Chapter 790：

You really take yourself seriously, that's a fool.

He has experienced countless dark ghost sharks personally and understands people's hearts very well.

And he knows.

Human nature is the most untestable.

"Hehe, okay, then I would like to congratulate Master Shuiying on the top of the five generations in advance."

The dried persimmon ghost shark carried the big sword shark muscle behind him.

This behavior also indicated that he would not do anything to his companions in the village.

The battle... is over.

From the perspective of Terumi Ming.

The final outcome of the dry persimmon ghost shark should be when she arrived, she was still fighting with Taodi no more, or the two died together.

But the final result was completely beyond her expectation.

She didn't expect that the dried persimmon ghost shark would be so strong.

This kind of power is also a threat to her future rule.

What's more, this is already the second betrayal of the dried persimmon ghost.

He first betrayed the watermelon mountain puffer fish ghost.

Then he betrayed Yakura so quickly.

A man who can relentlessly betray his boss twice will naturally have a third time.

"Whee......"

Looking at Terumi Mei's eyes, the ghost has already understood.

Terumi Ming's reassurance was just a slow-down strategy.

I am afraid that in the future, I will be "being" committed suicide.

Or "be" defected.

"Let's just get it straight, Terumi Mei."

The ghost shark continued to laugh.

This kind of smile is his false mockery of the world and himself.

"You don't trust me, and I didn't intend to trust you."

Guiyu glanced at her, then backed away.

And below the cliff, there are terrible rocks and waves crashing.

"Nothing has changed..."

The ghost shark shook his head.

"Even if you are in charge, the blood mist is just a new name."

"Bala" is not the savior.

Nor is Terumi Mei.

Sure enough...Peace will never come.

Recognizing the ghost shark of this false reality, he felt that the white demon was more generous.

At least they have admitted that they have to fight forever.

And finally set off toward the sea of ​​stars.

The opponent changed from a human to an alien.

At least in the pattern.

Much better than "Bara" and Terumi Mei.

"Hehe, goodbye."

The dried persimmon ghost shark glanced at Zhao Meiming.

He took another look at Hyuga Xiao.

Men may not understand women.

Women don't understand men either.

but......

Men know men best.

As soon as the ghost shark came into contact with the white demon's eyes, he understood the meaning contained in the opponent's eyes.

"Join the Akatsuki organization and investigate the man's intelligence for me."

This is what Hyuga Xiao finally conveyed to Onishi.

next moment.

The dried persimmon ghost shark fell from the cliff like a kite with a broken line.

"This guy!!"

Seeing the ghost shark running so simply and neatly.

Terumi Ming swiftly stepped forward.

Under the cliff, the dried persimmon ghost shark is falling.

His mocking face seemed to mock himself.

After a while.

The dried persimmon ghost shark falling to the bottom of the mountain is conscious.

On the cliff in front of him, Terumi Ming and others could still be seen.

The dried persimmon ghost shark tried to move the body, but there was no response from the body.

I am afraid that all the bones in his body have been broken, his spine should have been severely injured, and all his internal organs have also been displaced.

If it weren't for the huge chakra energy to subconsciously gather and act as a buffer for the body, I am afraid that he would be broken into pieces the moment he fell to the ground.

But even if he has regained consciousness, his current situation is still very dangerous.

If you lie down and do nothing, your body will still die slowly.

Guiyu could clearly feel that his eyes began to gradually become blurred, and even his breathing became abnormally heavy.

Even if he was lucky enough to not die, Terumi Mei would not let him go.

"If you die here like this, everything before that will be wasted..."

If you die here.

Whether it is the ordeal that Wuyin has endured.

The countless companions he killed in the past will not be repaid.

The will of the dried persimmon ghost began to condense again, and the idea of ​​survival arose in his heart.

"The sea of ​​stars...based on the earth at my feet, heading towards the universe...I also want to...look at such a world!!!"

Seems to understand the master's mood.

It should be just the muscle of a dead creature, and it opened its mouth, like a living creature, and it began to beat.

Do not.

should say.

The mackerel muscle itself is a living body.

It just looks like a knife, and it is indeed a knife.

In the next moment, the muscles scattered on the ground crawled to the palms of the ghosts.

As soon as it came into contact with the dried persimmon shark, the scalpel muscle began to pour the chakra into the shark's body without any reservation.

The trauma on the ghost shark's body began to make up to the naked eye.

And when Terumi Ming's subordinates came here, the dried persimmon ghost shark and the big sword shark muscle had disappeared without a trace.

that's all.

Wuyin's Weird Person·Dry Persimmon Ghostfish has become the wanted order for Wuyin's S-Class Rebellion.

Soon after, it spread throughout the Ninja World.

The Blood Mist also announced the end without the outside world knowing it.

End of this chapter

That night.

On a small hill on the outskirts of Wuyin Village.

Wearing a misty Murakami Ninja Vest and wearing a misty forehead, the peach field appeared here without cutting it.

He is alone...no.

Beside him, there is a child.

Like a girl, but also like a boy.

Shui Wuyue Bai, an orphan of the Shui Wuyue clan.

In the past few years.

Just like Hyuga Yoshida drilled Uchiha Izumi.

No matter how Taodi didn't cut it, he would use Bai as his own tool.

"Bai, it's a pity... Starting tonight, I will abandon this country."

Taodi's gaze was not cut anymore, leaving from Bai's delicate face, she looked into the blood mist wrapped in thick fog.

Even if the sky is dark.

The lights in the blood fog still shine like fireflies in summer.

Busy ninja in the blood mist.

Post-war clean-up work is in progress.

"But...I will definitely return to this country! Take this country in my hands!"

Taodi failed to cut again.

In the end, the fisherman benefited, instead, it was the misty indigenous forces headed by Terumi Ming.

"So what I need is not comfort and encouragement, what I really need is..."

"I know."

Bai replied softly.

"Please don't worry, I won't cut Mr.'s weapon again...I will be obedient, please use me as a tool and let me follow you..."

Bai showed a shy and sweet smile.

Because of the relationship between not being cut again, his eyes narrowed into crescents.

"Humph...good boy."

Do not cut for a moment.

Even his hard heart was healed by the white smile.

"let's go."

After speaking, Tao Di turned around without cutting, her eyes sharpened again.