v2 Chapter 132： The meaning of the 3rd generation of Fengying

"Okay... we are back to the village."

"Go back to the village...you will be saved."

"...Just go back to the village."

Yin hugged Tong Ye on the ground, trying to lift him up.

However, Tong Ye shook his head and showed a pleading expression. He was speechless and just wanted his wife to leave quickly.

He understands that Sakumo Hagi will not let go of the silver, and the ninja treats enemies ruthlessly. If he does not leave, there will be no chance.

However, the consciousness was gradually fading, his pupils began to blur, and Tong, who was lying on the ground, understood that...the time of death was approaching.

For an instant, he seemed to see his mother who was fighting, and the scorpions waiting in the village.

"Sorry, I can't accompany you anymore."

Finally the last bit of light dissipated from his world.

Chill swept through Yin's body, and she tightly held Tong in her arms, as if only in this way could she feel that she was still alive.

but,

It's empty all around,

That kind of coolness,

It's so real.

"...Will not."

"...Will not."

"My Tong will not die."

"I beg you, don't die!"

"I beg you, have mercy on me, Tongya, Tongya!"

She kept calling, trying to wake Tongya, but no matter how hard she tried, the man in her arms didn't respond.

finally,

She gave up in despair,

She is tired,

Also tired,

The heart is also dead.

In a trance, she felt that she had had a long dream, but with Tong Ye's death, the dream finally shattered, everything in the past turned into a reflection, hidden behind the time, hidden away, as if a world away.

Yin stroked that familiar face, showing an extremely gentle expression.

"We will be together, we will always be together."

In her abdomen, a handful of Kuwu has been completely submerged, and the blood blossoms are slowly expanding.

"I said, if you die, I will accompany you..."

The breeze blew, a white cloud floating and blocking the sun in the sky, and in the shadow, was a piece of blood stained red sand, hugging two people on it.

"...I'm sorry, Scorpion."

.................

He Laozang walked through the long gorge at the entrance of the village and walked under a tall sea buckthorn.

"Scorpion, what are you doing?"

"Look at the clouds, they are so pretty."

Said the red-haired boy sitting under the tree.

The sky seemed clear and ethereal as if it was immersed in blue watercolor, and the silver clouds and mountains were like floating icebergs, drawing a golden outline in the hot sunlight.

"Second grandfather, you said... can Mom and Dad see this cloud?"

"Eh...maybe..."

Eilao Zang said uncertainly.

Seeing Scorpion's lost expression, he smiled and rubbed Scorpion's red hair.

"Haha, I lied to you, of course, they must be thinking of the scorpion on the other side of the cloud now."

"really?"

Scorpion jumped up excitedly, not caring about the tousled hair.

"Then, how can the cloud fall down?"

"...Ok?"

"Mom and Dad are on the other side of the cloud. When the cloud falls, they can go home."

Eilao Zang shook his head in distress, "The cloud is so high, I don't know how to make it fall."

"Then, when will they come back?"

"...almost."

"Always fast, fast. At least give me an accurate time."

Hearing Scorpion say so, Eilaozang could only smile helplessly.

"Tweet!"

An eagle suddenly sounded, and he raised his head. After a dark green ninja hovered in the sky for a few times, it flew towards him.

Is it an emergency?

Thinking like this, after Shinying stopped on his raised right arm, Eilao Zang quickly removed the scroll tied to his paw.

After just a quick glance, he was like falling into an ice cave.

——Tong Ye and Yin died in the hands of Konoha White Fang, come quickly!

"...how come?"

"Damn Konoha White Fang!"

Unconsciously, Eilaozang's right hand holding the scroll tightly turned white, and the handwriting on the scroll was a bit crooked, but he still recognized the handwriting of his sister Chiyo.

In other words, this news is true!

He has never been married, but he regards Tong Ye and Yin as his own children, how could he die? When he left the front line, the battle situation was obviously still very optimistic, how long is this!

The scorpion who silently felt the emotional changes of the second grandfather had an unknown premonition.

Suddenly, a shudder hit the whole body.

"What's going on... Is something wrong?"

Scorpion asked nervously, and his drooping arm had unconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes tightly.

Eilaozang reluctantly smiled and said, "...no...no, it's just that there is something wrong with Shouhe, nothing serious."

"Then my parents are back?"

"This... this, they suddenly have a new task, it may take a little longer."

"really?"

"Of course, I just received the contact." Eilaozang put the scroll in her hand and said: "Your grandma wants you to wait in the village obediently."

Hearing his words, Scorpion patted his chest, relieved, but what followed was what he least wanted to hear.

"Scorpion, sorry, I...may not be able to attend your opening ceremony."

For unknown reasons, the scorpion's body became hot again, but its mind suddenly became cold.

"Hey...then, what should I do? Ninja School...it will start in a few days.

He finally managed to squeeze a word.

"I must now take the ninja to the battlefield... I'm sorry."

Finally, the body was no longer hot, and a cold breath spread to Scorpion's fingers. He squatted down to hug his knees, not knowing how to answer, desperately looking for words to say.

"No... Grandpa has nothing to apologize... But..."

Nearly forty years have smoothed the emotional ups and downs, but facing the disappointed eyes of Scorpion, Eilaozang still feels a little bit painful. But he also understood that there was no other way at this time.

Hai Laozang squatted down and patted Scorpion on the shoulder: "Be stronger, when the mission is over, Grandpa Second will come back immediately..."

Scorpion desperately suppressed his choking, suddenly threw off the hand on his shoulder, and said in a harsh tone: "...I see!"

As he said this, he could almost feel the surprised expression of Grandpa on the side. But even so, he still couldn't control his feelings.

"Enough!" He gritted his teeth, "Enough..."

When the scorpion repeated it again, tears fell in despair.

Why... why does it always become like this!

Is the task so important? !

After ten seconds of silence, He Laozang struggled to squeeze out the three words "I'm sorry...".

.............

The sea-buckthorn tree made a rustling sound under the breeze, but the red-haired boy was not in the mood to appreciate it.

When the words were spoken, he already regretted it, but when he was still young, he stubbornly did not choose to apologize.

And Eilao Zang has also left to gather ninjas.

Scorpion couldn't calm down for a long time, and once again took out the puppet toy his mother gave on his birthday and assembled it.

——When you can successfully assemble, we will come back from the battlefield.

This was what his mother told him before he left, and then he succeeded in only one day and one night, but there was still no parents at the entrance of the village.

Afterwards, every time he succeeded, he would go to the entrance of the village to take a look. Up to now, the purple paint on the puppet has almost disappeared, but his parents still haven't returned.

Now even Grandpa Hai Laozang will leave him again and go to the battlefield.

——I will become the fourth generation Fengying, so that mom and dad will never have to go to the battlefield again.

This was the wish that Xie made, but now he has begun to hate Fengying.

When he was young, his view of right and wrong was simple and straightforward: Three generations of Fengying gave the order to participate in the war. Without him, his relatives would not have been on the battlefield.

As the strongest ninja in the village, he can't protect the villagers and keep them away from the war, so...

What is the significance of the existence of the three generations of Fengying? !

Once again the assembled scorpion carefully wiped the sand blowing on it.

With a serious look, it seems...The puppet in his hand is the most important thing in the world.

..............

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