Human Beings In Konoha, Collecting Corpses On The Battlefield For Ten Years

Kaz, Kaz, Kaz...

Akamichi Dingza sat cross-legged on the ground, gnawing on the potato chips in his hands, looking at the three people sitting in front of him, and wondering why they could have such a good time.

"Wang Bang! It's gone, right? You can't afford it? Give up, right? You're still fighting with me, overwhelming! The last one, Xiao San'er..."

Qífēng threw the last card in his hand, clapped his hands, squinted his eyes and twisted the cigarette butt on the ground.

"Haiyi, deal with cards!"

After speaking, I didn't know where to get the two small white strips, spit on them, and put them on their foreheads in their extremely disgusting eyes.

Nara Lujiu is okay, there are not many notes on his face, about a dozen of them, but Yamanaka Haiyi is different, the white notes are already covering his face, and he can hardly be seen. , Only through the eyes seen in the gap can you be sure that the face is underneath.

"Why don't you guys have so many good cards, you can't cheat, right?" Yamanaka complained, and the note swayed messily in the breath he exhaled as he spoke.

Despite complaining, he still arranged the cards honestly.

"Cheating? You underestimated my name as a gambling saint." Qífēng was full of disdain.

However, his face is not empty, there are still a few notes sticking to his face.

No way, Nara Lujiu is a bug. In just a few games, he has gradually explored the essence of Doudizhu, and even the Master has simply recorded the cards and planned the cards.

He basically posted the notes on Qífēng's face.

As for Yamanaka Hyichi, it was purely his own death.

As soon as he got a good card, he frantically snatched the landlord. As a result, with the uninterrupted cooperation of Qífēng and Nara deer, he became a civilian battle host again and again.

In general, Qífēng, who knows more about planning, has the upper hand.

But if it goes on, it doesn't have to be. He has started to dare not fight against Nara Lujiu, but fortunately, Yamanaka Hiichi, a pig teammate, has pitted him more than once.

"Go on! I don't believe it!"

Yamanaka Heiichi doesn't think he is stupid, at least judging from his usual performance, he also belongs to the category of smart people.

It's just that he takes it for granted.

"If you don't play anymore, if you don't play anymore, you can't put it on your face anymore, it's boring."

Qífēng retreated.

"After spitting on our faces so much, I want to run?" Yamanaka grabbed Qífēng.

"You are looking for Ding Zuo, he has been watching for so long, he will probably be too."

He stopped playing anyway.

Yamanaka Hai glanced at Dingza who was constantly eating, his eyes glistened.

"I don't play, I won't." Akamichi Dingza Urn said honestly.

"Don't, Dingza, try it." Yamanaka did not give up.

"Don't play." But Akamichi Dingza was firm.

He just doesn't like to use his brains. It doesn't mean that he is stupid. He can't play this kind of game that obviously relies on wits. It is better to be honest than others.

"Forget it, don't play if you don't play it, it's bothersome and troublesome." Nara Lujiu tore off the white stripe on his face.

Fighting the landlord was bothered, he just thought it was novel at first.

Gradually, after the Master, I feel boring, so it is not fun to play chess.

No, playing chess is troublesome.

Shook his head.

Only Yamanaka Haiichi was unwilling to be there.

"It's almost time, it's time to go out on patrol and change shifts." Nara Shikajiu clapped her hands and stood up.

"Who's turn?" Qífēng asked.

It doesn't matter to him to change shifts or something.

But three eyes fell on him, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Hey, I am injured." Qífēng stared.

"What do you think of an injury?" Nara Lu smoked a cigarette for a long time.

Yamanaka Nodded, Akamichi Dingza also took it for granted: "When I grabbed my food, it didn't look like an injury at all."

"It's okay. It's safe for the time being. You don't go alone. Putian and the others will be together."

"Dangerous things, do you mean that there will be no if you don't?" Qífēng curled his lips and whispered.

It's not too resistant.

This time they were a group of twelve people, which was exactly divided into four groups, working shifts to guard the border.

He is a corpse collector, but it is not a special case here.

The basic arrangements must be followed.

Pat the dust on your body.

soon.

The heavily armed Qífēng and the Putian trio from Nara Lujiu's mouth moved along the border towards the country of grass.

On the way, Putian, as the temporary captain, briefly explained the task.

It is to ensure that the section of the border where they are located is not infiltrated by ninjas outside the village to ensure the safety of the rear supply troops and the residents of the country of fire.

If an abnormality is found, an alarm will be initiated in time to notify the checkpoint, and the checkpoint will notify the rear.

Either increase the manpower to escort the materials, or suspend the supply of materials.

After a long time.

The Qífēng three arrived at the destination, completed the shift with the previous three, and simply handed over the task.

There is no need to perceive ninjas. During the war, the Konoha enchantment team spent a lot of effort to set up a simple induction enchantment at the border. Apart from the induction, there is no protective function, but this is the case, it also consumes a lot of manpower and material resources.

The result is good.

At least the fire country has not been affected by the war, and the occasional invasion is not fatal.

Of course, this enchantment is not 100% sensitive, and there are still some methods that can be circumvented.

But it's better to have it than not.

Sensitive ninjas are naturally better, but unfortunately they are not equipped in this group.

But it doesn't matter.

Qífēng stood on the tallest tree, leaning on the trunk and looking into the distance.

The low dark clouds in the country of rain seemed to be above the head, and the hazy water vapor greatly blocked the view.

Gradually, Qífēng narrowed his eyes slightly, "Isn't it? So bad luck?"

At the far end, a lonely figure stood, a little fuzzy in the hazy water vapor.

As soon as Qífēng closed his eyes, One Tomoe Sharingan and Three Tomoe Sharingan appeared at the same time. With the rapid rotation of the black gou jade, the line of sight was greatly extended. Although not as exaggerated as Byakugan, it was confirmed that it was a person.

At the same time, he also found a few vague figures lying beside the opponent's feet, no more movement.

Seeing this scene, Qífēng didn't know what to say.

Seeing his figure flashed, and accompanied by white smoke, Sharingan stowed away, the puppet appeared, and the body disappeared.

After a slight pause, he immediately ran to Putian not far away, and said in a deep voice: "Captain Putian, there is a situation. I suggest to notify the checkpoint immediately and ask for support."

Putian gradually frowned at this moment. Obviously, he did not expect the situation to occur again near the checkpoint along the mountain, which should be safer.

Several flashes jumped up to the branches, and saw the shadowy figure standing in the distance.

But he is not Qífēng, without Sharingan's vision support, he can't see clearly enough.

But he was sure, "There is only one person, and the other party does not seem to regard us as a target."

After hesitating for a while, Putian made a decision, "Let's get closer, take a look! Determine the identity and target of the opponent, if the situation is not right, notify the checkpoint as soon as possible and ask for support!"

Putian was the captain, he gave the order, even if Qífēng didn't want to, he couldn't help but follow him and the other ninja, carefully approaching the figure.

The abundant water vapor soaked the clothes of several people, and the dull air made them a little difficult to breathe.

After a while, they finally came not far from the figure.

The man was wrapped in a dark red cloak, and he could not see clearly with his head down. The people lying beside his feet were all ninjas wearing Sand Shinobi costumes.

Is Sand Shinobi dead?

Putian's expression relaxed, and his pressure plummeted, "This friend, I don't know..."

But Qífēng's whole person was tense. He clearly felt the threat from the opponent. It was not like the oppressive feeling of facing the strong, it seemed to be... from the instinct of the body. That kind of tension.

Hearing Putian’s voice, the man slowly pulled off the Kabuto cap on his head, revealing a short red hair with full ears, and drooping eyelids that looked a little lazy. The young face slowly raised the corners of his mouth to outline a joke. Arc, "Friends? Who are your friends?"

"Damn!" Seeing this person, Qífēng took a step back almost unconsciously, swearing.

Sasori of Red Sand!

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