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Sitting quietly on the head of that person's bed, Feng Feng Jieren glanced at his handsome but pale face, eyes that hadn't been opened for a long time, and tightly pressed lips that seemed hard but soft.Long black hair mixed with a dash of gray and white hangs softly on both sides of this man's cheeks, leaving only peace on his face.

The motionless man in front of him is Sannin Orochimaru, who is well-known in the ninja world, and is the teacher he has been looking up to, as if he couldn't even touch his back.

Feng Fengjie still sat quietly, but his hands trembled involuntarily.He stretched out an index finger, and traced the hair and face of this person in detail - at this moment, this person who is so fragile that he seems to never wake up again, is he still the powerful Orochimaru that no one can defeat?

He had been in a coma for three whole months, and even his breathing gradually became weaker.No one said anything, but their pale and dejected looks said it all.

No matter how surprised and desperate he was when he learned the secret, he believed that nothing could compare to seeing this person with his own eyes... watching the most important person in his heart go to death step by step.

There was no sadness anymore, he just felt that his heart was soaked in water, suffocated and numb.

Even knowing the reason, he still couldn't stop feeling ridiculous.This man will die like this?Orochimaru teacher, how could he die like this?

The feeling as if all his beliefs collapsed overnight made him feel that all the time had been stretched endlessly, and he was the only one standing in the center of the universe.

Konoha's responsibility... Hokage's responsibility...

Everyone in the wind slowly sketched a smile.He lowered his head, looked at this person's face carefully again and again, and whispered as if he was afraid of disturbing something, "Mr. Oshemaru, I admit defeat."

Even though he understands the responsibility that Hokage shoulders, how many people are there who can remain indifferent while watching their loved ones go to death?Such a person, either has great benevolence, or has no heart at all.

And he is a man of all kinds, neither an unintentional person nor a benevolent person who can take on this role.

He wanted to protect the people in the village, and wanted to be a competent Hokage, so even though he thought of that method during this year, he still hesitated until now.

Hokage exists to protect the village, so the life of Hokage is also the same.He didn't spare his own life, but he couldn't leave everyone behind so easily... But now, he understood.

It is absolutely impossible for him to watch Mr. Oshemaru go to death.What's more, if you can't even save the person you want to protect the most, how can you talk about protecting the whole village?

Having figured everything out, his expression today was extraordinarily calm, and he was no longer as anxious as before.

He leaned over and kissed the man on the lips, and looked at the sleeping man in a daze, "Mr. Oshemaru, you can't stop me now, right?"

The corners of Feng Feng's mouth twitched, revealing a sly smile similar to when he was a child, but in this smile, there was three points of idiocy, six points of astringency, and a touch of satisfaction.

The young Hokage stood up and took out a scroll that was sealed in layers.

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Something kept coming over.

The warm breath wrapped him layer by layer, and then slowly but firmly seeped into his blood.Orochimaru even had an illusion, as if that kind of warmth is full of fresh life, even a dark and cold person like him can have a gentle illusion because of this heat.

Eyes, ears, mouth, he couldn't avoid it, he could only let this warmth engulf him, and all his internal organs were immersed in it, as if he had returned to his mother's womb, safe and full of hope.

Even though he was alone, he no longer felt lonely.He waited quietly like a baby, and then involuntarily closed his eyes in this unspeakable peace of mind.

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When Orochimaru woke up, he felt that something was faintly off track.

His body was healthy and powerful, his hair was black and smooth, a sense of fullness flowed through his body, which also brought a strange sense of warmth.

He has never had such a feeling that no matter where he goes, he will always be accompanied by someone—even if it is the soul contract with the mirror, it is not like this.It was more like a confluence, a fusion!

Fusion!

Thinking of something suddenly, Orochimaru appeared in Hokage's office in an instant.

The old man put on his white robe again, his expression full of disappointment.He saw him appearing suddenly, although he was taken aback, he didn't show any surprise.

Orochimaru took two steps forward, but no figure was reflected in his golden eyes.

"Master Sarutobi..."

He asked slowly and without emotion, his voice was low and calm, but it seemed to contain a huge storm, "Ji Ren, where is he?"

The third Hokage lowered his eyes, not looking at the expression on his beloved disciple's face, he said in a calm tone with a trembling voice, "The fourth Hokage is a man of all kinds, in the battle with the kingdom of water, already... ...sacrificed."

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Orochimaru let go of all the spiritual power in his body, and stood against the wind in this deserted place. If it was in the world of Shinigami, someone would be amazed by the extremely thick spiritual power.

He closed his eyes, and sure enough, not even a spirit channel appeared in front of his eyes.He sneered, and sure enough, this world is different from the world of Death God.

However, as long as there is a god of death, as long as there is a soul...

"Human, are you calling me?"

Not long after, a deep and majestic voice rang in my ears.

The Shinigami of the Naruto World really looks very different, not only ugly, covered in a layer of black mist, but also greedy, from the fact that he can make deals with people through the technique of blocking ghouls.

Orochimaru raised the corners of his lips, swung his knife and stabbed!

The god of death wailed extremely, and looked at the gloomy man in front of him with unbelievable eyes, "Who are you! You can actually hurt me!"

He was obviously extremely angry, but still looked down at him with a look down on him, aloof and extremely arrogant.

Sure enough... the god of death in this world...

"Is it rotten?"

Orochimaru looked at the huge black shadow lightly, as if looking at a pile of foul-smelling corpses.

This endless time has worn away all his vigilance, and he actually feels that he is the only powerful existence in this world.

Aside from that pile of useless arrogance, this Grim Reaper only has the skin of a "god", but has no power to rival it.Even so, he still wanted to protect the dignity of God——Oshemaru slightly raised the corners of his lips, "It's really... stupid."

[Warning, stop attacking the god of death immediately! ] Orochimaru paused, but the next second the blade he swung was still resolutely cutting into the body of Shinigami.

[Stop attacking the god of death immediately!STOP NOW! ] Tsk, it seems that the so-called gods also have such anxious moments?The voice became more urgent and more severe, echoing in his ears over and over again, but he turned a deaf ear to it.

He knew why the god was so eager.If a world wants to seek balance, it must have both yin and yang. For example, the present world is in the world of corpses and souls, and the god of death is in the world of Naruto.

The yin side of this world is controlled by the god of death, so destroying him is tantamount to destroying the balance of this world. From then on, those dead souls have nothing to rely on, and babies only have a shape but not a soul. ——In a few decades, this world will completely collapse.

Orochimaru smiled slightly, but the knife in his hand was cutting faster and faster.The god of death finally realized the huge gap between the two, and had no choice but to beg for mercy loudly after trying to escape to no avail.

The patterns on the mirror, water and moon bloomed enchantingly, and the black-haired man stood there alone, doing nothing but looking like the ultimate black and white, swaying a large piece of mournful light in the silent time.He lowered his head slightly, and the expression on his face was hidden in the shadows.Orochimaru caressed the pitch-black blade, his voice was cold, and he could not distinguish between emotions and anger, "A few days ago, did a Hokage named Nasty Hokage... died? How did he die?"

Of course, the dignified "Golden Flash" could not have died in the small-scale war with the Kingdom of Water, but he "can only" die there, and thinking about the fact that Jieren went to the Kingdom of Sand a while ago... I'm afraid It is also everyone's idea.On the one hand, he didn't want him to bear the burden of killing Hokage, but on the other hand...

He is the biggest fool in the world, but he is also the smartest scoundrel in the world.

"Master Death,"

Orochimaru opened his mouth, but his tone was full of sarcasm. He bent down strangely, staring at his huge eyes stained with fear, "You said, what should I do if I want to resurrect a dead person?"

"resurrection?"

The god of death looked at him in surprise, and subconsciously said, "How can it be possible to spit out what you eat..."

Then in the next second, his expression changed to panic, and he tightly covered his mouth.