CHAPTER XVII

The wet wind blew on his body, colder than the condensed liquid that surrounded him. When Kakashi woke up, he felt that the wound had been numb from the cold, but he didn't move, but he could hear the sound of dripping water, shaking, and moving forward against the current little by little.

Only then did I realize that he was now being carried on his back. As for who that person is, I can probably guess it.

Kakashi's eyes were half-open, and he vaguely saw black hair in a trance, half of which was wet and condensed by the river, and the remaining half was still submerged in the murky water.

"Awake?" Keenly aware of the subtle movements, the person carrying him immediately asked. The tone was pleasantly surprised, but Kakashi could hear that the voice had a hoarseness that could not be ignored, revealing a deep exhaustion.

Kakashi opened his mouth, his first reaction was to ask if he was okay, but after thinking about it, this was nonsense, the other party must not be good, plus a dull pain in his throat, he paused, and finally only uttered a simple syllable: "Hmm......"

"Oh, then you hold on a little longer—ahem, ahem!"

A wave of turbulent water crashed over, and he almost didn't stand firm, and his mouth was filled with a few mouthfuls of yellow water with sand. The anchor is very sad, he feels that his luck is getting worse and worse, the last time he jumped into the sea to save Jingwu boy, this time he jumped into the river again, can he still play happily in the water!

After falling into the river, they were immediately swept away by the torrent. The anchor almost hit the rock wall and tore off the sleeve of his yukata, tied him to the unconscious little brother, and then experienced the joy of drifting thousands of miles......

I don't know how long they had been floating, but by the time they were taken to the middle of the river, the riverbed had narrowed a little and was deep enough for his feet to touch the bottom. So, taking advantage of the slight slowing of the current, he stood in the river with difficulty, trying to walk towards the boulder in the middle of the water that □□ out of the water.

Because he was originally going to visit the celebration, the anchor wore a pair of clogs that suited the occasion, but now the clogs have long been washed off, and he stepped on the sharp sand and gravel with his bare feet, and was scratched with blood marks. As if he didn't feel pain, the anchor gritted his teeth and carried the deadly adult male to the side of the boulder, and pushed him to the stone little by little.

"Whew, Whew......"

When he lifted the little brother's feet up, the anchor was panting from the corner of the stone, and the soaked mask made him almost unable to breathe, he leaned quietly for a while, and reluctantly raised his hand to tear the mask off.

"Ahem...... Okay, you just stay like this, the plug-in said...... He made a mark, and soon someone will come to save you......"

Kakashi really couldn't move anymore, his wounds were inflamed, and he was groggy. However, he still managed not to faint, and his fingers moved, and he slowly reached out and grabbed the hand that was about to fall.

"I ...... Drag you up. He struggled to utter a complete sentence, his men gradually straining. But the person he pulled seemed to laugh and said, "I'm fine, just hold on and don't die." ”

Kakashi shook his head, his hand still not working.

In fact, the place where the little brother was lying was a cut above the water, and the anchor couldn't see any movement at all, but the weak force was still felt. He leaned weakly against the boulder, his body still tilting, and the river unconsciously flooded the tip of his nose. Grunting and choking on water, he put his face on the stone and said sullenly: "You should repay you for not letting me die of illness in the first place...... Your master wants me to tell you not to be dragged by the dead, you have nothing to do to play mahjong...... Well, I added this last sentence. ”

"I understand ......"

As soon as I heard it, I knew that I didn't understand it at all.

The anchor wanted to laugh when he imagined the sad appearance of the white-haired brother now. He gasped a few more times and jokingly said, "Ah, I heard the voice of the increase in favorability, you hated me so much before-"

“…… No. ”

"Huh?"

Kakashi turned his face to the other side, vaguely seeing what seemed to be a blood-red river. Unable to help coughing violently, he swallowed the blood gushing up his throat and repeated hoarsely, "I didn't hate you......"

"Thank you."

"Ah, no thanks." The anchor's voice came from nearby, and it seemed to be mixed with a smile: "By the way, let me introduce myself, my name is Jin Jiangning, and I really don't call it Hey and ellipsis." ”

"Qimu...... Kakashi. ”

"Okay, Kakashi-san." This time it was a real laugh, a little small, but barely audible.

"The other photos were washed away, and there were two left...... One for you, and the other trouble for Naruto Naruto...... I won't lose it halfway this time."

Two crumpled photographs were fumbled into the pockets of his jackets. Immediately after, the strength finally passed completely, the palm was empty, and the hand that was dangerously hooked was finally released.

With the last of his strength to move, as far as the eye could see, he could only see the waves crashing, sweeping the person into the whirlpool and slowly drifting away......

It wasn't until the last moment when the water flooded his head that the anchor suddenly realized that something was wrong.

- The last scene seems to have the illusion of saying a last word!

It's over, it's over, forget jì sue sù him, I'll come back...... Uh, okay, help to unravel it, I always feel that Kakashi-chan's psychological shadow is about to expand again......

Good intentions.

With such a weak heart, the anchor put the mask he had taken off before on his face and bravely threw himself on the street.

It's just that he seems to have seen a hallucination before hitting the street.

In broad daylight, a faint black hole appeared in the middle of the river. On the shore stood a somewhat familiar masked man, tilting his head to stare at him, rolling his eyes, and sliding into the black hole like a corpse.

Then, the hole disappeared along with the corpse.

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When he woke up again, the anchor opened his eyes and found that the place he was in was a small forest.

Oh...... How is it a grove again!

When I looked closely, there was actually someone around me: a young man with a ghostly expression on his face.

As soon as the young man saw him wake up, he immediately rushed over and pinched his neck, not touching his pulse: "Alive, alive, alive!" Ahhh

The anchor was confused by his joyful crying, but after listening to this paragraph, he probably understood that he seemed to be scared again. He rolled over and got up, showing off his activity, and then said to his sister's head boy, "Ah, it's okay, I had an asthma attack just now."

“…… Asthma? ”

"Yes, it's strict, and it will automatically pretend to be dead when it happens."

After a bunch of nonsense, he looked at the dark night sky: "Where is this?" Blinking, he suddenly found the scribble under the feet of his sister's head boy, "Uh, did you bother you to summon the dragon?" ”

As a result, the younger sister's face changed greatly.

Anchor: "I'm kidding, why are you so nervous?" ”

He took a step forward, swayed and fell to the ground. The younger sister's head boy was so frightened by him that his hair stood up, squatted down to support him, and exclaimed, "Asthma attack again?!"

"Hungry...... Dizzy...... ......"

The anchor's sensitive intuition told him that he had met a soft-hearted and easy-to-bully kind-hearted person, and the opportunity should not be missed. So, his hand trembled dangerously and grabbed his sister's head, and the young man's trouser leg trembled: "Okay...... Person...... One...... Bear...... Flat...... Quiet...... Help—life—ah—" tilted his head, and he fainted from hunger.

Younger sister's head boy: "......"

What a crash!

Oh my God, he just wanted to find a remote place to summon the Heroic Spirit, the magic array was all drawn, who knew that an asthma attack would suddenly pop up and pretend to be dead and faint from hunger!

It's really unlucky

As a result, after struggling for a long time, he still resigned himself to covering the painted magic array with soil, and while breaking his thoughts, he helped up the hungry passers-by, and walked away crookedly......