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Ye Zi and Jiu Sinai looked at each other silently, and countless pictures were entangled, reflecting in their respective minds.

There was only silence, no conversation, no contact... But the memories of the experience entered the other person's mind, albeit not very complete, but very clear.

Ye Zi frowned slightly, this feeling of sharing memories and thoughts with others is not pleasant, it is frank and honest, and it is also a thorough presentation of the secrets in his heart, including the deep thoughts, which will also be exposed.

He consciously tried to stop it, but to no avail.

Is this a necessary process, or is it a means used by the Six Dao Immortals?

Ye Zi didn't know that now he was forced to accept the memory pictures from Jiu Xinnai, as well as the emotions and moods under each picture, all the way to the depths of his heart.

It was a time tormented by war, when night fell, the village was in flames, the light of the fire lit up the sky, and shurikens flew from the shadows at any moment and place.

The red-haired little girl, whose face was stained with a little fire ash, looked dazed, and followed the fleeing crowd into the distant night.

Ye Zi followed the little girl's side, and the distance he walked was the distance that the little girl ran a few steps, so he walked in a big way, and the little girl trotted in a hurry.

Whether it is the movement or the demeanor, there is a strong contrast between the two.

A stranger passing by walked straight through Ye Zi's body, and after seeing the little girl, he hesitated, gritted his teeth and picked up the little girl, and ran towards the outside of the village together.

Ye Zi became a complete bystander, he looked at the little girl who was picked up by the villagers, his eyes darkened slightly, and his pace slowly slowed down.

It wasn't until the fleeing crowd disappeared into the night that he stopped completely, looked up at the surrounding villages that had been sunk into flames, and one after another figures jumped up from the sky, and under the light of the fire, they passed by and splashed bursts of sparks.

"Jiu Xinnai..." Ye Zi's mind came to the idea that the little girl ran away in a panic just now, with a dazed and frightened look on her face, lingering for a long time, as if she had touched the memory that she had sealed in her heart.

Suddenly, the surrounding scene is twisted into darkness, and the scene switches, from one scene to another, in a matter of seconds.

Three seconds ago, the piercing main theme of war was still playing in my ears, and in front of me was a sea of fire and corpses everywhere.

Three seconds later, the early spring sun warms the body and mind, and the pink and delicate cherry blossoms flutter in the wind, and the young children run through the pink flower rain towards the ninja school that will determine their future path.

A red-haired little girl with a stiff face seemed to be a little nervous, standing under a cherry blossom tree silently watching her peers disappear in front of her eyes, and then raised her feet and walked in the direction of the school.

Ye Zi silently followed behind the little girl, and he could only follow like this to move to the next scene until this 'farce' ended.

He could clearly feel the fear and helplessness of the little girl in the fire, and he could still feel the nervousness of the little girl when she was exposed to something new.

Vaguely, he didn't know why he began to resist, but this didn't change anything, he could only passively accept it.

The little girl came to the classroom, and then she saw the dark-haired boy with his cheeks over and looking out the window.

Ye Zi followed the little girl's gaze and also saw the black-haired boy, and was immediately silent.

After a while, he glanced at the other children in the classroom who were laughing at the little girl's speech, most of these people graduated and became shinobi, and then they were all eliminated by the turbulent situation at that time, including the North Starry Night...

Standing in the past as a person who knows the future results, and then looking at the people who behaved as before, I felt like I had returned to the past, and I deeply felt that this crowd of people who laughed without any burden was really a very ironic scene.

"Your results are not good... You know what..."

Ye Zi stepped down from the podium, past Sawama Mu, who was injured and retreated to teach behind the scenes, past Kushina, who was blushing with shame, past Shuimen, who was full of gentle smiles, past the North Starry Night, who was slightly shy when he looked at Jiushina, past the little children who had bullied Jiushina and were beaten and cried, past the laughing people, and then came to the black-haired boy.

Ye Zi slowly squatted down and looked at the little boy's side face looking out of the window.

"If you can come, you have a better option, you know..."

Looking at the little boy who didn't react, Ye Zi stood up expressionlessly, looked back at Jiu Sinai who was standing on the podium with a flushed face, and the scene switched again.

"yes, you don't know..."

In the deep darkness of the night, the panic and helplessness of being taken captive, the deep exhaustion of being tied up and walking a long way all night, to the moonlight, when I saw the boy leaning against the trunk of a tree, covered in blood and faintly breathing... Grief and fear.

Ye Zi stood next to him like this, looking at himself, looking at Jiu Xinnai, and looking at the water gate.

That feeling is something I have had before, and it is also engraved in the depths of my memory, just like the feeling of losing someone important on a cold and long snowy night.

"Liudao, is this your deliberate?"

Ye Zi raised his head, looked through the branches and leaves, and looked at the night sky.

No one responded.

The scene switches again.

The death of the North Starry Night.

In the night, I watched the figure rushing in front to resist all the damage and kill a bloody path.

In the war with Iwa Shinobi, it is fearsome to tear off the flesh of the enemy and kill the enemy's life like a demon, but this is to protect them from the desperate situation.

In the majestic rain, he watched Ye Zi's expressionless figure passing by him, and then gradually drifting away.

When the news of his death came, he was reprimanded loudly in the face of gossip until he fell into tears of grief.

was glad that Ye Zi was not dead, but he fell into deep contradiction and pain due to the change of identity.

Pictures and experiences flashed by quickly.

All the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of Jiu Sinai are in it, like a happy elf, through the vivid and real memory pictures, they are stuffed into Ye Zi's head.

If these joys, sorrows, and sorrows that arise from him are living elves, then they are born and die because of him.

I have been confused, and I have been in pain.

There have been hesitations, and there have been struggles.

When everything is in vain, there is no choice.

The heart is alive and dead.

It's resting, it's jumping.

Ye Zi followed silently, and when he didn't realize it, his every move hurt Jiu Xinnai, and it hurt him deeply.

For some people, a wound is a lifetime, and some people, once they miss it, they can never turn back.

Even if these pictures can deeply touch Ye Zi's heart, they can't change what he wants to do next.

He will go back, and he will resurrect them.