Naruto: The Two Worlds Become Gods

In a house in the Star Hidden Village of the Bear Country in the Naruto World, on this stormy night, thunder continued to sound in the sky, and an eight or nine-year-old child kept convulsing in pain on the ground.

"Mom and Dad"

The child screamed for his parents in pain, and then slowly calmed down with a smile on his face. It could even be said that he died slowly, and his vitality was slowly disappearing.

At the same time, in a dilapidated bunk on the street of a small village in Foshan City, Guangdong Province, Earth China, a fat man about thirty years old was dreaming of his Hokage dream.

When the soul frequencies of the two people reached a surprisingly consistent level, their consciousness spaces quickly moved closer and merged quickly.

When the consciousness space of the two people was halfway fused, their souls slowly came closer together and even began to merge.

When the fat man on earth who was originally dreaming of his own Naruto dream came into contact with and merged with the soul of the child in the Naruto world, the man's Naruto dream directly turned into the child's messy past and messy memories.

"Are you dreaming again?" The fat man said to himself, but he was talking to himself in his consciousness and dream.

Then the fat man knew that he was dreaming just like he always did when he was dreaming, and he immediately began to formulate random ideas.

"That's not right," the fat man said to himself, "It doesn't seem right. Shouldn't it be based on my thinking?"

The fat man directly tried to break his dream, but in the end he found out that it was all in vain.

The fat man had no choice but to try hard to open his eyes and leave this messy dream that he thought was a dream. The fat man tried hard for a long time, and finally even bit his own arm to the point of self-mutilation in his dream.

After working hard for a long time, when the fat man opened his eyes, he found darkness all around him.

The fat man looked around blankly, and suddenly saw an unconscious child hanging on his left arm.

"Ah" the fat man yelled, and even tried to distance himself from the unconscious soul, and finally fell to the ground.

Although the conscious space was dark, Fatty could see the unconscious child clearly, even clearer than what he could see with the naked eye.

After the fat man fell, he struggled in panic and even pushed the child's head away, which was close to his head. However, it was probably because of the child's imminent death and the impact of the fat man's memory that no matter how hard the fat man tried, The child was as unresponsive as an unconscious vegetative state.

After struggling for a long time, the fat man slowly calmed down and even looked at the unconscious child's head next to his head.

The fat man stood up slowly and found that although he felt like he was standing in the dark starry sky, he felt a solid feeling coming from the soles of his feet as if he were standing on the ground.

The fat man moved his hands and feet and found that although his left hand was fused with the child's right hand, it seemed that he was on the home court.

Because the fat man found that the size of his hand was the size of his left hand, but it was different from his right hand, and it just looked like latex.

It's just that the latex is white, and the fat man's left hand is black.

The fat man was silent for a moment, seeing more and more places fused, and looking at the head of another soul that was already tightly attached to his left ear.

The fat man looked down at his black latex-like left hand, and was silent for a moment. Finally, he brought his left hand to his mouth, hesitated, and looked at the other soul from the corner of his eye. Finally, he carefully and slowly took a bite of the black latex-like left thumb.

The fat man found that as he exerted more force, he felt more pain, and it was the kind of pain that spread all over his body.

When the fat man could no longer bear the pain, he suddenly let go of his mouth and looked at the bitten left thumb. He was stunned to find that the scar on his left thumb was recovering rapidly.

The fat man froze for a moment, then looked at the unconscious soul again, took a final breath, and carefully put his left thumb into his mouth.

The fat man counted silently: "One, two, three." Then just push it down hard.

"what"

"what"

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