Konoha: This ninja is strong but too despicable

Zenito was thinking about whether Danzo had started collecting Sharingan during this time period.

As usual, even without Orochimaru's help at this time, Danzo should have collected a lot of Sharingan.

After all, with Danzo's current position, it would not be difficult to quietly kill an Uchiha during a mission and then collect a few Sharingan.

The whereabouts of Uchiha Mirror's Sharingan is also a mystery. I originally thought I could get some clues from this side of the path.

The result was a lot of useless stuff, and Shanren was a little disappointed.

But, the blame is that Xiaoji-san’s level is too low, and he’s basically a laggard.

There is no access to core secrets at all.

"Okay, now that I've told you everything I know, can you let me go?"

Shanren couldn't help but want to laugh. Fortunately, you got to the root, and you didn't even have the consciousness of a ninja.

However, being able to maintain such a pure thought at the root can be regarded as a special function for this kid.

"Xiaolu, do you know such a saying?

When a ninja is no longer useful, that is the end of his life. "

Zenin took out a kunai and pressed the sharp tip against Koji's neck.

"No, don't kill me, I'm still valuable!"

"Oh?"

Shanren took the kunai back and looked at the path playfully,

"I, I can be your thug, I'm very good at illusions."

Shanren smiled,

"I'm good at illusions and you're good at illusions. Don't be ridiculous. I want you to be my thug? Then both Anbu and Genbu will cause trouble for me."

"What do you want?"

"I'll leave you to the roots. It's just a favor for Danzo-sama."

"No, no, no, everything is negotiable."

Xiaolu was probably stunned by the electricity. He didn't want to think that I was going to sell him, so would he have intervened in the first place?Just look at the two roots and kill him.

Shanren thought and continued,

"Xiaolu, keep thinking about it, is there anything else you can do that I can use?"

"what on earth do you want?"

"It's simple, use your strengths."

Shanren threw out a few pieces of white paper and placed them at the foot of the path.

"draw."

"draw?"

Xiaolu stared, looking shocked,

"What, you asked me, a member of the Kurama family, to draw you a picture? This is the greatest insult to me!"

slkslk.

I, the Kurama family, use painting as a medium to use illusions to control other people's five senses. Why does this guy want me to actually paint?

This is simply a house built with wood - overuse of materials.

"Oh, you don't want to draw, do you?"

The thunderball floated over again and immediately hit his face.

"Draw, draw right away!"

Xiaolu kicked the paper beside his feet.

"How can I draw without a pen?"

Shanren had already reached the door and looked back at the path.

"You said you are from the Kurama family. I'll give you paper and then a pen. Why don't you take off?

Just wait until I renovate this place and then give you the pen. "

bang-

The door was slammed shut, leaving Xiaolu alone.

He is a little desperate now. He has been abandoned by his roots, and his family can't hope for him.

I can only follow this thing until it is dark.

He was really exhausted that day. First he experienced a life and death crisis, and then he was tortured by Shan Ren Hao Yi Tong.

Now he was physically and mentally exhausted, and his eyelids instantly became heavy.

This time, he was sure that he was not under an illusion...

Bang-dang-bang-sizzle-

While he was sleeping, some strange sounds came from time to time, but he only felt it slightly, and then continued to sleep deeply.

Already, there is nothing to be afraid of...

The next morning, when Xiaolu opened his eyes, he suddenly found that the whole house seemed to have changed.

There is a large area in the middle, and all the original torture instruments have disappeared.

But there are inexplicably many more mechanisms on the surrounding walls.

There are still a lot of silk threads stretched at the door, and the door has become different, as if it has been reinforced. There are some strange things hanging around it, and there is a water balloon on the door handle.

It turns out that he was doing ping ping pong last night?

Xiaolu had seen Shanren's ninja tools, and his heart suddenly felt cold. He was afraid that he would not be able to get out of this room...

He was no longer sitting on a chair, but just lying on the ground.

There are several pieces of paper and a pen on the ground, and one of the pieces of paper is densely written with words.

There is also a small table in front of him, which he should use for painting.

This guy put his pen here?

Xiaolu was overjoyed, and without learning any lesson, he picked up the pen and started to make trouble.

rub--

Suddenly a sharp thorn protruded from the pen and pierced his finger.

"Ahhh-"

He quickly threw away the pen, then turned around, Shanren was looking at him happily,

"What are you doing? Didn't I paint as you told me?"

"You didn't even look at the demand, what are you doing?

Say, do you want to paint me to death? "

Xiaolu cursed in his mind, and then picked up the densely packed paper, his expression instantly shocked.

This, this is something that people can come up with?

He had never seen such a request before, and it was a bit involving his own knowledge blind spot.

Xiaolu looked back at Shanren, hesitated for a moment, and then stammered,

"You, you thought of all this?"

"Just tell me if you can draw it?"

"Yes, yes, I will try..."

Xiaolu picked up the pen and started drawing.

rub--

The spikes popped out again, and Xiaolu's hands were filled with flesh and blood.

"What are you doing? I'm really trying to draw!"

"Your eyes are wrong."

"..."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, just continue."

Xiaolu picked up the pen, then put it down as if reflexively, looked at Shanren, and then picked it up again.

Seeing no response, I took a breath and started drawing.

"I said you'd better not try to run away. As you can see, this room is full of traps.

In other words, you'd better run away so you can see my mechanism. "

Xiaolu was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak. He just wrote silently. For a while, there was only the sound of rustling pen in the basement.

"Do it well, eat and drink well if you do it well, humph~"

bang-

After Shanren finished speaking, he closed the door again.

The old cat was standing near the basement,

"Old cat, I'll leave that guy's food to you."

Although Xuan Weng was trustworthy, he was just a foreigner after all. He was still afraid that Xuan Weng was inexperienced and would show off his feet...no, his feet.

The old cat nodded,

"I see."

Shanren added,

"It doesn't have to be too good, just give him some of your leftover cat food. He is a prisoner, so he doesn't need to eat too good.

As for water, just get it from the toilet. It’s not necessary to drink it. "

"..."

The old cat looked towards the basement with some pity.

"Is this really okay?"

"It's no problem. As a painter, you have to work hard before becoming famous."