Chapter 35

Even listening to him like this is disgusting, this man.

Uchiha Quanna kicked the person who was on top of him over, and the latter fell to the ground and rolled over a few times, grunted and said nothing.

After doing all this, his whole body had no strength anymore. He picked up the art form Kunai and sat cross-legged on the bed again, scratching the wrist whose blood was about to coagulate again to bleed.

"Inoue Shiro, who are you doing all this for?" Inoue Ye lay on the ground, calm as if what happened just now hadn't happened.

"...for Inokuni, for this world, for Ima Inoue, for Tomorrow Luno, for Mu Sheng, for Yehime, for Inoue Miyako..." Uchiha Izumi didn't even raise her eyelids, watching the blood resurface. Wrapping Kunai, slowly spit out names one by one.

"Who are you lying to?"

"Lie to myself..." Uchiha Izumi licked the wound, the taste of blood spread in his mouth, a little bitter.

"What did you say? The voice was too low, I didn't hear it."

Uchiha Izuna ignored him, held Kunai and began to perform the spell. The breathing of the two could be heard clearly in the quiet space. Inoue Yoro got up, picked up the lamp, but it was not lit, and patted the clothes on his clothes. The dust tactfully left.

When the whole cave fell silent, Uchiha Quanna punched the cave wall as if venting, making a dull sound as disturbing as a chest covered by dark clouds.

Then he slowly withdrew his hand, his eyes didn't know where to fall, Yaoshidou was no longer a threat, and no one could understand the dirty tricks between Inoue Ye and Qianshoufei, but this is the anime world, who knows if it will be possible Suddenly there is a disappearing secret technique that can replace the reincarnation of the dirty soil.

He changed into a suit of clothes and began to restore Chakra. He is best at physical skills, and Chakra is only for the operation of Sharingan.

He underestimated Uchiha Madara, but if he hadn't met Obito, Asuka Luno, Inoue Ima, and Yakushidou, he would not be backlashed, and naturally he would not be unable to escape Uchiha Madara's attack.

It doesn't matter, anyway, it's not once or twice.

Uchiha Izuna took out the knife from the storage scroll. He stretched out his hand to hold the black knife handle tightly, and the coldness spread from his hand. It was just an ordinary knife.

He lost his saber, which was made after the Hayate Uchiha Madara gave him.

Knives have no names, because when they have a name, it means that it is no longer a weapon for combat in a pure sense.

So Uchiha Quanna never used that knife, and Hayate broke it later.

It was a wooden knife that was sent earlier than Hayate, when Uchiha Madara was 11 years old and Uchiha Quanna was eight years old.

That was his first assignment, although it wasn't very important.

He has uniformly equipped weapons, but the wooden knife was sharpened by Madara himself from wood.

"This kind of weapon can't be used to kill people at all," he said, still hanging the knife on his waist.

"Don't pull it down," Uchiha Madara made a gesture to grab it, but Uchiha Quanna dodged it sideways, "How can you take back the gift you sent!"

The former withdrew his hand, snorted with a smile, "Get out of here." His tone was so flat that one wanted to beat him up.

Uchiha Quanna walked away without looking back, and when he arrived at his destination, he found that this was Inokuni, which had been destroyed.

The rain seems to be connected to the sky and the earth, a piece of gray, Uchiha Izumi came to this place with the team, the war ended long before it started, and the country became a cemetery.

Survivors of the war lived there, old people, children, but no middle-aged people.

"It's from the Uchiha clan!"

"What about the daimyo? And the prince, they said they would come back."

"It is said that they were killed by people from their clan."

"Kill him, they ruined the country of wells!"

"Avenge for our country!"

terrible.

Those sharp voices pierced through the eardrums, and everyone's expressions were so terrifying, so angry, as if they were going to rush over to grab themselves, cut their throats, and let the blood spray like flowers.

"I'm not from the Uchiha clan, I'm Inoue Shiro, the prince of Ino Country!" Uchiha Izumi stepped back, his heart beating violently.

"Who are you lying to! What's your name, what's printed on the back of your clothes, what's in your eyes?!"

Then he bent down to look at his own reflection in the puddle. In his blood-red eyes, a small black tadpole turned and turned.

"What is this! Why are my eyes like this? Who is the person in the water? No brown eyes, no white Furisode, no Inoue Shira!"

Uchiha Izuna suddenly came back to his senses, it was still this rainy day, the Uchiha clan's sails fluttered in the continuous drizzle, the dark clouds weighed down, the cold wind poured into the sleeves, bringing inexplicable coolness, and someone in the team spoke.

"We're going to the Land of Thunder soon."

Yes, there is only one Land of Thunder here.

His sharing eyes were opened.

Uchiha Tajima was very happy, so Uchiha Quanna was also happy, and put the matter of Inokuni aside.

Later, the wooden knife fell somewhere, and the one hanging behind it turned into Gaifeng, but it has never been used. Madara is much better than himself, and everything is perfect than himself.

It's easy to think back to the past when you're bored.

There is still a deep cave in front of him. When he went out, Inoue Ye sat cross-legged on a tree not far away, the moon hung in the middle of the tree, and his back was facing the moonlight, his face was blurred, only the person who came was visible The fiery red robes fluttered, and the black hair was like ink.

It's like a fire is burning, and one day it will consume this person.

"Go and meet Nine Tails for a while." After a pause, he looked up into the man's hazel eyes, "Let me see your strength."

Ye Inoue lowered his head and glanced at him, his handsome facial features were exposed to the moonlight, and the water in his eyes flowed, overflowing with pity in the depths.

"You really think highly of me~" He sighed and disappeared in place.

Uchiha Quanna didn't understand what he meant by the last scene.

He didn't want to understand either.

Is my approach wrong?Revenge on Inokuni is to revenge Inoue Tsu and Inoue Ye, he hates this unfair ninja world.

If he is wrong, then what is the death of Mu Sheng, A Cong and Ye Ji?

What did he do?Is it a joke!

Uchiha Izumi couldn't afford to lose, and Inoue Shira couldn't afford to lose. They were finished, and there was no way out except to keep going.

If even he is dead, then who in this world will remember Mu Sheng and the others?

too frightening.

Uchiha Quanna thought so, and then rolled up his sleeves in satisfaction, so he was not wrong at all.

"Okay, Uchiha Madara, I've seen you."

A graceful figure appeared in the shade not far away.

"Uchiha Izuna, we need to talk." There is no embarrassment of being seen through, Uchiha Madara's half body is hidden in the shadows, but the side face exposed is handsome and flawless, and the light purple reincarnation eyes are half-knocked like waves The imposing manner has already rushed towards the face, so dark that it is suffocating.

Uchiha Izuna smiled, and the blood-colored Sharingan spun up, but pressed down abruptly, and returned to a clear black color. The facial features under the moonlight were no longer as soft as before, but beautiful, and the black feathers matched his fairness. His complexion revealed a dangerous aura in his quietness, without any concealment.

"Really? I don't know what to talk about between us."

He lifted his chin lightly, his tone calm.

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