dark color

Orochimaru carried the drunk young man back to his home, and by the way, notified a guy who was looking for the child to come and lead him.But that irresponsible guy sighed when he saw his disciple's reassuring and slightly sad expression, and said nothing to wake him up.

"Jieren, let him sleep like this."

Even the frivolous Zilai also softened his brows and eyes at this moment, looking at this young man who seemed a bit childish at the moment, recalling nostalgicly that he hadn't seen such a relaxed expression on his face for a long time.

"It's really too stubborn."

The child hid every bit of his grief and loss under that gentle expression, wishing everyone's happiness wholeheartedly.

But if this is the case, everyone, what should you do with your own happiness?

"So, that's it,"

Jilai also didn't seem to see the dark face of the person opposite, and still smiled authentically, "Oshemaru, my disciple will entrust you!"

Without waiting for Orochimaru to answer, he jumped out of the window and ran away impatiently, as if he would bear someone's anger if he was a step too late-although that cold guy had no emotion at all other than mocking him.

Orochimaru, who was entangled by a certain drunk, glanced coldly at the empty window sill.But facing Zilai, who was thicker than the city wall, there was nothing he could do.

He frowned, and was about to break free from Feng Fengjieren who was holding him like an octopus, but he met a pair of eyes as blue as the sky.In those eyes at this moment, there is neither shallow sadness nor faint pain, not even consistent tenderness, but pure joy is full of them.

"Now that you're awake, let go."

"don't want,"

The blond-haired young man spoke slowly with some lisp, and then showed a slightly silly smile. "Ah, I dreamed of Teacher Orochimaru again, so happy."

Did you wake up even more drunk?Orochimaru thought about it with some headaches, but felt that someone was getting more and more entangled. "Let go!"

He said with restraint, his murderous aura suddenly magnified but disappeared.

Restraining his fighting instinct made his whole body tense, and there was a faint pain. ——If it wasn't for the sake of his drunkenness, he would have thrown this person to the ground long ago.

"I said no... Oshemaru-sensei, you are so cold in my dream..."

Bo Fengjie said in a daze, opened his eyes and glanced at him, "Hehe, but how could I follow your wishes... Anyway, it was a dream..."

He raised his head and stared into his cold eyes, "How could the real Orochimaru teacher hug me like this?"

There was a bit of confusion and bitterness in his voice, "After all, it's been a long time... I was the one who left first..."

Orochimaru moved impatiently, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by someone's movement.Feng Fengyouren was carelessly rubbing against his arms like a small animal, and even let out a shallow laugh.

"Everyone is in trouble!"

He lowered his head unbearably, but looked into a pair of blue eyes, which were full of satisfaction and joy, but with a resolute tragedy.

He froze for a moment, then felt something warm covering his lips.Different from the softness of a woman, those lips were dry and cold, but with a slight aroma of wine.

Orochimaru stiffened his body in astonishment, and then felt a random biting.That person seemed to be tearing with all his strength, even with the deepest despair in his movements, as if he wanted to burn all his enthusiasm in this kiss... and then, never look back!

He lowered his head, but in those sober blue eyes, was there any haziness or trance?

"Everyone is in trouble!"

Orochimaru broke away fiercely, and read his full name in the coldest tone.This person he has always regarded as his disciple, actually...

Reaching out to wipe away the blood from his lips, Orochimaru looked coldly, "You're crazy!"

"As expected of Mr. Orochimaru, these small tricks must not be hidden... Yes, I already understood."

Everyone bowed their heads in silence for a long time, and then when they raised their heads again, they had the usual smile on their faces.

He smiled like this, but it seemed like he was crying.

"So, I can only use this method to make myself give up."

He looked deeply at the powerful and cruel man, but there was a bit of relief on his face.

"Teacher Orochimaru, do you know?"

He said seriously, word for word, "I like you."

"I've liked you since a long time ago."

"Even now, I can't control my heart, and I can't keep my eyes on you."

"It is not the respect and love between the master and the disciple, but the love for the partner."

"As a disciple, as a man, I covet your tenderness more and more day by day."

"However, I understand better than anyone else, Oshemaru-sensei, even if you can give someone tenderness, you won't stop for anyone at all."

"I, am I right?"

He smiled wryly, and continued, "What are you looking for, what you want to get no matter what? I have no way of knowing all of these. But, I have understood a little bit since a long time ago, those things Things have even penetrated into your blood, and you will not give up even if you are smashed to pieces... If it is not like this, how can even gender and identity make me shrink back so easily?"

From those icy golden eyes, what he saw first was coldness and indifference, and then a deeply suppressed tenderness, but when he was attracted by that tenderness, he discovered many other things. Hate, endless injuries.

"It is precisely because I love you from the bottom of my heart that I can't let you have the slightest reluctance. I hope you can smile, I hope you can be happy, I hope you can live forever, safe and happy."

Everyone looked at the black-haired man, his eyes were calmer and gentler than ever.He breathed deeply, as if he could draw strength from the air.

"However, my selfishness made it impossible for me to leave like this. Teacher Oshemaru, even if you are bored or hated, I just hope that I can occupy a corner of your heart, or just a thin phantom, so that in the After a long, long time, you can still remember that there was a man named Unstable, who existed like a fool, so I am satisfied."

After saying all this, seeing the man's indifferent expression bit by bit, looking at his golden eyes shining with inorganic light, the blond young man showed the most brilliant smile.Teacher Oshemaru, there is one thing that even you yourself have never understood, but I know it clearly.

How cruel is how much he cares.

Orochimaru-sensei, you are such a person.

He has a bright smile, blond hair, blue eyes, so deeply beautiful, as if he wants to engrave this moment in someone's mind forever - even at the cost of all the "later".Then he took a step back, staring deeply at the black-haired man, the despair and nostalgia in his eyes were so deep and hot, and he smiled unabashedly.

"Teacher Orochimaru,"

He said softly, with blood stains on his lips, "Goodbye."

################### Country of Vortex.

Even if it was just a simple visit, Konoha's "Three Ninjas" and some elite ninjas were all present, both as a show of respect and... a deterrent.

The country of Uzumaki is just a small country that doesn't even have a ninja village, but with its superior geographical location, both sides of the alliance with the country of fire have shown great interest.

Orochimaru sat kneeling behind the third generation in a standard posture, with his eyes lowered, and the dancing girl in front of him couldn't get a single look from him.

Bo Feng Jie Ren knelt and sat beside him, the distance between them was less than half a foot.

But even if the eyes meet occasionally, the blond young man can show a smile as usual.

"Teacher Orochimaru."

As he said this, the feeling of intimacy seemed to disappear suddenly, leaving only the usual respect.Just like an ordinary disciple, the greatest degree of emotion that can be shown.

But those blue eyes, as refined and beautiful as the sky, seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice when facing him.It's not hard, as if it would break if touched, but it does exist.

Those hidden undercurrents, no one can see.

Orochimaru turned his head slightly, and nodded slightly as usual, his golden eyes seemed to reflect no one's figure, cold and indifferent.

But as long as he slightly twitches the corners of his mouth, as long as there is a little softness in those eyes, they can be extremely gorgeous.

He looked at the well-dressed woman who walked out slowly, with crimson hair, pure black eyes, and a blush on her fair face, he called her extremely gentle.

Orochimaru slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

fair enough.