The moon hangs in the sky, and the night is thick.

"Brother, you"

After arranging everything, he quietly returned to the small courtyard of his home, and saw two small figures appear under the corridor, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Shh

Yan Yan put his index finger in front of his lips, interrupting the empty exclamation, and the corner of his eyes swept over the music lying on his lap, and a warm smile floated.

The gauzy moonlight swept through the white sleeping face, and the face that was very similar to Yan Yan shone with a faint light, and the evening breeze slowly blew the tips of his hair, like a fairy under the moon.

After returning home with the music, the "father and daughter" who met for the first time did not talk too much, but simply ate some supper.

I don't know when, the two of them put down the chopsticks, and sat quietly under the corridor without saying a word, feeling the overwhelm and warmth of this moment.

Looking at his daughter who suddenly arrived, Yan Yan only felt that his heart was filled with something inexplicable, and he opened his mouth several times to say something, but he couldn't say it, so he could only keep covering the monk's robe on his body again and again.

Like a clumsy old father, he can only show concern in this more clumsy way.

Until the amber eyes blinked a few times towards Yan Yan, as if to say good night, and closed their eyes.

Seeing that the small head leaned on his arms and fell asleep soundly in the evening breeze and moonlight, Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

The stiff palm slowly stroked the ends of the cotton-white hair

For the first time, the bloody eyes that had always been tyrannical showed a little panic, and the helplessness made Sora a little unbearable.

"That stinky girl is also arranged?"

Tuck the monk's robe tightly again, and Yan Yan hummed in a low voice without raising his head.

"I'm afraid she's still scolding me, right?"

"According to my brother's wishes, I was imprisoned in the interrogation department."

Walking to the porch, Sora shook his head with a wry smile and whispered:

"I always respect my brother every day, no"

"Okay, don't intercede for her, that stinky girl has been spoiled by you, I'll teach her this time."

Yan Yan sneered and waved his hand to interrupt the empty words.

After all, they are twins, although they don't have any telepathic magical abilities, but they don't know much about Tiantian, the king of complaints, as an elder brother.

"What, it's distressing?"

The scarlet blood pupils skimmed into the air angrily, and the eyebrows were a little melancholy.

"Maybe, but this time Tiantian is really too reckless, and she should be taught a lesson."

"Even if it's Ningci"

Kong, who has always been friendly to others, stopped abruptly when he said this, but there was a lot of unbearable color in his eyes.

Even if Hinata Ninji is his friend, he thinks that Tian Tian should not give up his life because of others.

"It's just a Hinata day, where is the life of that stinky girl."

Yan Yan unceremoniously took over the conversation, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.

After all, even though he was in Konoha, the will of fire of the three generations of old men still had an impact on Tiantian, which was not a bad thing, but it was never a good thing.

As a ninja, Tiantian's qualifications are really good, but compared to a group of partners with blood inheritance and secret arts, it's still a little mediocre.

The impetuous personality is also not suitable for the cultivation of the talents of the immortal race.

Grandma Koto's handing over the key to the arsenal was in his acquiescence.

Know that the truth is always in the range of artillery.

Therefore, for Tian Tian, destroying the enemy on the horizon is the correct way to fight.

The physical skills that Kong taught her are certainly amazing, but when she encounters a real powerhouse, it still looks a little fancy, and it is not as good as the direct pleasure of the detonation charm.

It's just that, as a ninja, hand-to-hand combat is inevitable

Thinking of this, Yan Yan rubbed the side of his head with a headache:

"It's also my fault, I've really neglected her in the past two years, and I'll take over the next day's training, you are not allowed to interfere!"

"Yes"

Looking at Yan Yan's eyes that suddenly became stern, the hollow head tightened and couldn't help but mourn silently for the days to come.

"Okay, let's rest early, these things are really a headache today, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow."

No longer looking at the empty space that wanted to speak again, Yan Yan frowned and hugged Song Heng, turned around and walked towards the room.

After all, it's a girl, and she can't stand the cold, and as the evening breeze gradually cools, her hands and feet become more and more cold.

It's just that while walking, Yan Yan's face suddenly stiffened, faintly revealing a little embarrassment.

The hem of the girl's blood-stained yukata during the day dragged helplessly on the floor like a rag

"Damn it"

is obviously his own daughter, but she is much taller than herself

The scorching snort was unpleasant.

The incongruous scene in front of him made Sora grin unconsciously, and he almost laughed out loud.

"That's right!"

"Hi, brother."

The sudden sound made Sora's body tense and suppressed the corners of his mouth that were about to deform.

"Tell me about that Hyuga bastard!"

"If I see him doing anything to him every day, the poor monk will gouge out his eyes as bubbles!"

"Yes, brother."

Sora watched the voice disappear behind the door as if he was angry, and he couldn't help but shake his head and worry about Hinata.

"Ning Ci, my brother's words don't look like he's joking."

"Alas"

The night breeze blows, and the soft sigh drifts away with the wind

The night is not the end of the day, and in the eyes of some ghosts, this is the beginning of the revelry.

Southern Fire Country

There was a dead silence in the village late at night, choking smoke mixed with the smell of rust.

The scattered moonlight and the glimmer of blood reflected off the ground became the only source of light in the darkness.

Faint corpses were scattered on the cold streets.

"Dadada"

The sound of footsteps stomping on the sticky liquid suddenly sounded, slowly approaching the terrified villagers in the shadows.

Waiting for death is far more terrible than death, and any disturbance in the silent darkness is invisibly magnified.

The slight sound of footsteps was like a sharp cone, and the cruel chisel struck the trembling hearts of the villagers.

In the moonlight, four figures wearing hats appeared.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Ninja-sama, spare us."

"Please"

Suppressed cries and begs for mercy followed, and the corpses of the village had already told the rest that there was no point in resisting.

They seem to be just waiting for the slaughtered animals, hoping that the butcher will relent.

"Look, the lamentations, the tears, the anger of the villagers."

The leading figure ignored the painful wails in front of him, and instead stared at the endless night, as if speaking to his companions, as if he was whispering to himself.

"There's nothing more incompetent than that."

"The Land of Fire doesn't need neighbors, and communication is not needed for people who can't understand each other."

"It's time for the Fire Nation to stand up, and you are the first step in awakening the Fire Nation."

"Rejoice, you'll be part of the destruction of the rotten Konoha."

“”

A few villagers' eyes widened in horror, and their gray eyes were filled with accusations of injustice in the world.

Although they have lived in a remote area for a long time, they can tell from the words of the butcher in front of them that they should be innocent and have become victims of the struggle between the Fire Country and the Konoha Ninja Village.

It's just that they don't understand that they are also the people of the Fire Nation!

"Jingle Bell"

With the sound of the tin rod shaking, the suppressed cries for mercy and screams were drowned out by the layers of earth

As dawn rose, several figures walked out of the dark and silent village, looking at the whiteness of the fish belly gradually emerging in the sky.

"Time is running out."

The leader stopped and said in a low voice:

"The rest of the villages will be handed over to you, and it is not enough to rely on the people who have been dead for a long time."

"Hey, Lord Descendant!"

The three people with cold faces knelt down on one knee, but there was irrepressible frenzy in their voices.

"I'll be waiting for you in the Temple of Fire."

"Your will!"

"Jingle Bell"

With that, the tin staff sounded softly, and the earth fell into disregard of the three people kneeling behind him, like a dying old man slowly walking towards the east.

"This time, you Konoha are killing yourself."

Out of the corner of his eye, he swept in the direction of Konoha and laughed like a night owl.

"I want to thank you so much, Changhe family"