Chapter XII

The plug-in said that Kakashi was injured, and even if he was suspicious, he didn't run back so quickly, and the anchor thought about it, so he changed his goal and built a house by the lake.

Well, it's a house, but it's just a cabin. Raw materials are everywhere around here, and a random tree can be cut down and a pile of piles can be hauled back, and there is a small village on the other side of the forest where you can buy the necessities of life. The shirt and jeans that the anchor wore from the world of tennis boys had long since been rotten, and he hated that the clothes he got in Shayin Village were like big pockets, so he bought them in the small village......

The anchor looked at the glittering plug-in with an expectant gaze: "Are you rich?" ”

Bo Fengshuimen looked back at him and asked rhetorically: "A-Ning, do you think there will be banknotes on the soul?" ”

“…… Even if you don't have it, what about your private money? When the Hokage didn't hide a small vault somewhere? The anchor shook his shoulder desperately, hating that iron is not steel, "You can't do this, don't you bear to watch us sleep on the streets in poverty!" ”

"I'm sorry, as a man who has to support his family, I really don't have a small coffer......" seemed to suddenly remember the past, Bo Feng Shuimen's smile faded a little, but soon returned to normal. Fortunately, he was experienced after all, and after thinking for a while, he went into the woods again, grabbed a few ninjas who had beaten down before and now escaped, and sent them to the nearest underground exchange without stopping.

When they came out, they instantly became rich.

"Remember those ninjas' forehead guards? A mark is made on the sign of the ninja village, indicating that they are rebellious shinobi. Every renegade will be rewarded by the ninja village, and what we get now is the bounty. ”

Bo Feng Shuimen is very considerate to do popular science, but the anchor can't listen to it at all. It feels so good to be rich, and I feel relaxed, and every time I come to this time, I can't help but think of the days when there was a big local tyrant Jingwu young man......

Fortunately, the plug-in gentleman is very good at making money.

Counting the money, he said to Bo Fengshui without raising his head: "Let's go change our clothes first, oh yes, we have to buy masks." Then he went back to the village and returned the borrowed robes and cloth. He was referring to the equipment that came from the small village to cover the plug-in in case of emergency, "Finally, I have to prepare ......"

The anchor's heart is well played, imagining a bright future, his eyes can't help but squint, all satisfied.

Bo Fengshuimen couldn't help but want to laugh when he saw his calculating appearance.

But he did laugh, and the faint melancholy dissipated. He leisurely walked on the familiar land under the sun with his hands behind his back, and he was indeed in a good mood.

It's just that you have to build a house, so it's not a little troublesome......

Forget it, take your time.

When a qiē was ready, they started by chopping trees and chopping wood.

Although the anchor is also helping, in fact, it is the coolies that the plug-in Jun does more, and it only took one day to erect the mold of the wooden house, and the roof is missing.

But the adverse effect of high efficiency is that because the power is used too much, the entity of Bo Feng Shui Gate is getting weaker and weaker, and it is even worse than when it was in its original soul state. He was still in the mood to joke that he would be able to change back in the sun, but the anchor looked up at the sky—it was gloomy, and the clouds had been gathering for days.

"Take care of yourself."

"Oh......"

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the shadow of the plug-in king to disappear completely.

The anchor was silent, walked into the house lightly, and looked around: the half-finished wooden house looked very empty, a bed against the wall, pots and pans piled on the floor, and a brazier that had been lit up and placed in the room by the plug-in gentleman before.

"Strange, when did my luck get so bad?"

As he sighed, some cold liquid fell onto his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and soaked into the rough fabric of the mask.

Anchor: "Very good, to correct me, I've had really bad luck lately. ”

He kicked the brazier into the cover of half of the roof in resentment, and the flames shook violently, bursting with red glows. The anchor sat on the wooden bed in a daze, lonely, almost melting into the darkness.

The roofless half of the house was covered with rain, bringing with it a damp smell. The anchor was stunned for a while, feeling really bored, and after hesitating, he turned on the baby phone that he hadn't used for a long time.

Originally, I just wanted to flip through it casually, but what I didn't expect was that as soon as I turned on the phone, the prompt tone of the text message rang.

Someone charged him with phone bills and data.

The anchor's hand shook and he almost threw the phone out. He's crossed over, it turns out that he can still recharge across the world with such a move? ! It's impossible not to think about it.

Well, now he can't even find what amazing features his phone has.

Then he began to wonder who was so kind. It's very simple, after all, there are so few people who know his mobile phone number. Sure enough, not long after the SMS of successful recharge arrived, the prompt tone rang again.

[Jin Jiangning, I can't get through to your phone, is it in arrears again? ] Fortunately, Uncle Ben didn't forget you when he was free, and charged you with phone bills and traffic, and saw the quick return. 】

The sender's note is that of a gray peacock boy.

Tried to reply to the text message, but it didn't work, and the call definitely couldn't go out, so the anchor had to give up after tossing for a while. It's just that he unconsciously became happy, and he was still huddled alone on the hard plank bed, but when it rained, he finally had something to do.

There were still two bars of electricity left in the phone, and he played for a while to defend the potatoes, and easily refreshed the record of my Airo,

Glancing at the comments, it seemed as if everyone was scolding him. Part of them are accusing the plot of being too exciting and scaring them to death, some of them are saying that the anchor has disappeared for half a month, and the drama is not diligent and will be finished sooner or later, and there are a few poor viewers who are genuinely worried about the anchor, and they are all ridiculed by passers-by.

The anchor said in his heart, I also want to be diligent, but unfortunately I don't have the opportunity.

So, he lay flat on the board, raised one hand to hold the phone, and when the live broadcast began, the camera only showed his face flickering in the firelight.

At this time, the audience who was still squatting here was surprised at first, and then couldn't help but start brushing:

[Anchor, you're still alive, how are you going to die this time? ] 】

[, the anchor is sick, is he going to be scared to death in the middle of the night!] 】

This time, the anchor was able to see these barrages clearly, but he didn't pay attention to them at all, and said to himself: "Hmm...... Hello everyone, I'm anchor Jin Jiangning. I'm sorry, but due to weather and health reasons, this live broadcast will be made into an online communication mode...... Let me tell you about this period of time. ”

The audience gradually increased, and many people came for the special effects and didn't want to listen to the story at all. Of course, the anchor didn't care.

Didn't say anything else, just told a story. The protagonist of the story is a child who has a monster sealed in his body, who has been feared since he was a child, has no friends, no relatives, and can only play in the sand by himself.

[Hmm...... It's a bit bloody, but that kid is so pitiful, he must be very lonely. 】

"That's right, I'm so worried that I have dark circles under my eyes at a young age." He briefly told the little red hair about it, but focused on how the little red hair's father forced him to kill people in cold blood, and then, with great satisfaction, saw a large wave of barrage and began to scold his father in tricks.

That's right, he just wanted to vent his anger for himself and the little red hair.

After raising his hand for a long time, he felt sore, and the anchor put his upper arm down and only supported his elbow. The screen was closer to him, and the audience in the other world realized that his shirt was actually soaked, and there was water dripping down his head from above.

The anchor lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the question of the barrage, and explained: "The house hasn't been repaired yet, and it's leaking."

[, then you should have an umbrella, it's okay to cover it with something!] 】

"Hmm...... If you don't want to move, just lie down. ”

The audience choked and coincidentally brushed him so lazy that he deserved a cold.

It's tiring just to hold your hands. The anchor rubbed for a long time, moved his head, and casually put the mobile phone against the wooden board erected at the head of the bed. From this angle, only the side of his face with his eyes closed can be seen obliquely, and the rain falls on his face, stirring up small splashes that quietly slide deep into his neck.

Yes...... Tired......

If the power of the plug-in is used too much, he will also be affected, just like the sequelae that appeared after helping me Airo last time.

So the rain didn't have the strength to hide, so he fell asleep groggily.

[The eyelashes are so long - uh no, this live broadcast doesn't look like acting...... He seems to be very uncomfortable =_=]

[It's over, it's raining heavily!] 】

[What's the situation, I just came in QAQ]

【…… The fire is out! 】

The heavier rain quietly extinguished the flames, leaving only a little smoke. There was only a small amount of light from the cell phone screen in the whole room.

I don't know how long it took, but this little bit of warmth disappeared.