Tired.

Lu Sheng held his forehead in pain and drew circles on the warm table with his hands.

It was obvious that the hot pot of two people was squeezed in.

Just squeeze in, just ask questions. So many delicious food can't stop you from asking.

Seeing that the clan leader ignored him, Chihe had to pester Lu Sheng and beg him to tell him about the matter in the village.

The brown chopsticks swayed slightly in the hot pot with bubbles. After some exploration, they picked up the smooth fish fillet and put it in the bowl. Their eyes passed over the faint smoke and asked in a low voice: "You just said that Tomoma had disbanded the Qianshou clan."

After receiving a positive answer again, he raised his arm and told Lu Sheng not to speak, he wanted to guess carefully.

"Now, all departments in the village have installed people from the original Qianshou clan."

Chi He's answer made Lu Sheng temporarily stop the movement in his hand and like it, and quickly fought with Madara to fight for ingredients.

His desire for mouth was fully satisfied under the unique seasoning of Lu Sheng. He put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, apologized to the master and apprentice, and walked out the door.

There are also hungry people outside the door. They must also taste such a unique and delicious hot pot, so they cannot suffer in vain in this ghost place.

It’s fine if the village cannot go back frequently. You must satisfy your desires and speed up your pace to monitor the Blood Pool tribe.

"teacher?"

Lu Sheng, who felt that he was invincible, put down his chopsticks in confusion, and could not understand what happened to make the man stop his movements.

The smoke curled up and surrounded his face with spotted mist, and the bottom-up mist lingered in his eyebrows and eyes, making the expression that was difficult to see clearly seemed to be brewing.

really.

The mist was blown away by the long breath, and the next second the robe was taken off and flew to the chair beside it in the direction of your wrist.

The black grid-fitting chain mail wrapped around his strong torso, and his slender arms were completely unsealed, and the bursting speed was higher than before.

Looking at the fine sweat on his forehead and stopped his hands and left the battlefield, Lu Sheng secretly said, it turned out to be hot.

"But this is not spicy either." He sniffed the soup and murmured after tasting it at the tip of his tongue.

As he fought, Madara took a sip of sake and looked at him with meaningful meaning: "If you don't move your chopsticks, the teacher won't show mercy."

Lu Sheng, who received the code, put all the ingredients on the side of the pot. The soup noodles that were still boiling just now stopped immediately, rolling the rich ingredients weakly.

The subtle sound of gritting teeth and the crisp sound of chopsticks breaking suddenly rang through the dissipating smoke and rang in the room: "I have just been out of the village for a few days and I have gained my skills. Let me see what kind of ability I have grown up!"

With the barrier of hot pot, he did not dare to throw himself at the mouse. Lu Sheng hurriedly pulled his clothes and threw them at him, and ran out the door.

"Hmph! If you want me to be a tool, then you need to pay extra." After running on the open space to ensure safety, Lu Sheng, who was gasping for breath, wiped his sweat and whispered.

The quiet moonlight filled the camp, and the dewdrops that leaped into the grass shone with luminous light.

The wind blew the leaves just right, disturbing the long hair on the forehead of the landed student and interfering with the gaze that looked at the earth.

Is it the wind moving? Or is Lu Sheng’s heart moving? Only he himself knows the answer.

His eyes kept waving smoke from the camp, looking at the place where the Blood Pool clan was imprisoned.

After cleaning, those who took the lead in joining the sermon were brought to the camp, while the others were sent back to Hell Valley.

These people must be interrogated seriously, and everyone may launch a second riot after they go back.

Lu Sheng hid in the moonlight and tried his best to hide his figure, hiding in the darkness and walking towards his destination.

Sitting outside the door was the old acquaintance, Chi He, who was responsible for the entire job of guarding the prison alone.

"What are you doing?" Akatsuki, who was rolling on the back of his fingers, walked forward with a slanted eyes.

Lu Sheng, who was sitting on the stone steps, opened his mouth wide and asked in surprise: "Oh, isn't this Captain Chihe? Why are you sitting here alone?"

Chihe glanced at the flashing moon wheel in the sky, curled the corner of his mouth and whispered: "When killing people and setting fires at night, you must be careful at this moment."

Lu Sheng looked at the clear light all over the ground dumbly, feeling that he looked a bit like a certain white hair in front of him, but his personality was much happier than white hair, so it was not surprising that he could keep up with white hair's thinking.

"Uchiha is not our last name, right?"

"What's the surname?" Chi He asked in a cooperation with his idleness.

"Hyuga."

"?"

"The eight trigrams of sixty-four palms, the yin and yang pattern I stepped on was actually quite suitable for us."

Lu Sheng looked at the confused Chi He with satisfaction and successfully used the technique of killing one thousand enemies and self-damaging eight hundred times. It didn't matter if he didn't understand, he just asked for the meaning to be conveyed.

"I want to go in and have a look?"

"no."

Chihe refused reflexively, he was the potential stock of their clan. If something went wrong, the patriarch directly broke the door and window with one punch, and rushed out, directly asking him to end his ninja career on the spot.

Lu Sheng had to open the Sharingan and said to him: "Just bring out the man standing behind Yusuke during the day. I have something to talk to him, and there will be no accidents in front of you."

Chihe seemed to be in a difficult choice, thinking very distressedly: "It's hard to say."

Lu Sheng, who couldn't bear to see, took out the seasoning bag from his pocket and handed it to him: "The specific recipe, don't say that you can't smell it as a ninja."

"Please wait." Chihe walked towards the wooden door excitedly as if he had changed his body, holding the seasoning bag.

Lu Sheng, who could not suppress his curiosity, also followed, and the indoor scene made him stunned.

All the people from the Blood Pool clan were knocked down by the illusion and were lying quietly on the wooden board. On the wooden steps beside them, they were lit with mosquito repellent coils.

Chi He explained to his puzzled eyes: "Although these people may have another riot, they are an important source of funds for our clan after all."

Yin and Yang He who wanted money, Lu Sheng, who knew it, gave him a nickname in his heart. Once he said it, he would either die or be injured.

Chi He, who was standing beside him, also defined him in his heart, a smart little devil who was extremely annoying.

Chihe turned on the eyelids of the others, and after they continued the wave illusion, they placed their hands on their wide shoulders and sent the chakra in.

The man lying on the wooden board gradually returned to clear light. He stared blankly at the clear light beam with smoke and dust floating in the clear light. The scene that was both real and illusory disappeared in his mind. He lowered his head and sneered, "I still feel a little reluctant."

She sat on the wooden board with her legs crossed in a brown ninja suit, smelling the smoke that made her index fingers wafted in from outside the door, and asked Uchiha, who was shrouded in the moonlight, "Is it time to eat?"

The quiet atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

Chihe naturally withdrew his arm and said to his eyes through the night, "If you cooperate well next time, everyone in your clan will have a sumptuous meal, if..."
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