Don't talk about love, just sell birds

After the wound was bandaged, the mattress was replaced with a new one, the door was reinstalled, and after repeatedly explaining to the hospital that it was an unfortunate accident, it was already late at night. On the floor, staring at the ceiling and counting sheep, hoping for dawn soon.

Halfway through the count, I found that Yiyong hadn't fallen asleep, so I found a topic to pass the time, "Yiyong, Yiyong, what book were you reading just now? Can you understand the words here?"

"The characters are the same, all the same kana and Chinese characters."

Izumo really didn't pay attention to this. Anyway, he couldn't understand it at all, and he didn't know what to think. He turned over, and the sound of the friction of the cloth was very clear in the silent night.

Yiyong heard the movement and subconsciously looked towards the ground, just in time to meet the pair of faintly shining eyes, which would look elegant and flawless under the smudged moonlight, as transparent as ice and snow, solidified into a landscape, there is something indescribable Diffused quietly in the heart.

Izumo lay on his side, resting his elbow on his cheek, "Yiyu, what kind of house do you think you like?"

The question without warning cut off Yiyong's neural circuit, and it took a long while before he responded with a slight frown, "Why do you ask this?"

"In the future, when you go back to your hometown with me, you can't live without a place to live. The underground environment is not safe and chaotic, so I want to ask someone to build the house in advance, so that we won't be in a hurry."

"..." Yi Yong couldn't keep up with his brain circuit.

Seeing that he had a desire to speak more and more vigorously, Yi Yong was afraid that he would not be able to hold back once he opened his mouth, so he interrupted in time, "Go to sleep."

The flood that opened the gate was suddenly cut off, and Izumo felt uncomfortable all over his body, as if his body was itchy but he couldn't scratch it. Considering that Giyuu was still injured and needed enough rest time, he could only close his mouth and lie down again. Helplessly tossing and turning, I couldn't calm down, I just wanted to run outside to vent.

Yiyong opened his eyes silently, watching his back disappear out of the window, and soon heard the rustling of animals, imitating very poorly.

Izumo stood on a tree trunk five or six meters above the ground, imitating all the animals he knew, "I know you are here, don't make me say it a second time."

Anbu's mission is to spy on them, so naturally he can't take the initiative to reveal his whereabouts, so Izumo is doomed not to get a response, and he will groan in displeasure after waiting. For these ordinary people who don't know how to conceal the Reiatsu, he can use the Reiatsu to get them back. Knowing too much information, if you like, you can directly report the other party's height, weight, age, and health status. The information reflected by the soul is the most authentic.

"You guys were exposed from the beginning."

As soon as the words fell, the targeted spiritual pressure hit three directions respectively, and in the next second, three people fell from a height and were pressed to the ground by the invisible gravity. in the mud.They all have the strength of jounin, but they didn't expect to have no resistance at all, and they were suppressed without a single face-to-face.

This oppressive feeling pinched their hearts tightly, and the dripping cold sweat disappeared into the dew-heavy lawn. Looking up with difficulty, they saw the cloud jumping down from the tree, approaching step by step, and the fear of death lingered.

to be killed...

Izumo squatted down in front of one of them, the broken hair that fell on his forehead blocked the moonlight, his eyes looked dim, and he stretched out his finger to poke the prostrate man on the ground, but unexpectedly he poked a finger on the shoulder with too much force. blood hole.

Anbe snorted, and Izumo quickly withdrew his hand, admiring the moonlight with a guilty conscience, and wanted to sing a song to change the atmosphere, but he was stunned when he opened his mouth, and finally blamed angrily, "You are too weak."

"..." I'm sorry for being so weak.

"Is it comfortable to lie on the ground? Why don't you get up?"

Speaking of Izumo, he touched the lush lawn with his hands, and his innocent appearance seemed to be asking a sincere question, but in the eyes of others, this appearance was nothing more than a kind of contempt. How can they get up with this impenetrable momentum.

Izumo soon realized it, smiled embarrassingly, put away the Reiatsu, and said to the person who sat up from the ground awkwardly, "It's fine if you show up earlier, I said I know your location, nah, I can't sleep, can you talk to me?"

"..."

Is that what they were called for?

Anbu silently glanced at the wounded and bleeding shoulder, the injury was really not worth it.

It was agreed to talk with him, and Izumo was talking most of the time, making up a series of sweet and beautiful married life.

After some chatting, Izumo went out facing the morning sun refreshed and bought a breakfast for Giyuu with the money he earned yesterday, "Giyuki, this is your favorite salmon."

Yiyong watched him clumsily move the table on the bed and set the table and chopsticks. He even remembered what he liked to eat. His heart was moved, his eyes drooped slightly, and he murmured, "You don't have to do this."

"I want to do it, I am willing to do this for you, why don't you eat it? Is the wound hurting and you have no appetite?" Izumo thought that his injury had flared up again, and ran out saying that the wind was like rain, and found the one he enthusiastically introduced to himself yesterday A nurse who proposed the idea of ​​learning medical ninjutsu.

The nurse looked at the immature boy who was not as tall as her in surprise, covered her mouth and smiled softly, "My sister doesn't know medical ninjutsu, she is only responsible for simple personnel registration, if you want to learn palm fairy art, you have to go to Doctor, but if you want to study systematically, you'd better go to a ninja school."

Izumo has heard of Ninja School, so the first thing to do is to solve the big problem of tuition fees. He muttered words and calculated how many crows he had to sell to earn enough tuition fees. In the end, because he could only add and subtract one or two numbers, he couldn’t The answers to multiplication and division are different each time.

"..."

Izumo felt the deep malice of the world towards people with low culture.

Seeing him wringing his fingers seriously, the nurse couldn't help showing a loving smile, and couldn't help but want to touch his head, but the fox-head mask made her subconsciously dispel this idea, "Actually, if life is really difficult, you can apply for relief funds from the village. , the school will also reduce or exempt tuition fees as appropriate.”

As soon as I heard that such a good thing happened, Izumo left the nurse and wanted to go to Hokage's office, and almost bumped into someone at the entrance of the hospital. Izumo took a closer look and saw that it was a familiar face, and his mind immediately became active.

"Sorry, I won't be buying crows again."

Itachi blocked Izumo's conversation with a word, and tried to walk around him after voluntarily refusing to fall. How could Izumo get rid of it so easily, and followed him after turning his feet.

Itachi frowned, but didn't say anything after all, the two walked up to the third floor, Izumo looked at the corridor more and more familiarly, passing by a ward with the door ajar on the right hand side, a nurse was holding a needle to draw blood, The black-haired and blue-eyed patient sat up from the bed and looked at Izumo, no wonder he looked so familiar, it turned out to be Yiyong's ward.

Just as he was about to call Itachi to stop, he found that the other party had walked into the opposite ward. Izumo followed in with the belief of making money to support his family, "Crow boy, is this your friend?"

Itachi was afraid that he would sell crows to Zhishui if he disagreed with him, so he could only kill this very likely future in the cradle in advance, "Don't buy crows."

"..." Zhishui was confused and couldn't understand what code they were saying, but...

Shisui looked at the person who was trying to quibble, and his clean and innocent voice made his wound start to hurt again. Itachi observed the subtle changes in his expression, glanced at Izumo secretly, and thought After he left, Izumo stared at Shisui for a while and said in surprise, "You are that person from last night, why are you hospitalized?"

Zhishui forced a smile, "I got a little injury, it's okay, why did you come here with Itachi?"

"Itachi? Is it the name of the crow boy?"

Asked back by Izumo, Shisui thought the two of them knew each other, but he didn't expect that they hadn't even exchanged names, and what does the crow boy mean?

Izumo didn't pay much attention to Itachi's name, because he would be more concerned about Shisui's situation. Since he is an acquaintance, he has more room to maneuver. He asked without sincerity, "Your complexion is not very good. You left in the morning. The time is fine, why did you enter the hospital in such a short time? Were you attacked on the way back?"

Seven or eight doctors and nurses walked in one after another. There were a variety of tools on the carts, and they started various inspections around Zhishui.

Izumo saw that their faces were full of solemnity, assuming that Shisui was seriously injured. After observing for a long time, they did not find any other injuries. At this time, one of the doctors pulled Shisui's clothes to reveal his gauze-wrapped right shoulder, After untiing it lightly, he took the tool and performed a series of complicated operations that Izumo couldn't understand.

As the medical staff came in, the room fell into an unspeakable dead silence.

Izumo leaned his head to look carefully at the injury on Shishui's shoulder, thinking that this unlucky child was successfully attacked by others and was about to die, but he found no other scars except the small hole he poked out, "What's wrong with you?"

Izumo was very close, and his hair fell to Shisui's chest. The hair was soft and itchy. Shisui didn't know how to answer his question. He just felt a little uncomfortable, but By morning I could barely stand.

Even though it was only a small wound, the blood couldn't stop no matter what, and what he felt was not only the weakness of excessive blood loss, the decline of physical strength, the weakening of the five senses, and the decline of organ functions. If I have to describe it... like step by step. In old age, vitality is constantly being lost.

If it hadn't just happened that he was treated quickly in the hospital, maybe he would have died quietly by now.

But if he can't tell the person concerned, if the villagers know that he is the culprit, he will definitely be on high alert. He is powerful, his heart is unknown, especially his supernatural perception. Once he senses everyone's hostility towards him, no one can guarantee it. Will he do something that endangers the village, at least on the surface, it seems harmless.

Looking at the beating numbers on the instrument, the doctor shook his head regretfully, "This is not a simple trauma, whether it is Palm Immortal Art or Creation and Regeneration, the wound will heal and will open again soon, and it does not seem to be cursed or something. The secret technique is likely to be some kind of unknown toxin, we will take another sample and find the technical team to analyze it."

Izumo looked surprised when he heard it, "Poison? Why are you so careless, you got poisoned after only a short while apart."

"..."

Can you be a little self-conscious about the injuries you made?

Zhishui endured it, only pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled modestly.

The author has something to say:

Izumo: I have to build a wedding house, I don’t have money, I’m worried.

When I went back to my hometown, I saw a terrifyingly large palace standing tall, covering an area measured in hectares.

Izumo: Who built this?do not care!I saw it!

Thanks for throwing 1 mine, I didn't!Throwing a landmine, Chu Minglou irrigation nutrient solution +1, time swimmer irrigation nutrient solution +10, love you~╭(╯ε╰)╮