[Comprehensive] Dream Commissary

Feng Lulu stood in front of Itachi and Sasuke's bed, resignedly holding the tray.

Namikaze Minato is injecting nutritional supplements into these two brave young men with skillful techniques.

To be honest, Feng Lulu was already a little suspicious.

She wondered if Uchiha Itachi chose this method of losing both sides because he could not convince Sasuke.

You don't have to think about those bad things when you lie in bed.

Doesn't he have such an idea?

Although Uchiha Itachi doesn't look like this kind of person, but people can't judge by appearance.

For example, he doesn't look like a shaker from his face.

But things backfired.

One kaleidoscope is facing the other kaleidoscope, and as long as it is not Shishui's pair of gods, everything else can be regarded as stupid tricks.

To use one's own strengths to attack others' strengths, there are so many ways but to choose this one, is definitely out of your mind.

But in the same way, Uchiha Itachi has a shrewd face, and he doesn't look stupid.

But Sasuke had just opened the kaleidoscope, and his pupil power was much stronger than him.

So is he stupid?

The potions for Itachi and Sasuke were provided by Shisui.

Originally, Feng Lulu was worried about how to give them injections.

The medical ninja of the Hashirama period did not master this skill, and the medical ninja of Shisui World who mastered this skill could not see Itachi and Sasuke here.

Fortunately, Namikaze Minato stood up.

He will inject anything.

Seeing his skillful technique, Feng Lulu sighed.

War can really teach people a lot.

Even in Konoha Village, where Senju Tsunade proposed the "Medical Ninja Training Plan", not every team had medical ninjas during World War III.

Therefore, every ninja on the battlefield has learned some potion application and emergency treatment.

"Thank you……"

Feng Lulu felt a little embarrassed.

After all, they have to take care of the sick or something...

"It's nothing." Namikaze Minato smiled, and then glanced at Kushina beside him.

"How can I say that I used to be the Fourth Hokage, and taking care of the people in my village is what I should do."

Kushina also nodded vigorously.

So, do they still consider the descendants of these two Uchihas to be their own?

Even if one of them has been designated as rebellious by the village.

At this time, Feng Lulu really wanted the two consultants to listen to what they had said about the Fourth Hokage.

After packing away the discarded medical equipment, Lulu and Kushina made lunch together.

Unlike her fiery personality, Kushina is very good at cooking and cooks very quickly.

Of course, this is also thanks to Namikaze Minato who always comes to help.

For example, cracking eggs or washing vegetables, the fourth generation is willing to help.

Because of this matter, Feng Lulu often stared at Zhujian who was sitting on the side.

That look is really quite scary.

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After lunch, rare customers came to the commissary.

It's Gintoki that I haven't seen for a long time.

Really long time no see.

Since he told Feng Lulu three years ago that he would join the Fighters of Barbarians, he never came again.

Includes wig and dwarf fir.

Obviously at that time, Feng Lulu was sure that those two boys were also in the grove.

As a result, none of them came for three years.

I'm really worried about her.

You clearly agreed that if you were hurt or sad, you should remember to come to her.

The results one by one...

"...Ah, do you remember that somewhere in this world there is still an aunt in the commissary who misses you?"

Feng Lulu sat behind the counter with her legs crossed, trying to create a "big brother in society" look.

It's a pity that the counter blocked her upturned Erlang legs, so she didn't show the corresponding momentum at all, but looked like an abandoned woman.

"I'm sorry, this beautiful lady! In Yinsang's poor life, it seems that I have never seen such a beautiful person as you! If I have seen you, I will never forget it!"

Hmph, do you know that you want to save your own fate with sweet words?

What is this game about?

Feng Lulu knew very well that the corners of her mouth still had traces of cream cake.

If this can be called a "beautiful lady" in Sakata Gintoki's mouth...

That could only mean cake.

"Okay."

Rolling her eyes, Feng Lulu consciously cut a piece and handed it to him.

I have to say that this cake jointly made by Kushina and Namikaze Minato exudes sweetness from the inside to the outside.

But the two of them couldn't eat it.

After cutting Naruto in half, the rest went to Feng Lulu.

"Thank you! lady!"

Yinshi took the plate from Feng Lulu's hand in a circle.

"How have you been doing these past few years?"

Walking out of the counter to get him a box of strawberry milk, Feng Lulu saw that the silver curly hair was about to throw his whole face into the plate, and couldn't help but want to knock his head down.

But she still held her hand.

She looked at the boy carefully, trying to see through the clothes to see if there were any scars on his body.

"Are you injured?"

The guy managed to find time out of the cake: "Does hemorrhoids count?"

Feng Lulu pushed his head into the plate.

"Do you believe that I will give your chrysanthemum to [beep——]?"

"sorry!"

With a creamy face on his face, Gintoki lay on the floor of the canteen in a tiger landing style.

He really hasn't changed at all...

"Alright, alright."

After cutting a piece of cake again, Feng Lulu pulled Yinshi up from the ground.

"The clothes are so clean... You can tell from this look that you are doing well."

At this time, Gintoki was wearing the "White Yasha Special Battle Uniform" that he wore in countless plot memories.

"You are so lazy, so you must not wash the clothes yourself. Why... have a girlfriend?"

Beads of sweat dripped down Yinshi's face.

"No! Yinsang is not yet an adult! She is just a child! Faced with me like this! How could you think that someone would have a girlfriend who would take care of my food, sleep, and laundry!"

"... Hurry up and find one."

Feng Lulu held her chin.

"The sword has no eyes, and it is quite dangerous on the battlefield. In case you accidentally lose your [beep-beep--], at least finding a girlfriend now can help you get rid of the sad life of an older roommate in the future gone."

"...Why Yinsang will definitely become a sad older dt!"

Yinshi obviously felt that Feng Lulu's consideration was unreasonable.

"Let me tell you, Yinsang is like a leader in the team of people with lofty ideals! They all yearn for Yinsang very much!"

Seeing his proud look, Feng Lulu couldn't help but sigh.

It is useless for you to deny it.

At least, I am very clear.When you were 28 years old, you were still a poor boss who was dun for debts every day.

They can't even pay wages for child labor, and the dogs they raise can't even get enough dog food.

Child labor can only eat eggs and bibimbap every day, so they can't afford to pay...

You are such a pathetic existence!

(Child labor and dogs are too edible is also the reason!)

"The reason why you became the leader is that you are still wearing this extremely conspicuous white dress... Yes, there is a special person to wash it for you..."

Feng Lulu is merciless.

"Your role is completely a target, right? Wearing white clothes on the battlefield is not a strategy set by Aoshan!? You are actually a target who is responsible for killing people on the front line and soliciting hatred!"

"That's because I, Yinsang, am strong and reliable."

Yinshi is obviously very proud of this.

I just don't know if it's true or not.

"Xiaoshan is standing in front of the formation, and the people behind probably can't see the back of his head. Such a height can't lead everyone."

Are you so proud of being so taller than the short fir? ! (difference between 177 and 170)

Are you not afraid of taking such a big risk?

"The back of your dirty, silvery curls won't lead all to the glorious dawn."

Feng Lulu stared at him with contempt.

"... At least it's better than looking at the empty head of the wig, right? He doesn't have anything in his mind, and if he's not careful, he can fly into the sky like a balloon."

"In short, Yinsang, my strength is recognized!"

The deliberately beating smile made Feng Lulu's fists itch.

"Since you know! Just pay attention to your own safety, okay?"

Feng Lulu patted Silver Curly Hair's left abdomen violently.

He staggered in pain and knelt down.

"Since you know someone is hurt, be gentle! Girls should be gentle, cute and considerate..."

"Shut up you!"

At this moment, he actually still had the heart to say these things.

Blood seeped a few red dots on his snow-white cloak.

"When did you get hurt?"

Feng Lulu helped him take off his coat.

"It's already bandaged. You know, Yinsang's blood volume is comparable to that of a faucet..."

Feng Lulu pressed hard on the bleeding place.

The curly hair jumped up.

"Hey, hey! Take care of the wounded, okay?!"

"Since you know you are wounded, just shut up honestly."

Holding Yin Shi's right arm, Feng Lulu helped him into the living room.

"Wait a minute, I'll call Hashirama."

"Have you said everything..."

Feng Lulu stared, Yin Shi didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Okay, okay... I really can't do anything about you..."