surprise, his eyes could not hide the expectation, but he hid it in a suppressed manner.

"what?"

He asked seriously and coldly.

The young man who was still wearing a gorgeous kimono took off his haori and opened his mouth to ask, "Where are my clothes?"

"……what?"

"My clothes, the ones I wore at the beginning."

Fei Shi repeated it, and then seemed to be a little stunned.

"By the way, were you the one who changed my clothes in the first place?"

As he walked towards the door, he asked naturally and calmly. The thin clothes faintly revealed the beautiful collarbone, and his face seemed to glow in the setting sun.

"..."

His throat twitched slightly between Qianshou's doors, and his serious expression showed signs of breaking.

"Your clothes are with me, I'll get them for you."

He answered evasively, turning his head to leave.

"The door."

Suddenly, Fei Shi called him softly, lowered his head and moved closer to his face.

Feijian was startled, subconsciously wanted to back away, but somehow stopped abruptly: "What, what are you doing?"

Fei Shi quietly looked at his expression, and asked inquiringly, "Are you sad?"

He suffocated for breath, and suddenly his eyes were red.

No matter how calm he was, he was just a boy who lost his father at a young age.

It's just that Fei Shi probably couldn't understand this kind of painful mood.

He looked at Feijian silently, and could give a name to every bit of his psychological changes through his expression, but no matter what it was, it couldn't arouse the slightest feeling of resonance in his heart.

"Sad... what kind of emotion is it? Your eyes are red, is it because you want to cry?"

He murmured, with genuine doubts in his eyes.

He glanced at him and said in a hoarse voice: "What kind of problem is this... It's just sad, haven't you ever been sad?"

"Well, no."

Fei Shi nodded without hesitation.

He looked at him in astonishment.

The delicate face of the cherry-haired youth was indifferent, but there was a layer of bewilderment in his eyes.

"Because I don't have [emotions], I was born as an emotionless [monster]."

He said indifferently, his voice was terrifyingly calm.

Feijian was completely stunned.

"That's why I want to pass..."

Fei Shi's voice gradually became inaudible.

A soft kiss fell on the lips, the warm breath was lingering, and the tip of the tongue penetrated into the wet lips and teeth, licking and asking for it.

Qianshou's door was completely frozen, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his brain exploded with a "boom".

The beautiful green eyes that were so close captured his entire mind.

In a trance, there seemed to be a faint sigh in his ear.

"really."

Fei Shi let go of the red-faced and gasping young man, and lightly stroked the corners of his bright red lips, his green eyes darkened.

He still couldn't feel anything.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support~