Sakura's travel

The black cloak fluttered without wind, and the black-haired boy didn't need to say a word, the powerful aura emanating from his body made the guards shrink back and dare not step forward.

A large body of guards fell down, and the black-haired boy walked into King Xingyue's palace openly as if he had entered no one's land.

"A princess named Sakura in Xingyue Kingdom is about to get married, and Konoha's Tsunade will be the witness of this wedding... It didn't take long for the news to come out, so it came so fast?"

Tsunade's words made the black-haired boy stop.

"Yo! Sasuke, you came so fast!" Tsunade laughed and walked towards Sasuke calmly.

Suddenly, his eyes flickered slightly, and Tsunade smiled as he walked, "Sasuke, I'm Sakura's teacher, you should have thought it through carefully."

Chidori, who had just revealed his right hand, disappeared before hearing the noise.

"Where's Sakura?" His voice was low, suppressing his emotions.

"Sakura? Of course she's dressed up beautifully and ready to get married, haha!"

As soon as Tsunade's words came out, she was not surprised to see the face of the person in front of her getting uglier, but she didn't intend to just let Sasuke go, and continue to make up the knife, "It's rare to meet someone who is capable and handsome, and finally The important thing is a man who really likes Sakura, who is willing to do anything for Sakura... I don't want my stupid apprentice to continue to be stupid, don't you think so, Sasuke?"

"Where's Sakura?!" Sasuke didn't answer Tsunade's words, but just repeated his question again, this time, his voice was even more tense.

Tsunade didn't make it difficult for Sasuke this time, but instead recruited a guard, pointing to Sasuke to "take him there"

Sasuke snorted coldly, turned around and left, without seeing Tsunade's malicious smile behind him.

Let's see how long your kid can be tough.

Haruno Sakura looked at herself in the mirror in surprise.

The ninja uniform has been taken off, and she has changed into a white and silky palace attire.

Under the dexterous hands of the maid, the short pink hair formed a beautiful bun, adorned with small silver ornaments, falling into the hair like an elf under the moon.

The blush and Luoying make the already tender face look as tender as water can be squeezed out.

Before she recovered from her changes, a call came from the door.

It was the call I had been waiting to hear day and night.

However, hearing it now, I can only use two words to describe my mood at the moment: Horror!