I, Danzo Shimura, can still be saved

The liquor shimmered eerily in the candlelight.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, Lei Ying felt a little weak all over his body, and shook his head indifferently, just because of the decline in alcohol caused by age.

A smile appeared on his face, and he drank it down, and when he saw the bottom of the cup, his body was a little heavier.

Swoosh.

Suddenly, a sharp knife pierced through the chest, and a few drops of blood fell into the wine glass, adding a little red to the clear wine.

Lei Ying almost didn't feel pain, looked at the tip of the knife incredulously, turned his head stiffly, Golden Horn was still as obedient as a dog, if he ignored the knife in his hand.

Feeling Lei Ying's gaze, Jin Jiao smiled, flipped his wrist, and the blade stirred in his body like a meat grinder.

The pain ran down the dull nerves to the back of the mind.

Chakra, who wanted to mobilize his body, killed the jackal in front of him who dared to devour the lord, but he didn't feel the slightest power.

"You...!"

The arm, which was usually enough to destroy Xiaoshan, was extremely weak at this time.

Reluctantly raised his hand and flicked it on the golden horn's face, now it was only gently stroked.

Golden Horn took his hand, rested his head on his shoulder, put his mouth next to his ear, and whispered:

"Lei Ying, you are drunk."

Controlling the life and death of a village, the thunder shadow that set off a bloody war fell powerlessly on the golden horn.

The body is weak, but the spirit is extremely clear.

He finally felt a trace of panic, death was slowly approaching, and blood slowly slipped down his body to the ground.

One drop, two drops....

From the eyes of the people around them who participated in the banquet, it was as if Lei Ying was drunk and leaning on the golden horn.

A high-ranking person who had a good relationship with

Lei Ying joked: "Hahaha, you see, Lord Lei Ying is not as good as before."

Stumbling over to Lei Ying's side, he patted him on the shoulder, and the white light shining from the blade reflected in his eyes.

The dull brain turned a corner, wanting to shout loudly, a touch of sweetness rushed to his throat, opened his mouth and vomited, dark red blood spurted out from his lips.

He looked at the drink in his hand in disbelief.

It was still so clear, and the wine glass slipped from the palm of his hand, making a sound.

Finally, people paralyzed by alcohol realized that something was wrong.

The smell of blood filled the extravagant air.

"Look! Take a look! The

slightly younger Yun Ren's eyes widened, a few drops of blood slowly slipped down the golden horn's face, and there were already two bodies under his feet, and he didn't know if he was dead or alive.

One of them was the thunder shadow they revered so much!

"Golden Horn, are you trying to betray the village?!"

With a roar, he woke up all the Yun Ren who were immersed in the banquet, and the dove Yun Ren couldn't suppress his anger and rushed towards the golden horn, and when he came halfway, his body was weak for a while.

Before the Yunnin guard, who was in charge of guarding, was alarmed by the movement of the banquet, he was slashed by the ninja of the same village beside him, and his forehead was bruised, turning into a cold corpse.

The golden horn pulled out the ninja knife, and the tailed beast Chakra on his body flew wantonly, his pupils changed, like a beast, his left foot slowly raised and stepped on Lei Ying's body.

Looking at these dovish ninjas who glared at themselves with hatred even if they fell to the ground, their thin lips were half open.

"Kill!"

The hawk Yun Ren did not hesitate to draw his weapon and cut at his former comrades-in-arms.

For a while, blood flowed on the floor of the banquet hall, dyeing the wool carpet bright red.

Seeing all this, the strength of the body and the fear in the heart of the neutral Yunnin high-level came to their hearts at this moment.

"Stop! Stop me! "

The second generation of Thunder Shadow Tiger is moist, silently shedding tears, and now he can't do anything.

Looking at his appearance, Jin Jiao sneered disdainfully, dragged his collar with his hand, slowly walked up to the high platform, felt the platform that once only Lei Ying could speak, took a deep breath, only felt the whole body comfortable, and pointed to the portrait of the original Lei Ying.

"Today, we stand here! Stand on the land of the Land of Thunder! Stand in Yunnin Village, this land that our ancestors watered with blood and dignity! Behind me is the portrait of the original Thunder Shadow! He is a recognized fighter in the entire ninja world! He is the glory of the whole world! "

Step on Thunder Shadow's chest again and raise the volume.

"And now! This man at my feet! Our beloved Thunder Shadow, but cowardly pray for peace! Easily abandon the land we took with countless heroic soldiers! Let the leader of the enemy come to the place where our ancestors lived in high spirits and sign that ridiculous peace agreement, you say, promise or not ?!

"No promise!"

Yun Ren, a hawk in the audience, only felt his body boiling, hatred flooding their brains, and raised his hands and roared.

Looking at the cloud ninja who were mobilized by themselves, Golden Horn smiled faintly.

"I am proud that among you there are very few such people without bones! In front of me is a legion with unyielding blood! This blood once flowed in the veins of our ancestors, and they did not give in! Now, they're gurgling inside our bodies, and you tell me, do you want it to cool!?

"Unwilling!"

Lighting up his white teeth, Kanejiu looked in the direction of Konoha's guest house in the distance, pulled out his sharp knife, and pointed it from afar.

"Then, now we are going to show our enemies the power from the Cloud Ninja!"

"Nope! You will drag the village to the abyss! The

second-generation Lei Ying looked at these Yun Shinobi in front of him who were provoked by the golden horn, and gritted his teeth and said.

He couldn't imagine what the village would do next.

"Now is not something for you to worry about, respected Thunder Shadow, farewell forever."

Hearing his words, Golden Horn was expressionless and lifted his foot to his head, one forcefully.

This ninja who left a legend in the ninja world is truly powerless to fall.

The cold body was still flowing with blood.

"Nope!" The three generations of Ai saw everything that happened and hated themselves for being powerless to change.

This own succession night has now become an absurd drama.

Golden Horn turned his head and looked at the three generations of Ai who made a voice.

"I won't kill you, I want to let your second-generation handpicked Thunder Shadow see, Yunnin Village will truly reign in the Ninja Realm under me!"

"Shut up."

Grabbed his hair and threw it to the henchman ninja beside him.

In the dark night, countless Yunnin took ninja swords and walked towards the guest house where Kuruma was located.