His body was spotless, so clean, incompatible with this battlefield, like a clear stream in this scorched earth, which made people feel refreshed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Yakura looked down at himself again, his body was covered with dust and coagulated blood clots, so dirty, like a piece of black soil in sewage, which made people very uncomfortable.

It also disgusted him in his heart.

"Well, remember what you said. Mingyu smiled, "I hope the next time I see you, it's not on the battlefield." ”

Yakura nodded, turned around, and suddenly turned back and said, "Oh, by the way, I haven't said thank you yet!"

Mingyu waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, it's too late for me to thank you." You are a different guy, and I hope that Wu Yin can lead you out of the shroud of blood mist. ”

As he spoke, he also turned his back to him without reservation.

"Ah, that's my goal, too. ”

The figures of the two people stretched extremely long in the afternoon sun, and they met.

Mingyu galloped all the way, and as soon as he returned to the mountain that belonged to Konoha, the fog hidden on the opposite side blew the whistle of retreat.

Mingyu looked back at the whistle and saw the figure standing on the mountain in the distance, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

Sometimes, providence is so tricky, intentionally planting flowers that do not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows, but often sowing a thick shade. For example, Orochimaru, he saved him with his life, but he couldn't change him in the slightest, and he still fell deeper and deeper into the pursuit of immortality.

And he inadvertently changed the fate of Yakura, he no longer had to be controlled by Madara Uchiha, and even changed the history of the fog and the history of the ninja world.

If he can ascend to the position of Mizukage, then it will definitely not aggravate the blood mist policy of the fog hide, and the civil strife of the fog will not happen in the future, and the owners of the blood inheritance limit like Bai and Kaguya Jun Maro will not be ostracized and persecuted, and even their families will be ruined and displaced.

Yakura is like a point on the vein, involving the fate of countless people, and now Mingyu has changed the fate of Yakura, which is equivalent to changing the fate of Momochi Zaibu, Bai, Jun Maro and others, and more, the fate of thousands of people who died in the civil strife.

At the end of the field of vision, there is a round of dissolving red sun, from the warm light emanating from that round of red sun, Mingyu seems to see a certain day in the future, he and Yakura, who is the water shadow, sit upstairs and talk about wine, and by chance glance, he sees Bai and Jun Maro in the crowd, and their faces are flashing with happiness.

The vision moved slowly, and a huge water balloon jumped into his eyes, Mingyu smiled faintly, Speaking of which, there is also a guy whose fate has also been changed by himself.

The dried persimmon ghost shark, who is no longer burdened with the task of slaughtering compatriots under the hands of the watermelon mountain puffer ghost, will it still feel the falsehood of existence, and will it still be bewitched by others?

A loud cheer woke Mingyu from his contemplation, and he looked up to see that the Konoha ninjas were gathered in the plain, letting out a burst of cheers.

The water balls made by the dried persimmon ghost shark are still lying on the other side of the plain, but the Misty Ninja has almost disappeared without a trace.

Mingyu couldn't help but show a smile, the dried persimmon ghost shark who slaughtered his compatriots would actually come forward and block the Konoha ninja alone, breaking off for the retreating fog ninjas, this style of painting changed a little too quickly.

Soon, the water balloon turned into water waves and swept across the plain, and the figure of the dried persimmon ghost shark dived into the rippling water waves and disappeared.

This scene brought the cheers of the Konoha ninjas to a climax, and all kinds of screams and all kinds of exclamations were intertwined, converging into a torrent that shook the earth.

"Fog has retreated!"

"The dried persimmon ghost shark ran away!"

"Hahaha!! we've won!"

The Konoha ninjas cheered and danced, some hugged each other excitedly, some lay on the grass, not afraid of being trampled on, and some even tore their clothes, blushing and roaring.

Seeing the excited crowd below, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Mingyu's mouth, after a year of war, Konoha finally won a big victory, making this group of ninjas lose their normalcy.

This great retreat will kick off the defeat of the foggy hide, as soon as the battle on the upper battlefield is over, the war will turn to a counteroffensive, and the dawn of victory is already beckoning to Konoha.

Although the darkness before dawn is still long.

"Mingyu! Mingyu!" In the plain below, there was a sudden shout from Yachiyo.

Mingyu was stunned for a moment, thinking that Yashiro had called himself something, and was about to go down, when Mingyu's name sounded in the crowd in fragments.

As if a handful of oil had been poured into the fire, more than 2,000 people shouted Mingyu's name together, and they gathered to the mountains.

Everyone understood the significance of the boy standing on the hill to the war, and although he actually only appeared twice, both times changed the situation of the war.

For the first time, he killed the invincible puffer fish ghost in a battle, stopping the arrogant momentum of the fog.

And this time, not long after he appeared, he forced the other party to retreat and directly let Konoha go to victory.

Now he is a mythical existence in the minds of the Konoha ninjas, so when someone shouts Mingyu's name in the crowd, everyone remembers his great role, so all the Konoha ninjas gather to the mountain where he is in a way of worship.

The Konoha ninjas were not ashamed to bow down to a nine-year-old child, they had already worshiped once before.

Looking at the surging crowd, Mingyu stopped, he seemed to understand something.

This Nima is a purposeful, planned, and organized god-making movement!

It is clear that the Uchiha clan are secretly fueling the flames to portray themselves as a hero, a legend, and even a myth.

What can he say about this? He can only hug and enjoy the embrace of these ten thousand people.

At the end of the crowd, a pestle of people stood in place, standing out in the cheering crowd.

That's the Hyuga clan.

Although Konoha won the victory under his own leadership, Hinata Tomoki did not have the slightest joy on his face, staring at the figure who was worshiped by everyone, his face sinking like water.

Why did he fight to the death and fight bloodily in front, but this kid easily stole the fruits of victory without much effort?

Now in everyone's minds, they believe that the hero of this battle is Akiu, who changed the tide of the battle and brought victory.

The Hyuga clan did not enjoy the sweetness of victory! The glory that belonged to Hyuga had been poured into this young man!

"The head of the family ......," the Hyuga clan next to him hesitated.

"Check!" Hinata Tomoki squeezed out words from the root of his teeth, and his knife-like eyes scraped over the faces of all the Hyuga clansmen one by one, "Give me a thorough investigation, who notified the Uchiha of Mingyu's distress in the first place!"

The hearts of the Hyuga clan were all cold, and under the gaze of that gaze, they only felt cold all over their bodies.