Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 90 Fate ([-])

Grief is everyone's right.

Old man He Yan understands sadness, it is like an unsolvable virus lurking in the human body, once it encounters even the slightest pressure, it will burst out instantly, making people feel heartbroken.

People with a strong personality will hide their sadness and only show their cheerful and optimistic side to others; people who are not so strong have nothing to do in the face of sadness, they can only rely on tears that no one knows and the passing time, Reserve a bit of embarrassing dignity for yourself.

The old man picked up the leather bag, took a sip of wine silently, and said nothing to the boy.

He knew that the ferocious heart of the six-year-old white-haired boy in front of him couldn't even tolerate the existence of sadness, only a persistent hatred remained.

"Son, Huimina is here." Old man He Yan suddenly reminded the boy.

The boy froze for a moment, and immediately relieved the resentment and killing intent that was about to overflow from his face.

After that, a delicate and lovely voice rang out under the scorching sun.

"'You care about me' brother, look quickly, I picked up a piece of gold, it's as big as a finger!"

A little girl wearing the same style of windbreaker white robe happily ran over, shouting the alias she had given to the white-haired boy who had suffered a lot and hated him deeply.

"Hey, little Huimina sauce, go slowly, don't fall, the desert is not so flat, grandpa can't help being scared." The old man He Yan jumped off the camel in a panic, hurriedly He quickly stopped the little girl and gently picked her up.

"It's okay, Grandpa, I'm running steadily. I haven't fallen once in the past few days." The little girl put away her smile and put on a serious look, but her chubby face was a little convincing. nothing.

The old man He Yan hugged Hui Mina, he couldn't laugh or cry, so he pinched the little girl's white and tender face that still smelled of milk.

Huimina shook her head unhappily, her thin hair floated up, revealing a faint golden color.

"'You care about me' brother, look, gold, I'm good, hee hee."

The little guy broke free from the old man He Yan's arms, ran to the white-haired boy's camel, raised his right hand holding a small piece of gold, and kept shaking it.

The boy rolled his eyes as he rode on the camel.

"Ah, you are really good. You can pick up a piece of gold sand that is two or three millimeters large. Your eyesight is really good..." the boy said angrily.

After hearing this, Huimina stopped immediately and snorted angrily, "You're not even praising me, big bastard!"

The boy rolled his eyes again, ignored the little girl, and rode on on the camel.

Seeing the old man He Yan, he was afraid that the cute little grandgirl would be angry, so he immediately walked up to Huimina, and echoed: "Yes, the stinky white-haired brother in front is a big villain, Huimina ignores him."

"Oh..." Huimina changed her countenance when she heard her grandfather say bad things about the white-haired boy, and began to criticize the old man He Yan, "Grandpa, don't say 'you care about me' brother, he is not a bad guy." La."

"Huh?" The old man He Yan froze.

Huimina didn't care how exaggerated her grandfather's stunned expression was, she threw away the little gold nugget she just used to show off, and ran to the front in a hurry.

The little girl raised her head, looked at the white-haired boy, and asked, "Hey, brother 'you care about me', are you angry?"

The boy said directly: "No."

Huimina ignored the boy's answer and asked again, "Why are you angry?"

The boy was speechless for a moment.

After a long time, the boy replied like a broken can, "You don't care about me!"

"But getting angry will make your body uncomfortable, please don't be angry." Hui Mina looked up at the white-haired boy on the camel, her big watery eyes were full of expectation.

The boy was at a loss for words again, and it took a long time before he managed to say: "Did you listen to me..."

"Yes." Hui Mina giggled.

The old man He Yan looked behind and shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, stop making trouble." The old man He Yan stepped forward, took Hui Mina's little arms, and wanted to hug her to his camel.

At this time, the little girl suddenly said: "Grandpa, I don't want to sit here, I want to sit next to my brother who is in control of me."

"Huh?" The old man He Yan froze again.

The white-haired boy who had been by the side heard this and quickly refused: "No! In such a big sun, two people will die of heat if they squeeze together!"

Huimina pouted and looked at old man He Yan.

The old man He Yan sighed, and then spread a bright smile and said to the white-haired boy: "Hey...you can't say that, you two are only so big, you can still squeeze together."

"But..." Just as the white-haired boy was about to continue to refuse, the old man He Yan said with a smile: "Little guy, I saved your life..."

The corner of the white-haired boy's mouth trembled, and he said embarrassingly, "Okay..."

"Good!" Huimina happily rode on the white-haired boy's camel.

In the desert, the sun is fierce.

Huimina sat behind the boy, laughing all the time.

The little girl didn't hug the white-haired boy. On a hot day, the embrace of the two children was neither romantic nor beautiful. On the contrary, the girl just smiled and tapped the boy's back with her little fingertips. , seems to be venting.

"Little kid..." said the boy.

The girl smiled and said, "You too."

The old man He Yan also rode on the camel, and he watched from the side with a kind smile on his face.

"That's right, a child, why should he remember such a huge hatred?"

With old man He Yan's kind thoughts, the vicious sunshine in the sky still scorched the earth unceremoniously.

On the desert, a huge caravan pulled piles of goods and moved forward with difficulty.

The old man He Yan abides by his duties and always thinks about his destination.

Finally, when the hour hand of his old pocket watch pointed to "1", a strange high-rise building suddenly broke into his eyes in the barren desert.

"It's here! It's almost here! Everyone! Have you seen it! Not far ahead is our destination, Loulan!"

The old man He Yan shouted loudly.

Behind him, a large group of cheers rang out with a kind of exhaustion that could not be concealed.

More than seventy tribesmen rode on camels, and when they heard the news that they were about to reach Loulan, they all became excited. Some laughed loudly, and some even began to sing some heroic songs that others could not understand.

"Are you there?" The white-haired boy wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Loulan is just ahead, so is Shayin Village not far away?

The white-haired boy suddenly clenched his little fist.

If you join Hidden Sand Village, you should have a chance to become a ninja, right?
If you become a ninja, you will have the power and power to kill, right?
Is that so, mother?
The white-haired boy was thinking like this, suddenly, something strange happened to him.

A secret and sharp gaze cast from nowhere.

who is it? !
The boy raised his head sharply and looked around.

A few seconds later, the boy suddenly found that in front of him, in the northwest direction of the caravan, less than ten meters away, there was a pair of indifferent eyes staring straight at him.

Those eyes—just a pair of eyes, no other body exists.

"It was discovered?" A surprised murmur came.

"Who!" The boy shouted suddenly.

Ten meters ahead, a huge curtain was raised immediately—a light yellow cloth, the same color as the desert.

The entire caravan, including the old man He Yan, was taken aback.

"Who!?" The old man He Yan was the first to scold.

A boy with a height of 1.4 meters, wearing a black blouse and a tool bag tied around his waist appeared. The old man He Yan didn't have time to see the boy's face clearly, let alone the forehead pattern on the boy's forehead.

In just a split second, the black-clothed boy took a stride, used the body-blinking technique, and rushed towards Loulan at such a high speed that only an afterimage was left behind.

The old man He Yan was full of doubts, thinking in his heart: Another white-haired boy?
The white-haired boy next to him looked at the afterimage and was overjoyed.

ninja!Be a ninja!
"Hey! Don't run!" The white-haired boy's immature cry was a little hoarse.

The boy jumped off the camel excitedly, and chased after the afterimage with all his might.

"Hey! 'Don't worry about me' brother, where are you going!" Little Hui Mina shouted hoarsely on the camel.

After a while, the girl heard a ruthless echo.

"You take care of me!"

(End of this chapter)