Every time I'm lazy, I'm putting on big things, and I'm very tired today

After swinging the man to the ground again, I quickly cut the opponent's arm backwards and almost sat on him before suppressing him.

Seeing that the other person's face was pressed against the ground and did not move, only his chest heaved violently, like a tamed cat.

I calmed down, wiped away the nosebleed casually with my spare hand, and spit out the blood in my mouth before I lowered my head and asked in good temper.

"Are you still fighting?"

"........."

got no response.

I was a little puzzled, I didn't hit him that hard, it was just a simple physical fight, at most I played a few fire escapes, besides, I was also injured internally by this brat!

I let go of Itachi and got up from Itachi, turned him over to face me, only to find that this man was almost half unconscious, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Wake up, don't fall asleep, I still have something to ask you." I patted Itachi's face with one hand, and sent chakra to his body with the other hand to check his body.

This inspection is okay, the feedback I got almost made me so angry, if it wasn't for the fact that he was half disabled by me, I would have slapped him awake and asked him loudly what he did to trample his body into this.

I silently glanced at Itachi's exhausted half-dead appearance, and patiently gave him a full-body examination.When I was about to check my eyes, I saw that the other party realized something and raised his arms to block his eyes reflexively, intending to prevent me from continuing to explore.

I felt angry and funny seeing his subconscious action, it seems that he didn't hit hard enough just now.I was about to make up for a few punches, but when I thought that this bastard was about to break into the inside of a sieve, I endured and endured, grabbed his arms and clasped them upside down on the top of my head to ensure that he would not make trouble again.

"If you are sick, you have to be treated. It's not good to hide your illness from the doctor, or you won't even know how you will die." I probed into the meridians of his eyes with chakra expressionlessly, and found that most of the meridians around his eyes had shrunk, and even some signs of necrosis.

Simply put, this man is not far from blind.

It's more serious than I thought.

Coupled with Itachi's dilapidated body, every time he uses Sharingan, his physical condition will get worse, and his vision will also decline. This is an endless loop.

I muttered to myself what the hell this was all about, but I didn't dare to stop at all. I planned to treat his external injuries and the internal injuries just hit by me first, so that old injuries can be treated slowly later.

As for the pair of sharing eyes... my mind moved slightly, and I touched the scroll on my waist.

"You...!" After receiving the treatment, Itachi finally regained his strength and woke up, and started to struggle again just after he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

I watched him staring at me with Sharingan, as if silently protesting, I saw that the other person's eyes were slightly drunk, his face was stained crimson due to exhaustion, and even his lips became more red with blood.

Even though his hair is disheveled, his clothes are disheveled, and his face is dirty, it is a different picture to me.

Unexpectedly, I lowered my eyes and tightened the grip on his wrist, squeezed his chin with one hand, and then leaned down to touch his bloody lips.The smell of blood permeated the mouth along with the saliva, and the unexpectedly soft touch made my whole body tremble, and my whole body trembled.

Feeling the slight trembling of the body under my hands, I kindly released the restraint of his wrists, cupped his face with both hands and gently licked the corners of his mouth, swallowing the last bit of blood into his stomach.

As I expected, there is no discomfort, and even some addiction.

I noticed Itachi's twitching eyelashes and his gradually heavy snorting, and I thought that if I hit and kiss, I would almost get it, and if I teased it too much, it would be counterproductive.

As soon as I wanted to get up, I felt a pair of hands covering the back of my head, and I was pressed down unexpectedly, which caused me to use too much force when I made contact again. Both lips hit the teeth, and both gasped.

...the little bastard!I gritted my teeth, thinking that my lips must be broken, sore and numb.

But the latter acted as if he didn't accept my anger, and didn't intend to let go at all. He just licked off the blood on my lips carefully like I did to him before. Lips pressed together and kissed.

This is a wet and lingering kiss, with strong longing and longing, as if it has crossed the gap between life and death, and traveled the long river of time, just for this rare and precious reunion.

I feel a gurgling stream caressing my heart, with a satisfied sigh, wrapping the whole heart, and like a bursting new bud, it keeps taking root in the bottom of my heart, spreading, and blending with it.

I heard the strong and powerful heartbeat in my chest, one after another, like a deafening drumbeat, as if repeating a message.

You fell, completely fell, admit it, Hikoichi Senju.

At this moment, it was as if something invisible finally fell from the suspended midair, which made my worry about gain and loss become much more at ease.

After the kiss, I propped up my body and gasped for breath, staring at Itachi who was also out of breath, the other's little face was flushed, only a pair of eyes were amazingly bright.

I shook my head, sat up covering my hot face, and suddenly found that my Sharingan burst out of excitement, and let out a breath of self-defeating.

"Do you still have the strength to speak?" I wiped my face discouraged and said, "I can calm down a bit. If I have a disobedient patient like you, I won't lose my life. Just shut up and listen to me if you can't speak, otherwise I won't Mind hitting you to the ground again."

With an angry expression on my face, I said heartbrokenly: "I don't know what you are thinking about in your head every day. I didn't understand it before. I just thought you were young and liked to think wildly. Now you are grown up and still have virtue! Am I a scourge? Is it that difficult for you to come back and meet me? Five years! How can you hide, you little bastard, you can’t even find a shadow, and besides, I can’t go out of the village at will. I really loved you for nothing when I was a child!”

After hearing this, Itachi's throat rolled, as if he wanted to say a lot to me, his sweaty face looked extremely weak.

"I am...the traitor who slaughtered the whole family, and the crime is heinous, but you are different from me, and you can't get too involved with people like me, let alone you are still Hokage..."

I rolled my eyes and almost fell back angrily: "What's wrong with Hokage! What's the point of being Hokage if I can't protect the people I value...!" At this moment, I paused and sneered, "Let's talk Now, why is Uchiha gone, don't you know better than me?"

The other party's face turned pale, as if I had hit the pain point, my expression remained unchanged, and I continued slowly: "I am Hokage now, and many Anbu scrolls have permission to view, no matter how bad it is, wait until I find a chance to kick the group Hidden, gather the root scrolls together again... Do you think there will be any terrible secrets recorded in it?"

"Oh, I also want to tell you that Shisui is not dead. After being framed by Danzo, I accidentally picked him up. He told me everything he knew."

This sentence was like a thunderbolt, which directly knocked Itachi into a daze. His face was full of disbelief, and the pretense that he had always maintained was broken in an instant, and he became pale and weak.

I'm a little stuffy now, and I really want to smoke a cigarette to relieve my mood, but I'm not a person who likes to smoke, and there is nothing beside me except a seal scroll with trivial items.

"I'll make a bold guess. Uchiha was deeply suspicious of Konoha after the night of the Nine-Tails. Over the past few years, the conflict with Konoha has rapidly intensified. The second and fifth sons of your family have carried out the mission... I am afraid that Sasuke is the chess piece that Konoha completely persuaded you."

At this time, I thought of something, opened the sealed scroll, and took out a small glass bottle from it, which was the Mutun cell solution that was transferred into it in advance.

"But I don't know why you don't even want your life. You care about Sasuke, don't you want him to lose his brother at a young age? You must know that those who are left behind are always the most painful."

I know this truth very well, so I don't want to watch a tragedy happen again.

As soon as he mentioned his younger brother, Itachi's expression rarely showed a trace of tenderness: "No, he doesn't need a rebellious brother, and I will definitely die on Sasuke, let him become Konoha's hero, and then in the We are going further and further down this correct path.”

"What is the right path?! What do you think of Sasuke? Did you ask Sasuke's opinion when you planned his life? Did you ask my opinion when you went to the pole to die? Stop being so self-righteous! !"

I couldn't listen anymore, I couldn't help but swear and interrupted him, I viciously opened the other's chin and poured all the liquid in the bottle into my mouth.

"Looking for death? Don't even think about it! If you are still so blind, I'll cut out your eyeballs and burn them. Anyway, don't you want to keep them for Sasuke? I'm not as good as you... ..Don’t spit! Swallow it for me, I’ll just give it to you without drinking it myself.”

"You...what did you give me to drink." Itachi was about to stand up, but my arm was clamped by my backhand, and he lay on the ground with a slumped face.

"Don't move, time is running out."

Suddenly, he sensed that ghost shark's chakra was getting closer and closer, maybe Kyono over there didn't stop him and let him run away.I took a quick look at his body and found that there was no major rejection in his body, so my heart suddenly relaxed.

Thinking that I can't just keep him like this, but I don't know when the next time we meet, I thought about it, pulled off his collar and made a mark of the Flying Thunder God on his chest, sticking it to his ear whisper.

"I can control your position at any time now. You'd better come to me yourself in the future and make it clear. Don't let me take the initiative to find you... You don't want me to ruin your plan, do you?"

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It's so astringent after the battle damage.