Fortunately, the future four generations of Hokage's disillusionment with the idol of the first generation did not last long, and he held on strongly.

What is silly Bai Tian, what is my sister's head, and the experience of rubbing mahjong with idols who are still children is even more devastating!

Once again, the anchor who spread the quintessence of the country: "...... Playing so slippery, I didn't notice that you had a crash at all, okay? ”

"Actually, it's still a little bit, but it's good to get used to it." The four generations of adults sighed and played cards, and drew a big black cross on the faces of the two seniors who were domineering and exposed in the future with a pen, and when it was the turn of Zhenning, who was looking at him with blank eyes, he just touched his head and let it go openly. After doing these things with a melancholy face, this guy turned his head and sighed to the anchor: "Now it's just the second generation of adults, and I am also full of admiration for the second generation of adults." ”

The second Hokage is the younger brother of the Thousand Hands Pillar.

"Plug-in Jun, you are too greedy, I didn't even know you were such a man!" The anchor righteously despised him: "Does it feel cool to bully idols?"

Bo Feng Shuimen humbly admitted: "It's not bad. ”

The first generation of adults who lost a round was in high spirits at this time, and this kid had been in the casino at a young age, and he could be described as experienced. After realizing the fun of small wooden cards from new friends, he is one of the most enjoyable, and the friendship with friends is also rapidly sublimating - they are all ninjas, don't touch the cards faster, and it is very possible to grab them together by touching them.

As for the two Uchiha families, the painting style is not very different. The Uchiha Shining was just joking—no, he's here to pit him. Madara Uchiha doesn't have much interest in mahjong, but he can't stand his younger brother staring at his cards all the time, causing him to lose all the time, no, the fighting spirit can't help but come up.

The fire in the children's chests is burning, and I have to say, this is youth!

"No, teaching children to play mahjong should be said to be more like a waste of youth, right?"

“……”

Within ten minutes, the anchor refused to talk to the plug-in.

"Speaking of which, why don't you fight." Bo Feng Shuimen was happy to talk to him, and then noticed that the anchor was sitting on the side, watching them bask in the sun and play cards in the open space in front of the door, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled: "This is ......"

"I'm recording."

The anchor shook the mobile phone he was holding, the camera was facing a few of them, and he also turned around and recorded everyone's faces into the video.

"That is to say, this video I recorded records everything that is happening now, including your appearance, and you can find it at any time when you want to watch it in the future."

The Thousand Hands Pillar took his eyes off the mahjong tiles and landed on the small box that he had never seen before: "It's amazing, is this a special ninja?"

"It's just the communication equipment in my hometown, you don't have it here." The anchor raised his hand and let his big face and sister's head enter the mirror in the same frame, and said: "Great, science and technology are the primary productive forces, and we must vigorously develop science and technology in the future!" ”

The Thousand Hands Pillar looked dazed.

Madara Uchiha smiled beside him: "Why are you doing this, are you finally willing to leave?" ”

"Brother Ning is leaving?" Before the anchor could speak, Uchiha Shinin interjected nervously. The anchor rubbed the hair of the little ghost, who became more and more paralyzed after being familiar, and sure enough, it was the same ** feel as Uncle Madara's black hair: "Don't go, who said I want to go, this is entertainment, entertainment." ”

He flipped the screen over, ended the recording, and pressed the save text jiàn.

"A-Ning."

Bo Feng Shuimen suddenly called him.

The anchor who was fiddling with the mobile phone looked up, and saw that the expression of the plug-in gentleman had changed at some point, and he looked at him fixedly.

"What the hell are you doing?"

He asked in a stern tone that he had never seen before.

The anchor glanced at him.

"Do good deeds, don't worry."

At this time, the three children all noticed that the atmosphere was subtly wrong.

Madara Uchiha stopped Zhenning, who looked puzzled and wanted to ask, and shook his head at Tsuruma, after all, Tsuruma didn't get along much with those two.

I always feel like some idiot is going to do something troublesome.

However, this is also true. It's just that the specific planning time is earlier than Madara guessed.

On the day he first met Madara Uchiha, the anchor ran into the woods, avoided the plug-in, opened the live broadcast network, and contacted the remaining 238 viewers.

No, it should be 239 by now.

The viewers who have been waiting for a week without news are already exhausted, and they can't get a follow-up after encountering such a strange event, God knows if the anchor has died honorably in some dangerous world. As a result, on the evening of the weekend, the audience who had not given up suddenly found that there seemed to be a movement on the live broadcast platform, and when they were very excited, someone roared in the penguin group formed by the great god, and it didn't take long for everyone to come.

[Ahhhh 】

[Yes, I haven't slept well for a week, and I always feel like I know too much and will be silenced......]

[Everyone, are your three views okay? 】

Before the anchor appeared, the barrage was lively first. The audience frantically swiped the screen to express their pain for a week. As a result, in a pile of Chinese, a string of Japanese suddenly appeared, extremely abrupt, and it was discovered at a glance.

[I'll go, who's pretending to be forced in Japanese, you're so funny. 】

[Is the translator girl here, what is this person talking about? ] 】

[I'm ...... Still scared, wait, let me see...... Belch! He asked...... Who are we? 】

[Sick, ask us who we are, and who are you!] Speak Chinese thank you. 】

This chaotic Japanese barrage was immediately ridiculed, everyone thought that this person was deliberately brushing up on zài, and he was still complaining, and suddenly someone swiped a long string of exclamation points, obviously, this audience was also scolded.

[That, that, don't scold me, take a look at the number of people online......]

I glanced impatiently to the side.

Number of people online: 239.

Well, 239......

239！

[Mom, what about the great god last time! Sue me sù do you count 238 people or 239 people! 】

[Hell!! 】

It's over, when the great god is sure that it's 238, he goes crazy one after another. A group of people cried wolves at night, until the great god silently said a word.

[I've seen it all before, what if I see a ghost again. Besides, I'm not sure if it's a ghost. 】

Ah, the great god has a point......

The person who brushed Japanese was obviously over, and he seemed to be helpless about the screen full of Chinese, and when the witty Tian and Chaoren were discussing how to communicate with him in Japanese, a new barrage jumped out.

This time it's in English.

Everyone: "......"

Okay, okay, everybody understands English. In this way, the difficult communication began, and the thing that shattered the three views happened again - this neon friend said that his name was Keigo Jibu!

Who are we...... We just innocently watched a live broadcast and encountered the audience of the supernatural event!

Moreover, they don't seem to be from the same world.

[No wonder I couldn't find anyone when I was crazy, but people were different! Times! Yuan! 】

【…… I don't care! Gray peacock boy, I love you, do you need a girlfriend who can eat and be spoiled, woo woo woo, it's okay to have a long-distance relationshipqwq]

The gray peacock boy wordlessly buttoned a string of ellipses, and then continued to persistently ask them what the crossing was talking about in the comment section. The audience regretfully told him, we don't know, you have to ask the anchor.

Hehe, if he can find someone, will he still touch here?

Keigo Keibe of another world takes a deep breath and keeps his gorgeous character from being destroyed. When he opened the door to the new world, he just dropped the mouse, and his appearance was surprisingly calm, after all, he had seen the world before he came back from the dead......

What is this?

Uncle Jibu, who is full of anger, can only stay by the computer or mobile phone with friends from another world at this time, waiting for someone to appear.

Someone did come out quickly.

Still with that deadly look with blank eyes, Jin Jiangning waved at the camera: "Long time no see, miss me?"

[Think, think of a ghost! 】

[Huh.] 】

"I feel relieved to see you think of me like this." The anchor recognized from the fried rice at a glance that he was from Jingwu Boy, who told him to change the font color to rose color even if he sent a barrage. "Time is tight, the main purpose is to prove that I'm alive and don't worry. Keigo boy, I can't explain what happened, you can ask them what happened before. In addition, I would like to ask you one thing......"

[What? 】

"There is a very powerful person, after death, his soul was tied to a scumbag of war as a bodyguard, and he was forced to leave his disciples and children and leave his hometown. Now that they've been wandering for a while and come back, if the five scumbags want to keep him, there's a certain chance that they'll be able to see the child, or if they won't, will they stay or not?"

[This...... It's hard to say, does that powerful person have a grudge against the five scum? If you have it, you can stay, if you don't......]

[What does a certain probability refer to, I personally think that it is pitiful enough to not be able to rest in peace after death, so let the family stay.] 】

【…… What the five scumbags are talking about is that your bodyguard is--Plug-in! 】

The code was too thin, and the anchor looked at the barrage for a while, and he didn't think to hide it, and admitted it directly.

[Anchor, you really have a lot of secrets =_= Forget it, I'll just say one thing, do you want to leave the plug-in in his hometown, do you have to consider the consequences? ] Have you asked him? 】

The anchor said truthfully: "I have thought about it, but no." "Because the plug-in gentleman will definitely not agree.

【Jinjiang Ning! 】

After watching the kind translation girl's real-time translation, Keigo finally spoke.

[Judging by your appearance, you have already made a decision. 】

I am so touched that the young man Jingwu actually understands me so well.

Indeed, when the anchor asked these words, he just wanted to settle down, he couldn't tell others about this matter, and the only person he confided in was the audience.

The second time he returned to this world, he was not sure if he could come back for the third time, and there were still relatives in the plug-in, so there was no need to be his bodyguard all the time to wander with him.

This era is the future of Bo Feng Shuimen, although I don't know if the corresponding one is the one the anchor has been to, he may not be able to see the person he loves the most, but ......

"yes, I'd still like to give it a try."

Finally, he said.

【……】

[Well, come on.] 】

"And he died. I predict that the plug-in king will definitely turn black afterwards. 】

So, when the anchor took out a stone-like thing and handed it over, Bo Feng Shuimen was silent.

“…… What is this?"

"Your soul is hidden within." The anchor spread his palm, revealing the blue stone, which was still stained with red, and it was blood. "Don't worry, I closed my eyes and started to be ruthless, and it didn't hurt much to get it out."

The stone hidden in the scar on the back of his hand appeared on the day he saw the Wai-kun. He used the kunai he had brought from Kakashi-chan to dig open the scar and find it.

"I'll stay here for a while, find the right person to keep this stone, and bring it to your friends in a few decades." The anchor straightened his waist and carefully observed the face of the plug-in, and immediately added after finding that something was wrong: "Don't be angry, I deliberately let Zhenning get rid of your ...... Don't hit me either! ”

When the stone is separated from the human body, the soul inside gradually falls into a dormant state until it comes into contact with the person again. The so-called sun recharge is just one way, and the energy of the soul is more replenished by blood.

In order for the plug-in gentleman to persist in seeing his son for decades, the anchor must bleed.

"I see."

Bo Fengshuimen's voice was low, and the anchor felt a chill when he heard it. He walked over slowly, his figure was already a little lighter, and at a glance he glanced at the anchor's tightly wrapped left hand, he paused, and looked at the anchor for a long time.

Until the anchor wittily opened his arms: "Don't be like this, you can't go back, come with a parting hug." ”

Bo Fengshuimen bent down slightly, wrapped his hands around the back of the sitting anchor, and patted him lightly twice.

"No matter how black-hearted the boss is, he can't bear to let you work for a day job anymore." The anchor also patted him on the back, "What's more, I'm still a good boss." ”

Then he heard a sigh from his ear.

"I didn't expect you to do such a thing behind my back." The plug-in gentleman patted him on the back again, and this time the strength was so great that the anchor felt like he was about to vomit blood. At this time, I couldn't see the face of the plug-in, and I only listened to him say slowly: "Okay, A-Ning, you have received your kindness, but - I'm angry." ”

He let go of his hand and stood up straight in front of the anchor. The blond man pressed his head and said gently, "The next time we meet, I will thank you solemnly." ”

Anchor: "No, no, no, there may be no next time......

"How is that possible, there must be."

With a smile and the last sentence, the man's shadow was finally too transparent to see, and the blood stains on the stone were quietly gone.

The anchor stared nervously at him disappearing, and after sitting stiff for a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result of his sudden relaxation, he felt wave after wave of exhaustion sweep over him, and there was no room for resistance. Closing his eyes, the anchor staggered to the cold bed, and he didn't have the strength to change his position, so he fell asleep like this.