[Hokage] Scales

"Master Orochimaru, I brought the clothes."

In the depths of the dark and obscure cave, huge and thick infusion pipes are intertwined among complex devices full of traces of spells. No matter where the pipeline starts, the end of the pipeline extends to the deepest and darkest place.

The darkness reduced Yao Shidou's vision, but he clearly understood the location of Orochimaru, because a pair of golden eyes that were too dazzling for the cave were slowly opening there.

"Leave it alone."

Even in a very weak state just after changing his body, Orochimaru's voice did not tremble a bit, it was still slow, deep and soft as usual.

Pharmacist Dou has an innate talent. He seems to know the limits of advance and retreat in front of different people by nature, and he can move steadily on various boundaries.

This black-haired man known as an adult—despite the wrong gender of his body—can be called generous almost all the time, whether it is money or knowledge, Orochimaru never asks too much, and doesn't care whether the knowledge is exclusive or not. Some offensive words, as long as you have the ability, he can ignore them.

At this time, Yao Shidou's keen intuition told him that why there is a set of women's clothes in Dashewan's room that has been obviously worn by someone and must have been stored for more than ten years is a category that cannot be answered.

He put the suit of clothes on the cabinet by the door as promised, comprehending the unspoken words of Orochimaru, and exited the door.

After a long time, the man, whose whole body was wrapped in bandages with only his eyes exposed, raised his hand and tore off the infusion tube attached to his body. He stood up and adapted to his new body. This was not the first time his soul was reincarnated, and he quickly mastered the balance of his limbs.

Orochimaru ignored all the muscles, blood vessels and meridians frantically sending pain signals, as if it had no effect at all, went to the door and changed into the suit that the pharmacist pocketed, and burned it directly with fire when he took it off.

Only after putting it on did he realize that this was not what he planned for himself.

Laughing softly, Orochimaru turned around and felt the wide trousers that had not been clearly stated but the expression of the wearer showed complaints.

Lying back on the bed, he slowly closed his eyes, and the bloody smell mixed with wonderful attraction filled his lips and teeth again, as if a thin and weak hand passed over his face, and the fingertips slightly sank into his lips , a hoarse voice that he had never heard a few times whispered, almost whispering.

[Please, eat me. 】

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There are alien races in the sea, whose shape is similar to human beings.

The body is covered with scales and has different colors.

The lower limbs are like fish, and the elders can reach three feet.There are gill holes on the side of the neck.

Good at traveling, suddenly disappearing.

The blood has a faint fragrance, and anyone who smells it will feel the desire to eat.

It is said that those who are addicted to their flesh will prolong their lives by eight hundred.

——<Anecdote of the East China Sea>

The author has something to say:

I really don't think it's BE

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