In the Battle of Kikyo Mountain, only a few hundred of Sandra's army of nearly 20,000 ninja troops fled the Sichuan desert and retreated to the Land of the Wind.
However, Konoha paid less than 2,000 casualties and won the final victory.
From Mount Platycodon to the mountainside, dense gray bones cover the entire mountaintop, forming a forest of dead bones.
There seemed to be countless murders and piercing cries on cold nights.
After ten years, I am afraid that no one will dare to set foot on this mountain again
The battlefield in the Kingdom of Wind is over, and so is the Mu Camp.
Thousands of Konoha elite troops have assembled and will return to Konoha village tomorrow morning.
Only the ninjas who stood guard before the war remained at the border, and they have been observing the movements of Schein Village.
At night, the camp was quiet, and the joy of victory was hidden in everyone's heart, because there were still two tough battles to be fought.
Ye Han stayed in his camp, thinking about a problem.
It seems that even though he doesn't share, he's pretty good at hallucinating.
One movement and one look often make Ren Shang fall into dreamland.
Dong Ge once asked Hei Jue, but the old boy showed a strange and sinister smile, and only told him: "You will know later!"
It seems that my body still hides deeper secrets. Ye Han muttered, then narrowed his eyes and looked up at the curtains.
A slender shadow stood there as if it had been there for a long time and seemed to have just arrived.
Dong Song narrowed his eyes, stood up and walked out.
There was a chill in the air, telling the identity of the newcomer.
Of these three endurances, the most visually striking is undoubtedly the **** Tsunade, while the Oromo language can be distinguished at the same time.
The insoluble cold feels like being stared at by a pair of icy snake eyes in the dark.
"Uncle Snake, what's the matter so late?" Dong Ge asked fearlessly. To tell the truth, he likes Oromo very much.
"The Eastern Song Army doesn't seem to be afraid of me?!" Orochimaru licked his lips and said with a strange smile:
"Are you afraid? I think Uncle Snake has a lot of personality." Ye Han said with a straight face, but there was nothing false about his cold black eyes.
Have a personality? Orochimaru froze for a moment, this was the first time I heard someone comment on him like that.
"It's so late. What can I do for Uncle Snake?" Dong Song asked straight to the point.
Orochimaru restrained his mind, stared at Ye Han inexplicably as if trying to see through him, after a long silence.
He just said lightly, "Dong Gejun's blood supply restriction is a bit complicated"
Ye Han is a smart guy, he knew what Oromo meant almost within seconds.
Blood relay limit? That is not the blood relay limit, but the blood relay network above the blood relay limit!
"What is Dong Gejun laughing at?" Orochimaru frowned slightly, and Dong Ge gave him a gray bone. He doesn't understand. It's a bit of a shame, but not everyone can laugh at him!
A faint murderous aura spread, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.
The corner of Ye Han's mouth stiffened, and then he calmed down.
"Does Uncle Snake still want to trade?" Ye Han didn't explain either. In fact, he didn't want to mock Oromo.
What does Dong Gejun want? Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, his voice full of infinite temptation.
Dong Ge frowned displeased. Same goes for Oromo. He likes to mix two or three magic words into his charming speeches.
On the one hand, it prevents the other party from seeing hallucinations; on the other hand, it achieves the effect of demagoguery.
However, illusion is Ye Han's best skill besides completely killing Huigu.
My thoughts are flying here and there. Ye Han was thinking about what he lacked the most
If there is only one thing that Ye Han cares about most in Oromo art - the regeneration of dirty soil!
However, it is estimated that the whey is not perfect and will not be handed over.
Then please ask Uncle Snake to help me find someone. A figure flashed in Dongsong's mind, which is a good ability.
"Hey? Who does Ye Hanjun care about? Interesting." Orochimaru licked his lips, with uncontrollable interest in his eyes.
In his opinion, evil spirits like Ye Han are unpredictable and cannot be speculated according to ordinary people's thinking.
Seeing Dashewan's expression, Tomatsu frowned slightly, regretting being so bold.
"Don't worry, Dong Gejun, it's a deal. IMy employees will not be discovered by the other party. "Oshemaru agreed.
"It's a woman, about 20 years old" Ye Han recalled the fragments in his memory, he couldn't remember how many branches.
Finally, Ye Han added, "She has the ability to heal through her body."
"By biting your own skin, you can quickly restore your own or someone else's chakras and damage.
"Is that so" Oromo nodded and noted that this is indeed a special ability.
Seeing this, Dong Ge stretched out his right hand, and the chakras gathered in the palm along the meridians.
Cameroon
The sound of bone growth sounded, a gray bone on Ye Han's palm cracked, and flesh grew out.
Compared with the previous three phalanxes, Ye Han is full of sincerity this time.
I will complete Dong Gejun's request as soon as possible. Dashewan feels Ye Han's sincerity and promises again.
Not only because of this deal, Dashewan seems to like getting along with Ye Han a little bit.
Compared with other children who are only afraid of Nuonuo, Ye Han is really special.
"Thank you very much." Dong Song said in a sincere tone, neither humble nor overbearing.
The night wind whined, and a fallen leaf rolled up and whirled past.
There was silence outside the camp, as if nothing had happened
On this day, Muye Village ushered in the return of heroes.
A mighty force of ninjas flocked to Kono's entrance. Strangely, it was not any of the three ancestors who walked in front of the procession.
but
A huge black coffin!
Wooden leaf hero flag wooden plastic fur black coffin!
Hatake Sakumo, who stood on the beach alone and endured thousands of elite nights, did not dare to cross the line step by step!
The wind was a little sad, and a layer of dust was blown up, and the sky was covered with dark clouds.
The air was heavy, as if full of lead.
No one is happy about the victory, only the heavy memory of the lost heroes.
The crowd looked at the black coffin seriously and walked through the wooden door. The silver-haired young man in the crowd stared straight at the black coffin. His eyes glistened with fog. (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com