Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 50 Foraging
Human beings are very sensitive to external information. Normal people’s emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all psychological activities naturally expressed by receiving various information from the external world. Therefore, the book Four Philosophy There is a principle: Matter determines consciousness.

To put it simply, the red-nosed old man and Hui Mina were disgusted by Mizuki...

"Grandpa, I want to go out to see the blue sky and white clouds, and I don't want to face this man here." Huimina rolled her eyes.

The red-nosed old man nodded sharply, put the porridge on the ground, and then hurriedly shouted: "Together, together!"

The grandpa and grandson ran out of the tent decisively—attention, they were running, not walking.

"Hey! Hey! Don't go!"

Seeing the grandpa and grandson going away, Mizuki habitually stretched out his left canine teeth and bit his lower lip with a very puzzled face.

"Strange, isn't my handsome and handsome face enough to conquer that woman? Isn't it said that girls nowadays like warm men? Could it be that my smile just now wasn't warm enough?"

In the empty tent, a white-haired man who seemed to be seriously ill suddenly opened his mouth and made some strange expressions: "Heh... ha... hee... hey..."

"Well, every smile is very warm, it's not my problem, it's that woman's ignorance." Mizuki decided that "that woman just now was face blind".

After finishing these meaningless things, Mizuki moved his buttocks, picked up the bowl on the ground as if he was weak, and poured the preserved egg porridge into his mouth without using a spoon.

As for why the old man would make a bowl of preserved egg porridge instead of a stack of seaweed rice balls, Mizuki didn't bother to find out. In the world of Naruto, Tiantian, a weapon upstart, wears a cheongsam every day. Generations have regarded Baguaquan as a unique skill, a flower planter's thing, but Masashi Kishimoto forcibly inserted it, and Mizuki couldn't do anything about it.

Putting down the bowl, Mizuki closed his eyes.

A trace of chakra, as thin as a needle thread, suddenly disintegrates in the meridians, and a faint green light penetrates the meridians and melts into the stomach.

Through the blessing of body energy, the gastrointestinal motility in the body is accelerated to secrete gastric acid, and the preserved egg porridge just eaten is quickly digested into protein and glucose. More than 50 trillion cells in the body are frantically absorbing these nutrients. In less than a second, a bowl full of preserved eggs Porridge is truly "eat without residue" by Mizuki.

"Tsk... I have to try another kind of pure energy."

Mizuki stood up and stretched.

There was a light crackling sound, and the bones all over his body rubbed against each other, making Mizuki feel like he was alive again.

Then, with a grunt, his stomach rumbled relentlessly.

An unprecedented hunger welled up in my heart.

Facts have proved that a bowl of preserved egg porridge cannot save Mizuki's empty stomach that has not filled food for several days.

"Okay, I need to get my stomach full before I get that little ferret and work on another pure energy."

Mizuki touched his growling stomach, and walked out of the tent in a leisurely manner.

The dazzling sunlight suddenly covered his face, causing the man who hadn't seen the sun for several days to squint his eyes.

The next moment, a vast and boundless prairie came into his eyes like a gap.

He raised his head.

In the intoxicatingly blue sky, there are a few white clouds floating in a comfortable parade. The golden sun is cast from the very center of the sky and scattered all over the land. The endless grassland is illuminated by the sun, and a group of rhinos and ostriches are in order. Enjoying the delicacy of green grass orderly on this prairie, more than a dozen tents like yurts are piled together, white and pure, desperately reflecting the sunshine, the bulging and shining appearance is really like a little sun.

As soon as Mizuki stepped out of the curtain of the tent, he remained motionless and stayed where he was.

He gazed greedily at everything within sight.

"This scenery...not bad." He muttered to himself.

A gust of wind blows, not too big or too small, but enough to make a person's hair flutter.

A beautiful woman was walking not far away, turning her head inadvertently, and a young man in black clothes with long white hair entered her eyes.

That eye-catching long white hair, driven by the wind, fluttered just right, neither messy nor quiet, just right things looked very beautiful in the wind.

"Hee hee," Huimina just glanced at this, covered her mouth and chuckled, and muttered in her gentle and melodious voice, "It's so stupid."

Mizuki seemed to be aware that someone was watching him, but when he came back to his senses, he couldn't find the trace of that gaze.

He lowered his head slightly.

Speaking of which, it didn't take long to come to this world.

But time is like this, it passes at a steady and constant speed, and then it is judged by various subjective consciousnesses as to whether it is fast or slow, and when some smart people wake up, time does not matter whether it is fast or slow, it will pass by in a real way no more.

"Maybe I'm too subjective?" Mizuki's eyes, which had been squinted by the light, suddenly opened slowly.

He put on a faint smile, natural but cold.

Personality is a business card that is most easily exposed by human beings. After Mizuki came to this world, he decided to make this business card useless, except for Tsubaki.

However, he had already severed all ties with Tsubaki.

"The letter sent by Sai should be in the hands of that girl." Mizuki muttered silently in his heart.

After talking, he went to look for food.

The red-nosed old man's caravan was very large, and naturally there were many people, but whenever Mizuki went to talk to him, the person involved would always hide XZ as if he had seen a ghost.

"Strange, did I say that I don't pay for food? Why do these guys run away when they see me? I just want to save money and trade some food with them."

Mizuki turned around when he couldn't find a target to strike up a conversation with.

There is no need to ask others to meet what you want as you think. Since these people are unwilling to communicate with him, then he will spend some time hunting.

When Mizuki left the caravan camp, the members of the caravan finally got together, chattering and discussing something, it was very lively.

"Did you see that man just now?"

"Of course I saw it, my God, it's really scary!"

"It's scary, but it's also pitiful."

"Yes, yes, yes, I heard that this man was the cause of the panic yesterday!"

"No wonder, where he..."

Just when the adults were whispering about Mizuki, a little boy suddenly came over and answered with a smile: "It must be a good thing for Niglo sauce!"

The adults were speechless.

At this time, Mizuki was on the other side of the grassland, and he was also speechless, but his speechlessness was actually nothing to say.

There are many animals on the grassland, but this should be the edge of the grassland. When he actually saw the living things, he had already walked for half an hour.

A solitary old sheep was lying weakly on the grassland. It seemed that it lacked physical strength and could not keep up with the migration of the flock, so it was abandoned here - this is of course Mizuki's personal guess.

Mizuki stepped forward without hesitation.

He didn't feel any pity, which was a luxury in front of personal hunger.

He came to the old sheep and raised his hand.

"Don't...don't kill me!"

(End of this chapter)