Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

Sandstorm funeral!

The yellow sand swept over and swallowed the talkative man, and then the terrible pressure instantly crushed him into a bloody mess.

"You know what? I haven't slept in twenty years! I just want to be quiet for a while, why are you making so much noise?!

Why can't this world be quieter? It's true! Only when everyone dies can this world be completely quiet! Die! Die! Die!"

Gaara's face became more and more crazy while sitting in his seat, and even half of his face was gradually covered by Shukaku's terrifying beast face.

"Wait! Calm down! Calm down!" Even a bandit who has lived on the edge of a knife all his life would feel uncontrollable fear when faced with the absolute threat of death.

"I said, be quiet!" A captain of the gilded brigade who opened his mouth to persuade them was instantly controlled by the irritable Gaara, who poured yellow sand into his body, sealing his seven orifices and causing him to die in extreme pain.

Looking at the man lying on the ground, scratching the ground in silent pain, his fingers were about to be broken but he couldn't buy any chance of survival. In the end, he died strangely and silently in full view of everyone.

Everyone present dared only to watch; no one had the courage to step forward and lend a hand. All of them felt a shudder running down their backs, and they were sweating profusely without knowing when. They stood still and dared not speak. They even tried their best to hold their breath and dared not make any sound.

The world seemed to have fallen silent in an instant, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of the wind outside the tent carrying yellow sand.

With that, Gaara finally felt at ease lying down on the recliner and staring at the unfamiliar ceiling. This damn place is still so noisy, it's better to be in my own room.

Although Gaara said he wanted to rest, he still kept his eyes wide open, with bloodshot eyes, which was scary to look at.

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Ten thousand meters above the sky, Tenri, who was already extremely tired, was staring at the small screen in front of him with half-closed eyes. And the person on the screen was Gaara.

She was too tired now. Even though she knew that the creatures brought by "forbidden knowledge" had appeared again and were truly devouring the world, she was no longer able to do anything.

I could only watch helplessly, and pulled up some of his life. I only glanced at this man's life. My eyes, which were originally as calm as ancient water, couldn't help but shrink.

Then he dragged his rotten body which was in deep sleep and tried to struggle to get up.

This man! He must not be allowed to stay!

In the picture, because he has never seen Naruto and has not been moved by his spirit, the twisted Gaara has grown up in an environment of lack of love until he is his current age.

His twisted heart could no longer be redeemed. That night ten years ago, there was no possibility of redemption!

After the failure of the joint attack on Konoha with Orochimaru, the Wind Kingdom has become the weakest among the five major countries under the baptism of time.

To the extent that people gradually stopped mentioning the five major countries and instead used the term four major countries, kicking the Wind Kingdom out of the ranks of powerful countries.

The reason is very simple. Although the Hokage of the Fire Country was also killed by Orochimaru, Konoha itself is full of strong people, and Tsunade, one of the Three Ninjas, soon took over.

Even if Tsunade doesn't take over, there are still possibilities for Jiraiya, Danzo Shimura and even Kakashi to take over.

However, the Kingdom of Wind has experienced an unprecedented period of vacancy. After all, we can't let the dying grandmother Chiyo be the Kazekage, right?

So there was a long debate on whether to let Gaara, the son of the Kazekage and an incompletely controllable Jinchūriki, become the Kazekage.

Just because of being too noisy, such a tragedy happened?! Even the supreme justice cannot imagine such a thing, but the picture shows the horrific scene of Gaara slaughtering an entire country!

At the same time, Yidou, who was treasure hunting in the cesspool, finally found a touch of green, a symbol of hope, in the ocean of shit, and he quickly took it out.

"This should be it!" Yidou held the green poop in his hands, his face full of excitement. But, how could someone in the world hold poop in his hands and look so excited?

"Looks like it!" Looking at the pile of poop, the people surrounding Yidou couldn't help but smile. After all, no one wanted to stay in this place full of feces for even a second longer.

Under everyone's eager gaze, Yidou, wearing gloves, finally fiddled with the green feces bit by bit. But the more he fiddled, the more desperate the expressions on everyone's faces became!

"So, was that thing digested? Why can this thing be digested!" Jiraiya covered his face helplessly and smiled bitterly.

Come to think of it, canned knowledge was originally made of grass elemental power, so it seems normal for it to be digested.

Things have come to this point... nothing they can do will help. After thinking for a moment, they finally decided to let Yidou pack up the camel dung and take it with him. Maybe it can be used in some way.

Of course, Ichito was not so willing to do so, and before that he had proposed some small competitions. However, no matter how hard Ichito tried to win, no matter how many games he played, it would be difficult for him to win over Jiraiya and the others, right?

(Who would have thought that Ichito could beat Jiraiya and his friends in a game? Note that Jiraiya and his friends can cheat.)

What's even more tragic is that poor Hanpi Yidou was thrown into another cell out of disgust because of his bad smell, and spent the night alone.

It seemed that Seno had given them some special treatment. The originally cold prison was warm only for the people in the cell where Zu Laiye and his group were staying.

Although it was not possible to put a high-quality mattress on the bed, a thick layer of straw was still placed on the hard wooden bed.

It's really a different feeling. At least after a tiring day, it's quite refreshing. In such an environment, Jiraiya and the others quickly fell asleep.

Just before they fell asleep completely, they seemed to hear the sound of a bell, but they didn't pay any attention and fell asleep completely.

"Report, multiple adventers from outside this world have appeared. The computing signal is difficult to cover."

"Adjust the direction of data operation. Change the direction of computing power and focus on selecting the adventers. Only the power outside the world can truly deny the world!"

"But... the missing computing power is likely to cause the collapse of some people and cause irreversible damage."

"No! But!"

The sound came from nowhere, echoing throughout the city. After sleeping for an unknown period of time, Jiraiya woke up and found himself lying in a strange position.

Feeling a little dazed, I tilted my head and looked forward in a daze, only to find that I was still outside the city gate and lying on the camel, watching those scum guards in front of the city gate teasing Nilu.

Why do I always feel something familiar? This strange sense of fit is also extremely inconsistent. What have I forgotten?