I don't understand the exact time, and I don't understand the true identity of the "self" in front of me.

Is that really the future or the past "Flower Moon Courtyard Shine Maple Red"? Or...... Not herself at all?

Whatever the mystery is, it's something to be wary of.

"Hey, stop me!" Zhao Fenghong followed the direction in which the woman had disappeared and went straight into the wall. Her footsteps as she walked through the house were so loud that they even alarmed the sleeping householder. However, the clamor of human beings did not stop Zhao Fenghong, and her eyes followed closely the "self" running ahead.

Zhao Fenghong stretched out her right hand and spread her five fingers forward. Red flame streaks spread down from the arm, gradually covering the entire palm. The dark red hue seems to have life, slowly changing on the surface of the skin.

"I'll tell you—stop me!"

The red flame pattern stood still on the arm, and at the same time, the surrounding Qiē time also quietly stopped, like a table clock that had been removed from its gears, silently frozen in the last second.

The falling leaves froze in the air, motionless. The wind that blows the leaves also stands still, outlining its own shape with the gathered leaves. The summer insects, crouching among the bushes, stopped chirping, their thin tentacles frozen overhead. The night dew that fell from the treetops condensed on the tips of the branches, half-falling, and the transparent water droplets reflected the moon in the night sky.

Time is frozen in time.

This is the power of the gods—the all-powerful gods who connect the Yellow Spring with the human world, the past and the future, and can easily move time forward, or make a moment stand still forever.

The "self" who had not been separated from Zhao Fenghong for a short time was also stopped in the body, and even the fluttering clothes were softly suspended in the air. However, this state only lasted for a few seconds, and the dark red eyes of "herself" quietly moved—her time thawed, and she continued to run forward.

"Stop!" Fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong pounced on him, almost throwing the "self" of that unknown era directly to the ground. The two of them bumped their knees and elbows together, stumbling on the ground. Soon, the fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong, who looked thin, was pushed away.

"Get out of the way!" The "self" stood up, looked at the fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong with his back, and said, "Otherwise...... You'll be stuck in never-ending regrets! ”

Zhao Fenghong froze in place, watching the tall self run forward while lifting the susceptibility of time and space.

The other party can unlock the time standstill, which means that this person is the "Flower Moon Courtyard Zhao Fenghong" deity, that's right.

Two eras of self coexist at the same time - this is a wonderful scene that only gods can see, right?

Not to mention, I accidentally saved my former self. As a result, I now see my future self again...... When will a few of them get together and make a pie? The scene must be very interesting. - Wait, what she's thinking!

Now that the identity has been confirmed, Zhao Fenghong is no longer in a hurry to chase. She followed the path towards the Uchiha clan, intending to follow her original plan to find Itachi Uchiha. However, the closer she got to the Uchiha clan's land, the more subtle her feelings became.

The strong smell of blood rushed from ahead, quietly diffusing into the night. Such a strong, bloody smell is simply not something that an ordinary human wound can cause. I am afraid that many people in the vicinity are in serious condition...... Or, simply dead.

It's unsettling.

Zhao Fenghong ran in small steps again. She walked through the path in front of the Uchiha clan gate, lifted the curtain hanging from the clan gate, and walked into the clan land far from the village with the strong smell of blood, and then, her body froze.

What caught my eye was first two people who fell to the ground. Physiologically, they had just died. The wound was precise, killing with a single blow, without much sign of struggle. Because of the accuracy and depth of the wound, the blood pooled on the ground into a large pool, and the rust-like smell of blood may have come from this.

Two steps later, a big man stood in the maple red.

Two steps away, stood the little Shota that Kaede admired the most, Uchiha Itachi.

However, the current Uchiha Itachi may not be able to be called Shota - both in terms of age and momentum.

His appearance is still the familiar appearance of Feng Hong, handsome and fair-skinned, with beautiful facial features and her mother's appearance. How gentle and cute Mikoto's smile is, how soft and touching Uchiha Itachi's smile is. The black hair fell down in front of the forehead, half-covering Konoha's forehead. Those restrained and gentle black eyes are like a pair of gems like nightfall.

However, he is not the same again. When he looked up. The face is expressionless, as if it is covered with an eternal, cold and lukewarm mask. There is no gentle smile and helpless tolerance, and there is no childishness that occasionally shows in front of the gods, it is pure indifference. A thin streak of blood hung on his cheek, dripping down the curvature of his face.

In his right hand he held a short knife with a low blade, almost half-hung on the ground. The smooth surface of the blade reflected the red legs, and a few wisps of blood trickled down from the top of the blade, one by one, blurring the reflected dark red figure. Eventually, the beads of blood dripped to the ground, forming a puddle of blood at the Uchiha Itachi's feet.

The smell of gooey and bloody wind ruffled the hem of Uchiha Itachi's clothes, and the sleeves of his coat, dyed in strange colors, whirred in the night breeze. He and the twenty-year-old Zhao Fenghong were separated by a few steps, but it was like a gap that could not be bridged. He raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips half-opened, and he shook slightly.

“…… Teacher ......"

The Uchiha Itachi's voice was soft, like a willow leaf being blown off, or a light rain mixed with snow drops. At first it was just a low choked voice, and at last it was a dull breath sound, as if he was no longer able to say anything else, and that was the last voice he left.

The moonlight was dim and the night was dark. Obviously, there is no time to standstill, but the qiē around him seems to be frozen. Fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong held the curtain with one hand and refused to put it down. Her dark red pupils dilated slightly, and the uneasiness in her heart widened indefinitely.

What's going on?

The omniscient gods no longer have a grasp of the exact situation.

Uchiha Itachi made a move on his people? Or are you protecting your own people? Either way, the lingering smell of blood seemed so ominous.

"Itachi-kun ......"

Fourteen-year-old Zhao Fenghong shouted in a low voice, and before she could say anything more, her time was forcibly cut off. The time-space transition automatically occurred, dragging her out of the space. The Uchiha clan land that was annihilated by blood, the Uchiha Itachi who was holding a short knife, and the twenty-year-old Kagetsu-in Terukaze were all gone, and in their place was a boundless darkness.

For the first time, the gods had encountered such a terrible situation.

Obviously she didn't take the initiative to urge the time conversion, but she was thrown into another time and space by herself.

As she thought so, her body lightened, and the darkness in front of her was peeled away, revealing a clear blue sky. She stumbled downward, through a fluffy patch of bamboo grass, and fell to the ground with a thud. The branches and leaves that were pushed away by her body shook a few times, and countless narrow and emerald green bamboo leaves were dragged down from the branches and sprinkled on her body one after another.

If it were an ordinary human, if he fell to the ground from such a high place, he would definitely be dead.

The red-haired god thought so and lifted himself up from the ground with his arms. A bamboo leaf hung above her head, sliding down her long, somewhat messy red hair.

Her body seemed to be a little bigger, and she was no longer a fourteen-year-old girl. The clothes have also changed back to what they used to be when they were gods—the clothes painted on the portraits of human beings are intricate and beautiful golden red, with overlapping cuffs that are not too stuffy, and lapis lazuli bracelets on their wrists.

The image of the gods is, in a way, also a product of the human imagination.

Zhao Fenghong got up, patted the hem of his clothes, and stroked the leaves hanging from his hair with his fingers. The leaves and hair strands were tangled together, and she was impatient to pull them one by one, so she simply used her fingers to pull them out, and the bamboo leaves automatically withdrew from between the hairs.

As she did this, she raised her head and happened to see the two people in front of her.

One was dumbfounded, the other was calm.

The stunned one was tall, with broad shoulders and a burly physique, skin of a strange blue, and a face like that of a shark that had accidentally climbed ashore and evolved. He held a large knife wrapped in white cloth in one hand, and a bamboo and wood tube containing water in the other, because he was surprised, the water in the half-tilted bamboo tube had been tilted and emptied, and it was all wasted at his feet.

said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is not allowed to become a fine, why is there still a fish that has slipped through the net here?

And the man sitting on the stone under the green bamboo looked much calmer. He wore a red cloud robe on a black background, and his half-standing neckline hid a white neck. The overlapping legs were long and straight, with white leggings and black trousers, and a scarlet ring pinned to his slender fingers, and his fingertips moved, rubbing and turning the pages of the book in his hand.

Coincidentally, that book was the gods' favorite erotic book in the past.

"Intimacy Paradise".

The man half-raised his head, revealing a handsome and calm face. Two tear troughs, slender eyebrows, and long and moving lower eyelashes make girls jealous. Black hair and black eyes, a pair of eyes full of calm, like a deep and dark ancient well. The Konoha forehead guard on the forehead was neat, but there was just one more sharp scratch. Behind it are several tall green bamboos, with emerald green leaves overlapping each other, and the overlapping outlines block the scorching sunlight leaking out.

"Long time no see, teacher."

The man opened his mouth like this, and the shark beside him, who had accidentally turned into a spirit, was even more surprised, and was shocked and shocked that he began to squeeze out a meaningful smile.

Maple Red: ......

After the founding of the country, can't you become a good person?