Betrayal Has a Terrible Start

With knee-length hair, the red-and-white shrine maiden's clothes just wrapped around the perfect body, the black pupils exuded an interesting smile, and the face was clean and white, like a masterpiece worth admiring.

Wearing clogs, the white stockings covered the roots of the thighs, and the figure slowly walked on the ground of sparks and blood, unstained by dust.

Holding a katana sword with a white hilt in his hand and waving it gently, a Konoha ninja standing in front of him was cut into two pieces in astonishment.

What erupted was not bright red blood, but a dark red pigment in the blood.

With the magic power of the priestess attached to the blade, it can be said that it is a curse that kills with one blow.

It would be better if chakra and mana conversion were equal.

Beside her, there are many corpses of Konoha ninja and Sandyin ninja.

This is the border village between the land of grass and the land of rain.

The conflict between the ninjas completely destroyed this pure land.

"I'm not interested in trash that can't dance."

Putting the blade in the sheath, the long black hair was gently raised in the dance of fire, bringing in an indifferent wind.

Quickly left this scorched earth.

I had planned to take a good hot spring here, but this happened.

Needless to say, Ye Ji was in a bad mood.

What a woman can't bear is that someone comes to disturb her while she's taking a bath.

So the dozens of Konoha and Sandyin ninjas fighting in this town will pay with their lives for disturbing her graceful mood.

The hot springs can't be soaked, it seems that I can only go back to take a hot bath.

On the grass outside the town—

In front of a big rock, leaning against a young boy, only about four or five years old, with white hair, blood on his right cheek, blood flowing into his eyes, his eyes half-open and half-closed, panting heavily, Qi is like a gossamer, very weak.

There are also many scratches on the legs and arms, and the flesh is open.

You could be seriously injured at any time.

Even if he was seriously injured, there was not much struggle on his face, but sat there in a daze.

The innocent eyes, like a cub, are confused and see through everything.

In the war years, there are countless little devils who end up like this, so Ye Ji doesn't plan to pay attention to such a guy.

You can just die here, but living is painful.

Death may be liberation.

However, after glancing at the young kid, a familiar face was imprinted in her eyes.

Slowly stopped.

Suddenly the grass fell silent—

There is only a quiet and gentle breeze, and a faint sound of breathing.

The hair was blowing gently in the wind, and the faint fragrance lingered in the air.

Turning around, Ye Ji walked in front of the little boy like a ghost, squatted down, squeezed the flesh on his face with her palm, and slowly raised the boy's face, her voice was slightly cold:

"Hey, kid, make your appearance smarter and let me see."

Such an unreasonable order.

The boy slowly raised his head.

bewildered, bewildered...

Chapter 71 Your name is Pocket (2)

Seeing this little boy's eyes, and this immature face, Ye Ji's glamorous face, she frowned slightly.

Where have you seen it?

No, in my nearly 20 years of life, there really was no such person.

Besides, his age is too far from this little boy.

Is it a memory from another life?

That's the plot character.

And it can make her feel familiar, it seems that it is not just as simple as cannon fodder.

"Are you a survivor of this town?" Ye Ji thought for a moment and asked lightly.

The little boy just sat there blankly, as if he couldn't remember anything, neither shaking his head nor nodding, his expression was stagnant.

"Interesting. What about the name? You won't tell me you don't even have a name, will you?" Ye Ji asked with a smile.

Sure enough, the little boy was still sitting there as always, but this time his brows were wrinkled in pain, his eyes were full of fear, and it seemed that terrifying scenes appeared in his chaotic memory.

The third ninja war, silver hair, orphans, lost memory, and this slightly familiar but immature face...

This child is...

The smile in Ye Ji's eyes deepened.

This is really a surprise, I didn't expect to encounter it here.

"It seems that you lost your memory because you hit your head. What a poor kid. You are lucky to meet me this time."

Having said that, Ye Ji performed medical ninjutsu, and the green light source illuminated the wound on the little boy's body. The wound healed quickly. Anyway, it was only a skin injury, and it did not need to use the witch's spiritual power.

"How is it, is it better now?"

After about a few minutes, most of the injuries on the body were dealt with, and the wounds were wrapped with bandages, and the broken blood on the head was also wrapped with white bandages, Ye Ji asked with a smile.

"Well." The boy nodded lightly, there were not too many emotional fluctuations in his eyes, and his face was also expressionless. It seemed that he was confused about his current situation.

Ye Ji has seen too many little devils like this.

Every country has them, but these war years are the most common.

If it weren't for its special place, he would have to let him fend for itself.