The Unholy Man of the Warring States Period [Naruto]

Due to the strong support from Kuanzhu Street, the planning process has been greatly improved. The high ground and castle tower that rose overnight had a shocking effect far beyond anyone's imagination.

Until the taxes for the first half of the year were piled into the temporary warehouse at once, everyone was a little too excited.

Shikasuke held his knees, panting from exhaustion, and looked at the boxes of "filial piety" in front of him, and his energy increased again.

"This will last for a long time, the nobles are really rich."

Huopu leaned against the wall, too lazy to move.

"At least two or three years. It's great. Maybe we can hold a festival this winter for fun."

The former time refers to Ji-kun's people, and the latter time refers to Uchiha. He compared the clan's expenses and roughly gave a specific time period.

Hahaha! Huo He was not willing to come at first. Fortunately, Madara-sama assigned him again. According to the set amount, all the things distributed to the clan have been saved, and they are waiting for someone to take them. And he, the ghost-faced croupier in the gambling house, with just a little bit of oil on his hands, it was enough for him to save a lot of money.

While he was happily planning to rebuild the small treasury, Houra suddenly heard the Nara boy muttering to himself.

"If this place is robbed once..."

"Senju Hashirama can crush your bones inch by inch."

Shikasuke trembled with fear and asked in disbelief: "No way! The leader of the Senju clan looks so nice!"

Huopu scoffed.

"A good person depends on who he is right with. In front of Ji Jun, he is the best man in the world. In front of the people who try to steal Ji Jun's warehouse, do you think he will still be so kind and kind?"

This example was so profound that both of them fell silent.

After a while, Kaura threatened Shikasuke dryly: "I'm warning you. As long as there are fewer things in the warehouse, I will think you stole them. Uchiha has grievances and grievances, you can't escape."

Shikasuke rolled his eyes and retorted angrily: "Shouldn't the things in the warehouse be used for other purposes? Besides, you were also at the scene, so why can't you steal it and you have to rely on me?"

Huopu glanced at him sympathetically and nodded his eyes.

"Because I am an Uchiha, the first ninja to cooperate with Hime-kun. Whenever she is in trouble, it means that we are also in trouble."

After he handed over the dividend for the first time, Mr. Izuna was silent for a long time looking at the numbers on the account, and finally he pinched his nose and endured the interference of Qianju.

Even Izuna-sama can let Hime-kun do what he does, so what else can he say? You must hug this golden thigh tightly.

Although he did not mention this matter explicitly, the above meaning vaguely allowed him to keep Miss Jijun at a critical moment. If necessary, he could also directly bring Uchiha back for protection.

At that time, Huopu was still thinking about whether he should hang out in front of Ji Jun more before going to work every day to make him familiar, just in case he needed it.

it's good now. Thousands of Hands came out of Wangzhao and directly asked the clan leader to come over.

Damn it! It was obviously them first. Why is it that now he is doing odd jobs while Qianju is breaking into the house!

It must be Senju Tobirama's conspiracy. How dare he think of letting his own brother play a beauty trick! Fortunately, Ji Jun was still fair and impartial in his dealings, otherwise he would have been tempted to write a letter asking Madara-sama to come over as well.

When it comes to appearance, Madara-sama is truly stunning!

If not, I can do it too, Mr. Izuna!

Huopu's face changed back and forth, sometimes happy, sometimes angry, sometimes confused, sometimes excited, and it lasted for several minutes without stopping.

Shikasuke wondered if he was putting on makeup in front of the mirror every day to make people look stupid.

He looked at the piles of silks, treasures, copper coins, and even gold and silver, and still couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Thighs, absolutely real thighs!

It seems that he also needs to write a letter home. We share blessings and suffer hardships together. At least let him take my mother and grandma over.

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Under Hashirama's warm invitation, Izayoi finally took some time to appreciate his "masterpiece".

In order to avoid the eyes and ears, accompanied by Taohua Butterfly, the two climbed to the high ground in the middle of the night.

As soon as the butterfly fell down, it made a strange horse stance, stretching the loose trousers wide open, like a deformed frog. Taohua smiled without hesitation.

"What are you doing? Fighting style preparation?"

Butterfly lifted his feet in disgust, and the tooth marks under the clogs were deeply imprinted on the mud, bringing up a large area of ​​damp soil.

"Ugh—disgusting. I don't even know how to level the ground. How can people live here?"

It is a miracle that such a large house can be built overnight. What else? Picking your own eggs!

Taohua suddenly became unhappy and immediately started to argue: "You can do it, go ahead."

Butterfly crossed her waist and retorted fiercely: "Does it take a carpenter to be good at carpentry to evaluate? Isn't it just for people to see and say what they do! What's wrong? Do you dare to do it or not? You still have to be shameless!"

She shouted the last few rhetorical questions very loudly, for fear that no one would be able to hear them. As she shouted, her eyes stabbed forward like knives.

As soon as Taohua heard this, she knew that the jealous little boy had red eyes again, making insinuations and hurting others, but it was not directed at her at all.

She lazily covered her head with her cloak and threw the umbrella over. "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

After saying that, he walked forward leisurely in the drizzle.

Butterfly stared at her angrily and watched her leave. Just now he took her to play vertical rock climbing like a sister. Now it doesn't take more than a quarter of an hour to fall out.

snort. Women are not reliable either!

Except for Ji Jun.

But Ji Jun was snatched away by the big bad wolf, and he walked so far away that he didn't notice her plight at all.

In order to keep up with Ji Jun's footsteps, Butterfly gritted her teeth and endured it again and again, stepping on the mud with one foot high and one foot low and slowly moved forward.

At this time, Izayoi had arrived in front of the main gate of the castle tower. I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that it didn't look like a pavilion, but rather similar to the pagodas she had seen. Floor after floor, the hexagonal walls are arched with six-sided cornices, and the top one protrudes a little, making it one floor higher than the common two-story building.

This specification... is quite strange.

She glanced at Hashirama in confusion. Hashirama was still wiping the dirt on his shoes in the corridor. After cleaning them, he stepped on them with his bare feet.

Seeing the strange look in her eyes, he immediately misunderstood and explained sheepishly: "My shoes are dirty and I couldn't clean them after a long time. I just washed my feet before coming in."

Izayoi's eyes fell directly to his feet. Hashirama quickly turned her around with a blush and pushed her inside.

"Look first, look first!"

His feet were covered with scars and calluses, and his immortal body had not fully recovered. Why make her unhappy?

Izayoi was silent for a while and asked, "Is there a light? Or a torch?"

ah? forgotten!

Hashirama held his face in a gesture of shouting, his figure distorted and faded, almost fading into black and white lines.

In order to avoid embarrassment, he immediately came to his senses, picked him up, and jumped up to the highest floor after a few ups and downs.

After calming down, Izayoi put down the hand in front of his eyes, and what he saw was a small, small room.

"This is the third floor?" she asked.

Hashirama sat down cross-legged, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "As expected of Izayoi, I guessed it right away."

Is it difficult? You can obviously see it from outside.

Hashirama could only sit, and she couldn't stand up straight, so she could only sit down with him. When you sit down, you can just see the scenery outside through the grille.

There are still many lights dimly lit on the short book street where commerce is the main activity.

Izayoi hooked his fingers on the wooden lattice and looked out curiously. It's mostly pitch black outside, and the few lights that dot the place don't make it appear prosperous. Instead, they're like candles in the wind, and will be swallowed up by the darkness at any time.

She sighed, remembering the scene of the ship far away from the port and looking back. The tall buildings and mansions are brightly lit like crystal palaces. The bustling urban scene can even blur the light of the stars in the sky.

How is it like now...

She raised her head. The rain stopped and the clouds dispersed. In the deep night sky, a long river of starlight stretched across the sky, like a residence of gods and demons.

In fact, it might be possible. After all, the Otsutsuki clan claims to be from another planet, and the ninja world is just a remote place where they grow trees to extract power.

So, among so many stars, does there happen to be a blue planet, which is exactly 37% of the land and ocean, and it happens to be 6.4 billion years old. The dinosaurs have become extinct, the primates have risen, and their development has accelerated, forming a rudimentary human civilization?

She cannot know. She didn't even know what was on the other side of the sea.

Izayoi lay on the window pane, looking at the stars in the sky in trance. The stars and rivers exist forever, spreading their brilliance to all things fairly. She was bathed in the faint starlight. The starlight passed through her body and the outline of the edges became slightly blurred.

On the other side, Hashirama sat in the shadows, watching this scene intently.

Until Izayoi's ankle became completely transparent, he stepped forward and clasped the waist tightly, hugging the person back.

"What are you doing? Aren't you here to see my 'masterpiece'? Why are you looking out as soon as you get up? Am I not doing enough?"

Izayoi fell into his arms, resting on his hot chest, and pressing down on his solid thighs.

This position is a bit dangerous.

She tried to break free in embarrassment, pushing the arm that was trapped around her waist, and softly persuaded: "Then you have to let me go to see. There is light by the window."

"It's not easy to have light."

Hashirama snapped his fingers, and a little flame stood on his fingertips, steadily emitting light and heat.

The small space of less than four square meters suddenly became majestic, leaving shadows nowhere to hide.

Izayoi raised his sleeves to cover his face. It took him a while to adapt to the sudden light, and he complained weakly: "I should have told you in advance."

"Hahahaha! Definitely next time. But Izayoi, you have to tell me in advance. As long as it is what you wish for, I will do my best to realize it for you. So, you must be the first to tell me what you want. Me~"

Hashirama lowered his head and lifted up the thick sleeves in front of him. Izayoi hid behind his sleeves and turned his face slightly to avoid his questioning.

Even though he was in her arms, her heart still didn't open to him.