Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Winding the second, confirm the beheading.

Their respective crows fluttered their wings and flew to various places with this exciting news. The Thousand-handed Buddha stood calmly in the mountains of another world. In a trance, I seemed to hear the proud laughter of Mr. Hashirama.

Two muffled voices broke my thoughts, and I came back to my senses, and saw two wobbly and unstable people beside me clenched their teeth and persisted.

During the period of fighting for me to release Mu Dun, they inevitably inhaled some ice crystal poison.

I suddenly panicked: "Miss Butterfly..."

Zongzhu with a serious expression stepped forward and took out two syringes, injected them into the two respectively, and judged calmly: "The toxin inhaled is not much, here is the antidote that has just been prepared, don't move around for a while, problem It's not big, it will recover by dawn."

"Great, Miss Butterfly is so reliable!"

I cheer.

Miss Butterfly, who put away the first aid kit, didn't answer the call, but just looked at me with an incomprehensible smile.

"?" I looked back in confusion.

The scene seemed a little quiet for a while.

Mr. Fengzhu Bushichuan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly smacked, and after attracting our attention, he turned his head aside, as if he was suddenly facing a lotus pond that was split in half and filled with enormous water. interest of.

Mr. Purgatory next to him was full of energy, his eyes were different, but his eyes were out of focus, for fear that people would not know that he was in a daze openly.

Tanjiro, who had just rushed over, raised his nose slightly, grabbed the knife and shouted loudly, "I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do" and rushed out the same way he rushed in.

So only the silent Miss Butterfly remained.

Seeing Miss Butterfly who seemed about to say something, I hesitated, stepped forward cautiously, and hugged her gently.

Surrounded by the strange scent of medicine and wisteria, I whispered in a whisper, but in a voice that everyone present could hear, "Miss Butterfly, the poisons of Mr. Purgatory and Mr. Immortal River have been released, you Do you want to take some time to deal with the toxins on your body?"

"Look, he—" I pointed to the ground, "he's all gone to hell, and there's still a long, long time left."

"Pfft," Miss Butterfly's suddenly relaxed voice came from above her head. She cooperated with me and responded in a low voice, "It makes sense."

In those foggy eyes, stars finally fell into them, shining brightly, very beautiful.

……

"However, Huahua," I heard the inquiry from Miss Butterfly who didn't know when to change her words during the tedious waiting. She seemed really puzzled, and the ending sound rose, "'Miss Butterfly'?"

My toes scratched the ground silently, my eyes wandered, a little embarrassed.

Why, I'm not the only one who can't control his mouth when he fights, fights!

Look at the Hei Changzhi who shouted "Hash Lama", and then look at the Hei Changzhi who responded loudly with "Madala"!

"Hahahaha!" Mr. Purgatory laughed and extended a warm invitation to me, "Hua, do you want to come and exchange ideas when you get back!"

My eyes lit up, and I immediately forgot all my previous thoughts.

Mister Purgatory!Take the initiative to invite!

Another fire-like sun that rose and burned against the dawn that day, that move of Profound Truth Purgatory, has made my heart itch for a long time.

"Okay, okay, okay!" I nodded again and again, holding his hand excitedly, not paying attention to his slightly stiff posture, and thankfully: "Mr. Purgatory! Understand people's hearts!"

Miss Butterfly laughed a little, and brought me back who was excited for a second, and sat down: "Even if you want to compete, you have to wait for the injury to improve, don't be in such a hurry."

On the other side, Mr. Undead Chuan, who was lying looking up at the sky, sneered loudly at whom he didn't know.

Blue veins popped out of Miss Butterfly's forehead.

Ah, I feel that Miss Butterfly is much more lively.

It's a good thing, a good thing.

This time I reached out and held her down.

"Miss Butterfly, Miss Butterfly... Miss Shinobi!"

I obediently pushed it down.

Sure enough, I cared about this, and I sat down next to her dumbfounded.

In order to avoid the sudden childish three-pin fight boringly, or being beaten on one side, I put my hands on my chin, trying to find something to say.

Where do I start...

I pull my mind away.

From the beginning, I just wanted to avoid acquaintances, to hunting ghosts in the deep forest, and was exposed because of saving people, and ended up being enshrined as a god.

"...I didn't expect to have faith, which allowed the weak Fu Sangshen to breathe. So he cannibalized and cleaned up the ghosts around him, and finally got the title of patron saint of that area, and he couldn't escape..."

Because what I said was too sad, things backfired and my puzzled tone was too amused, which made the atmosphere at the scene very relaxed.

"So, I secretly returned the things, and as a result... As a result," I became more and more indignant as I spoke, "As a result, all the things I sent back were things that I couldn't return, wow... I just came back from death People, who have nothing but Yan Rong, can only go to the mountains to collect some medicinal materials and send them back as reward..."

"... Then there is the matter of Mr. Purgatory. I rushed all the way since I received the news that day. It was so dangerous that I almost missed it." Looking at Yan Zhu who was listening to me attentively, I still had lingering fears, "Then We are still not familiar with each other, I have to stop Mr. Purgatory while I am fighting, and if I can't think about it, I will rush up and fight hard. On the day I am tired, I swear that I will never be a support again, it is too difficult..."

"It's the most enjoyable to rush to the front with a knife in person! Don't you bear it!" I started to get excited.

"Yes~ yes!" The person I called looked at me and smiled while holding his chin.

After being affirmed, I nodded confidently and started another topic.

"So I've been away for more than a month, I didn't expect these people to still remember me," I counted with my fingers, "That kid said he went into the mountains to pick wild vegetables, but he got lost and was caught by those... Blissful believers brought it in, because they were not deceived by their belief in the gods, but they were instead taken by ghosts."

"She also found out that this leader is similar to the ghost I have been beheading all this time, so she called to me with the last hope... I heard it."

"God..." Miss Shinobu who was sitting next to me repeated softly, "It's really easy to be regarded as such for what Huahua did."

"How could it be!" I shook my head in extreme resistance, "I didn't save the world, how can I afford this."

"Just doing what I can do with my ability, and being regarded as a god or something... Where does this put you who have been doing more and longer?"

"Anyway, I don't believe in God." I pouted.

"You don't believe it?" Mr. Bushichuan, who had been closing his eyes as if he didn't listen, opened his eyes, and those eyes that were bloodshot red from excitement looked at me oppressively.

"Of course I don't believe it!" I looked straight at him not to be outdone, "Why should I believe it? We've been relying on ourselves all along, isn't it the same way? Saving people, saving ourselves, dying, surviving, without the participation of gods, isn't it the same way? Yet?"

"If our struggles all this time are completely covered up by a mere sentence of 'God bless', I—" I paused, and suppressed the radical words I was about to utter, leaving only one question to whom I don't know:

"Why!"

"Not bad—you," Mr. Undead Chuan grinned, the scar on his face made his smile look a bit hideous, and there was a dull laugh coming from his chest, but the question he asked hit the nail on the head: " But isn’t that knife of yours a god!”

"I didn't sign the contract with Yan Rong because he is Fu Sangshen," I interrupted, "Yan Rong is my knife, my stealthy dick, and my partner who can share my life!...Is it Yan Rong? melt?"

The knife who has been silent at hand agrees with Sakura Blizzard.

I turned my head, imitating Mr. Ban showing one part cool, two parts sneering, three parts careless and four parts taking it for granted - a very self-contained demeanor, raised my chin and raised eyebrows at Bushichuan, signaling: Look!

Mr. Undead Chuan, whose face was covered by the cherry blossom petals that were all aimed at him, didn't even bat an eye, and seemed more interested. He sat up with strength on his waist and abdomen, and uttered Mr. Purgatory to me. Second invitation:

"Hey, do you want to - fight with Breath of the Wind?"

"Oh!" I got what he meant and praised, "I always thought that I was the only one who believed in the exchange of feelings while fighting. Didn't expect you to think so too!"

"You think so." Mr. Bushichuan looked at me unexpectedly.

"Yes, yes!" My butt gradually left the ground and moved forward... I was caught in the air by the collar.

My eyes sparkled, and I kept leaning forward and continued to output in the direction of those two people: "Unlike the language that can be covered up with lies, fighting--you can't lie. The inner awareness, the persistence of martial arts, and even It's the mood, the thoughts, all of which can be seen through the battle!"

Cherry blossoms formed by condensed spiritual power fell on this person, warming the body that was full of new wounds and old wounds, this Fengzhu who always used a ferocious appearance to hide himself let out a sound that he didn't know what it meant With a hum, he took the lead to look away.

Once again I won a complete victory in the eye-to-eye, and I snorted back triumphantly, and obediently sat back along the increasingly heavy pulling force behind me.

Miss Butterfly's antidote is excellent. While waiting for the poison to be metabolized by itself, the three pillars sat or leaned relaxedly, allowing me to tell stories from different places.

The three stepsons of Mr. Purgatory are also very good, each guarding around the transferred crowd, guarding against the evil spirits in the night.

Everyone is waiting for dawn.

At this time, around [-] o'clock in the morning, there were still nearly four hours before sunrise.

Days have changed.

The moon disappeared into the dark clouds, the wind changed its direction, the forest shone, and warned me, there was a smell of ghosts in the wind.

This strong wind pressure...is the Twelve Ghost Moons.

I looked to the southwest with some awareness, at the upper air outlet, on top of a huge tree, stood a pink-haired fighting spirit.

The red blouse was blown up by Lin Feng, revealing a large number of tattoos on his body, and the murderous intent all over his body turned into a real fighting spirit, agitating like breathing.

It is Yiwo seat.

Accompanied by the sound of three swords being unsheathed, the person beside me who was recovering from his injuries quickly entered a state of preparation for battle.

I didn't move.

I am in the forest, and the tentacles of the forest are my senses.

Lin Feng told me that this winding ghost was shaking in his heart.

Even if his killing intent is stronger, even if at this time, my side has no complete combat power, my heart is still calm.

Or even on the contrary, there is a crazy idea popping up.

I stood up, walked past Undead Kawasami who was standing unsteadily, and stretched out my hand to grab the hand that he raised the knife and slashed at me; I walked over Purgatory Kyojuro who was holding the knife, and held his cold hand that was almost the same temperature as mine, Slowly put the knife back into its sheath; then put on the shoulder of Butterfly Shinobu who was standing in the front, and pulled her behind with unbearable strength.

Finally, stand in front of them, set up your knife, and stand still.

"—Are you here to look for me?" I collided my eyes with the silent Yiwoza.

Under the dim, little moonlight, he jumped down from the highest point, and with the howling wind and the shaking of the ground, he stood firmly below, raging with fighting spirit, and was crushing a platform.

'My lord, have you decided yet? '

Sensing my surge of life force, Yan Rong was the first to react and also the first to understand me, he confirmed to me again.

The moon, poking out from the clouds.

By the cold moonlight, I saw the big naginata whose cracks had been repaired to a small extent, and the blade was shining brightly.

In return for killing Tong Mo, the world generously gave gifts, and both Yan Rong and I have reaped a lot.

A fight is enough.

'Yes,' I held my half-height in front of my hands, and solemnly requested: 'So, please, Yan Rong. '

"Of course, I also said it, my lord." Dao Jian Fu's mournful laugh was full of arrogance, "Since you have protected my blade from being broken, I will protect your heart from now on." '

'—Don't worry, leave it all to me! '

So I let go of my hand with confidence, the handle of the naginata fell, and plunged into the ground, vibrating, buzzing, and invisible spiritual energy swayed, accompanied by the burst of pale pink spring cherry blossoms that became materialized, and the pair of the same color Her pink eyes closed, and Hanako's body fell silently.

The forest leaves with a radius of [-] meters were enveloped by spiritual pressure, and the green leaves were swept up and flew high into the sky. A taller girl walked out of the dancing leaves.

Black hair, black eyes, looks about the same age as Butterfly Ninja, wearing white and green exercise clothes, fair skin, exquisite facial features, long breath like a forest, and sharp eyes like knives.

The girl turned her head slightly, and showed a bright smile to the surprised friend: "Everyone, it's the first time we meet——can you please take a look at Hanako's body for me first?"

"Trust me," I blinked at the three tired supporters who had fought fiercely in the middle of the night, "I——come as soon as I go!"

Without looking back, the girl strode out, brushing past the buzzing naginata, stepping on the surface of the water where lotus petals and lotus leaves float, and the gentle forest wind that only cares about her gently brushed her clothes, bringing the crystal clear drops, drips, and smudges.

I walked forward to the fighting spirit who was patiently waiting for me, and met his eyes burning with unknown emotions.

He let out a breath of turbid air, lowered his shoulders, and made a standard thousand-hand fluid technique sparring and invitation gesture.

"Konoha, Thousand Hand Flowers!"

"—Please enlighten me!"