Farewell, Konoha

Chapter 210 You forced me to do this.

Asma Sarutobi, the second son of three generations, for this rebellious boy, oh no!

Now he is no longer a teenager, but has gone through vicissitudes like an uncle, his eyes are slightly absent, it seems that he has not come out of the death of the third generation.

Naoki doesn't care about this guy, whether he will die in Fei Duan's hands in the future depends on his own luck.

At this time, the red with black hair and big waves hurriedly walked, as if he wanted to catch up with what Asma said, but he stopped and looked at the rope tree.

this person……

The next moment, Sheng Shu looked away, and turned into another street with a corner of his mouth.

Hong turned his head to look over there, and then at Asma who was gradually going away, his heart sank.

Asma, sorry!
Hong turned around and walked towards the place where Shengshu disappeared. She intuitively felt that there was a problem with the other party, a very problem.

Such people, sneaking into Konoha at this time, must be treated as special attention.

Nowadays, because of the open election of the new Hokage, there are countless people who sneak into Konoha and want to vote in a panic.

Whether it is the root or the dark side, more than a dozen people can be caught every day.

As for this person, she found that no Anbu noticed that there was something wrong with this person.

Gradually quickening her pace, Hong rushed to the place where the other party disappeared, and after a sudden look, she found that the alleyway was a dead end, and there was no figure at all.

"Sure enough, this guy has a problem!"

Hong thought secretly, frowning slightly, carefully looking at the traces around, trying to find the trace of the other party leaving.

Slowly stepping into the dead end step by step, looking around, vigilant.

As she slowly deepened, a figure slowly emerged from the wall on her side, watching Hong stretch out her hand to it.

"Really, just pretend you didn't see it!" A whisper sounded in the ear.

Hong suddenly turned her head, looked at a pair of scarlet three-gou jade writing sharing eyes and slowly selected, and slowly covered her mouth with one hand.

"Writing wheel eye..."

The words in her mouth turned into finished words, and Hong was completely caught in the illusion.

As a master of illusion, she never thought that she would miss this and fall into the illusion.

Shengshu's eyes slowly returned to black pupils, and his arms stretched out to stop Hong who was about to fall, leading him to slowly disappear into the wall.

……

After a long time, Hong slowly opened his eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling above. Is this home?

His expression was a little confused, he supported his head, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he kept trying to recall in his mind: "I'll go to Asma, and then..."

While the memory kept reappearing, his expression suddenly changed, he grabbed the quilt covering his body tightly, and was about to get up.

A faint voice sounded: "I don't suggest you to act impulsively."

Hong's movements froze, and she looked to the side at Shengshu, who was drinking tea by the bed, her pupils shrank.

"It's you!"

"Well, it's me!"

Sheng Shu put down the tea slowly, turned to look at Hong on the bed, and commented to the room.

"The room sounds neat and tidy, as expected of a girl's room."

Hong was startled, and immediately realized that he was at home, how did he know.

"You seem surprised?" Sheng Shu said flatly, got up slowly, and walked towards Hong.

Hong tightly grasped the quilt on her body, watched the other party's tall figure slowly approaching, and said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

As a master of illusion, most of his means are illusion skills, but he was taken down by the opponent in what he is best at.

For a specialized ninja like Hong, this lost the biggest weapon.

Throwing off the quilt suddenly, Hong was about to escape from the room, and the next moment there was a sound of breaking through the air.

Several vines shot out, entwined around Hong's limbs in an instant, and the strong force instantly tightened, straightening Hong's body.

As the quilt fell, Hong, who was entangled by vines and his limbs tensed, appeared in a big character shape, suspended in the air.

Sheng Shu tilted his head slightly, looked at her, and said in disbelief: "You have already recognized me, and you still think about being able to escape from here, isn't it a little too small for me?"

Stretching out his hand, pinching the red chin, staring at the other party's red pupils, looking at the other party's unyielding expression, showing a funny look.

Hong showed an unyielding expression, looked at Naoshu viciously, and asked, "What do you want to do when you return to Konoha again?"

Shengshu smiled slightly: "I like the look in your eyes now, that kind of ignorance, righteousness, and the fault is the eyes of others."

"As for why I went back to Konoha, of course I came to see the play."

Letting go of his hand, Naoki moved towards the back, and a chair made of vines appeared, rising slowly and looking at Hong.

Stretching out his palm, a flower rose slowly, and said softly: "I didn't intend to alarm anyone, I just wanted to see whether Danzo would become Hokage or Kakashi would become Hokage."

"Although, I don't care who becomes Hokage, after all, the result is only slightly different for me."

After all, the roots in those two people had already spread all over their bodies.

As long as his cells are implanted, those things will be completely integrated into their bodies.

Compared with the phagocytosis of the cells between the columns, his cells are confluent.

It is more difficult to get rid of if it is directly integrated into the opponent's body than the intercolumnar cells.

Hong was a little unwilling to believe Shengshu's words, but said in a deep voice: "As the grandson of the first generation, why did you attack Konoha?"

Shengshu raised his hand and spread his palms, a flower bloomed slowly, the bright red flowers were as bright as red eyes.

Withering and withering, a crystal clear seed is covered with fine lines, like a ruby.

"Attack Konoha, no! I want to destroy Konoha, and Konoha is no longer what Konoha used to be."

"Think about Kakashi's father, the Fourth Hokage, and the Uchiha clan. Whose hands did these people die in?"

"The leaves of the tree have decayed. Since the root system of the tree has been cut off and decayed, the prosperity on the surface is only a temporary scene."

Hong wanted to refute, but Nakoki's other hand had pinched her mouth again, making a whimpering sound of struggle.

"So why don't you keep chasing Sarutobi Asma? You just came after me."

"Since chasing after me, naturally there is a price to pay. Perhaps it is a good choice to call you the person I buried in Konoha."

He stuffed the seed in his hand into Hong's mouth, but the other party lowered his tongue, unwilling to swallow it.

Seeing the opponent's struggle, Naoki showed a look of reluctance, his eyes turned into Sangouyu Sharingan, staring at the red eyes.

The latter closed his eyes instantly, and said inarticulately: "I was unprepared last time, and now I still want to use illusion to control me, can't..."

Well! ! !
The mouth was gagged, and Hong felt the seed being pushed deep into her throat.

Immediately opened his eyes, looking at the rope tree close at hand, with a smile in his eyes, as if to say that you forced me to do this.

(End of this chapter)