Konoha's Foot-picking Immortal

At dawn, Mao Changji returned to Ba Ye's body again. Having said that, I always feel that something is strange.

After taking milk from the refrigerator and eating it with bread, Yayoi was ready to go out to find the Sandaime. But when he opened the door, he found that he could not move forward. The door was already blocked by a dense crowd.

"Yaya-sama, Yayo-sama is coming out."

"Please, Lord Yaye, please let me have another word with my mother."

"And my son was killed by Kyuubi."

These are villagers who come to be spiritual mediums, and the whole street is packed with people.

Ba Ye just wants to cry now. If all the receptions are completed, there won't be even a shred of flesh left on his two feet.

He quickly waved his hands and said calmly: "Don't crowd me, everyone, don't crowd me. Xiaosheng has something very important to do today. I have to go see the Sandaime-sama. Please come back in the afternoon."

Hearing that Yashiro was going to find the Sandaime, the surging crowd suddenly became quiet, and then slowly dispersed. But there were still a few villagers standing on both sides of the door, looking at Ba Ye with pleading faces.

Alas, it’s not easy for anyone.

After thinking about it, Baye turned around and went back into the house. When he came out, he held a stack of notes in his hand and handed them one by one to the people who were still waiting.

"Xiaosheng has not practiced enough and can only be a psychic medium eight times a day. This is today's spiritual contract. Just come here with it in the afternoon and Xiaosheng will channel the spirit for you."

Amidst all the gratitude, Baye shook his sleeves and left his last words.

"Chenghui, once a thousand times~"

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One thousand taels once is really not expensive, and now what Baye needs to consider is the lottery. You can't be blocked by people every day, and the store really needs to recruit a clerk.

In addition, there is the issue of security during the day. Just like what happened just now, if I hadn’t brought out the Sandaime as a reinforcement, my house would have been broken into by the anxious crowd.

The power of Mao Changji is hair.

Then the picture of your own battles in the future should look like this

The enemy attacked from the front, and with a wave of his hands, countless hairs emerged from his sleeves to tie him up.

The enemy pounced from the ground, stamped his feet, and immediately countless hairs came out from his trouser legs and tied him up.

The enemy sneaked up from behind, he stuck his butt out, and countless hairs flew out from his waistband to tie him up.

enemy

Forget it, don’t think about it anymore, this picture doesn’t look good no matter how you think about it.

Let's find another way

After thinking wildly, the Hokage Building has actually arrived.

The two ninjas guarding the door looked wary. It seemed that they had been so nervous these past few days. Yashiro stepped forward and explained his purpose, and was soon taken to the Hokage's office.

The files on the desk are piled high, as if they can never be finished. The Sandaime took a moment to look up and glanced at Yashiro with a smile.

"Hey, isn't this our great psychic Yakuza in Konoha? Why do you come to me, an old man?"

Yayoi, who was joking about this, quickly bowed and said loudly: "Please don't do this, Sandaime-sama. I am just a psychic who has just started practicing."

The Sandaime seemed to be in a good mood and laughed loudly and said: "Yaya, you don't have to be so serious. We ninjas don't pay much attention to these etiquettes. You just need to act like a normal child in front of me."

Who would think this? It’s not that the instinct of this body is too strong

Speaking of which, I have never been so respectful to anyone else before. Could it be that the Sandaime is too powerful?

Complaints are complaints, and you have to do enough to save face. Yashiya stood upright reservedly, and then explained the purpose of his visit to the old man opposite: "Sandaime-sama, I am asking for a meeting this time, but I actually want to take the liberty of borrowing the sealed book for a look. Please agree to my request."

As he spoke, he bowed involuntarily again

"Sealed Book"

This is no small matter. The third generation pressed the brush in his hand and his face became serious.

"You want to borrow the seal