The strongest support for the fourth generation

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"How much longer?"

Zhenyong frowned and asked... Along the way, he had asked the same question countless times.

Caring leads to chaos... As the head of the root agency, how could Zhenyong, who had performed countless missions in various parts of the ninja world, be unable to measure such a simple distance? But this whole journey, he never felt at ease... He was afraid.

Bystanders know... Orochimaru can see it very clearly. These days, the real brave man who encounters trees, felled trees and rocks is no longer the friend he is familiar with... At least Orochimaru has never seen such a panic and impatient person.

A Thousand Hands is really brave.

Whether it was the first time we negotiated with him, or every cooperation after that, in addition to his terrifying strength, the most profound impression this young man left on Orochimaru was his calmness and castle-like manner that were incompatible with his age.

——But now, he is like a child who is afraid of the dark, desperately running towards home at dusk...

He was afraid... afraid that he would never see that woman again...

"We're almost there."

Orochimaru's voice was still so hoarse, but he didn't know if it was because of the little Shion in his arms, that indifference was gradually being replaced by tenderness.

"Let's take a rest."

There was no answer. Zhenyong just shook his head stubbornly and speeded up his progress...

Although he had barely slept a wink these past few days, the burning feeling from his soul kept urging him to move forward faster.

Orochimaru frowned... Although Xiao Shion had no intention of resting, his increasingly pale face and the bloodshot eyes made Leng Jun dare not be careless.

"Let's rest for a while!" This time, his tone was a little unhappy. "Ziyuan is still too young and can't bear this kind of bumping."

The hurried pace finally stopped... The guilt for his daughter finally made Zhenyong stop temporarily - he could not care about his own body, but little Ziyuan couldn't... For Maitreya, she must be healthy.

"Uncle, I..."

Shion tugged on Orochimaru's lapel. Although his voice was very weak, the little girl still stubbornly hoped to return to her mother as soon as possible... But when he touched the concerned look that Zhenyong turned around, he fell silent again...

She turned her head and buried her face into Orochimaru's chest - because of the accident when they first met, she still had an almost instinctive resistance to Zhenyong.

…

His daughter's avoidance made Zhenyong's heart throb again. He reluctantly kept a smile and reached out to touch Xiao Ziyuan's head, but the latter, who felt something, curled up and avoided...

"I'm afraid she's thirsty. I'll go find some water..."

Nodding to Orochimaru, Zhenyong had no choice but to find a lame excuse and leave in a hurry... In the backpack behind Orochimaru was the bamboo cup he had just filled with dew in the morning...

"Why…"

Looking at Ziyuan in his arms, whose eyes were also red, Leng Jun could only sigh helplessly...

Nature plays tricks on people.

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"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Inside the gauze tent, Maitreya's voice lost some moisture and lightness compared to the past... It seemed like a river that was about to dry up and would be swallowed up by wind and sand before the rainy season.

The intermittent coughing sound was so fragile that it made people feel distressed.

"grown ups…"

The maid responsible for taking care of the miko's daily life was sitting on her knees outside the tent - since yesterday, the miko-sama has been unable to even sit up, and her condition has worsened faster than expected.

The weak coughing gradually stopped, and after a while, a woman's voice, as thin as a mosquito's moan, finally sounded.

"Shion...are you back?"

"My lord...there is no news about Miss Ziyuan yet."

“…”

Within the gauze tent, there was a brief silence, and then the weak cough lingered for a moment again.

"You go down..."

"yes…"

The young woman stood up slowly, and then carefully exited the witch's room. After the creaking sound that symbolized the door being closed, there was only the sound of weak coughing from time to time in the room...

Aster…

The amber eyes are no longer as ethereal as they were when they first met Zhenyong... The illness and life have tortured the miko to a point of weakness, and even the eyes that seemed to be able to discern the truth of everything have become cloudy...

Maitreya has no regrets in her life - as a miko, in her generation, she has finally resolved her long-cherished wish with the monsters, and does not need future generations to repeat the tragedies of their ancestors. She has accomplished everything... even if she dies now.

There will be no regrets!

…

It should have been like this, if not for Ziyuan...if not for her daughter.

Although Maitreya was a witch before becoming a mother, what mother doesn't want her children to be safe and sound, and doesn't want to watch her children grow up in front of them?

"Ahem..."

Breathing becomes more difficult, and the coughing becomes more severe...

——It's a pity that God has already favored her too much, and this time, he doesn't plan to show any more favors...

It was almost impossible to open her eyes... But Maitreya could still feel that her life was passing through her fingers. Maybe when the west wind blew out the remaining candle, she would die silently like this...

…

A big hand held her hand quietly, as if it came from some distant, unrealizable dream...

A certain kind of warm energy began to flow from his fingers, and then gently flowed into her veins - the eyes that had been unable to open gradually returned to clarity, and they had gradually fallen into a silent world, but at this moment, a certain sound sounded.

A man's whimper...

…

"Hold on...Hold on!"

She opened her eyes with all her strength, and that familiar face appeared in front of her again.

Outside the window, there was the sound of misty rain, and the witch's smile flashed away, and turned into silent tears again...

"You shouldn't have come..."