Boruto's mental state has been bad for the past two days.

I don't know if it's because the resentment is too deep, or because the girl created by Boruto is too dreamy for him.,Boruto can always dream of that virtual girl in his sleep in the past two days.。

The picture in the dream is quite harmonious.

Because every time the plot is indescribable, the dream comes to an abrupt end.

This is also where Boruto is most disappointed, and he expects much more than that.

This is not to say that Boruto is a bad boy with bad morals:

The teenagers in the ninja world are already precocious, and the twelve-year-old boy is already an adult who is about to embark on his career, and in terms of mentality, he is not far from the seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth on the earth.

And what is the level of most of the 17- and 8-year-old Internet young people living in the information age in this regard?

I guess everyone has some B numbers in their hearts...

So for the past two days, Boruto has been tormented by his own bad dreams.

The picture of meeting with his two-dimensional wife in his dream is so real, and the adolescent Boruto can't help but be fascinated.

Pity...

Early that morning, Boruto once again woke up from a dream that had a long aftertaste and a lifetime of regret.

Boruto's whole body was confused, the scenes in his eyes were a little blurry, and his mind was so dizzy that it was difficult for him to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

He sighed slightly:

It's a bad dream of a black screen at a critical moment....

Damn it... Can't you just let me test the edge of the law?

After a long pause, Boruto mechanically got dressed, climbed out of bed, and washed up in a daze.

After washing up, Boruto slowly followed the aroma of food to the restaurant.

At the long table in the dining room, adult Naruto, Jiraiya, young Naruto, young Sakura, and younger sister Sunflower sat in turn, while his mother Hinata was busy serving food next to him, showing the charm of a virtuous housewife in every move.

This picture of a happy gathering is actually very weird, but these days, Boruto has become accustomed to the existence of these visitors from another world.

So Boruto, with a pair of slightly visible dark circles under his eyes, dragged his slow steps to the table and wanted to sit down to eat.

"Wait..."

His mother, Hinata, called out to him.

Boruto suddenly shuddered, the angry version of his mother two days ago left a huge psychological shadow on him, and the educational effect was comparable to the previous Professor Tam Little Black House.

In the past two days, he has been pretending to be an innocent and pure baby, and he has finally regained some of his good impression in his mother's heart.

Hinata looked up in the direction of the sofa in the living room, and said with some curiosity:

"Boruto, there's a girl who came to you early in the morning."

Speaking of this, Hinata felt a little strange in his heart:

Early this morning, this strange girl with a good appearance knocked on her door alone, and bluntly said that she was Boruto's friend.

After entering the door, the girl sat quietly on the sofa in the living room and waited for Boruto to wake up, looking gentle and lovely.

In this day and age, there are not many girls with this kind of gentle temperament...

Hinata subconsciously had a good impression of this strange girl, and secretly guessed the relationship between her and Boruto in her heart.

Girl?

Hearing this, Boruto was a little stunned.

He took a few steps forward for some reason, and finally saw the girl's appearance clearly:

Long white ponytail, amber eyes, and a plain white kimono that I personally selected...

Isn't this the dream wife I created?

Boruto was shocked for a moment, and then suddenly reacted in the next second:

Could it be that ...

Is this a dream within a dream?

I—I'm still in a dream?

Boruto immediately confirmed this speculation:

Otherwise, how could the virtual wife created by himself appear in front of him?

Hahaha...

God will not disappoint those who have dreams!

Boruto's expression gradually becomes perverted, his thoughts become more extreme, and his emotions gradually get out of control.

The girl sitting on the sofa saw Boruto approaching, and quickly got up and showed him a warm smile, and her amber eyes bent into two beautiful crescents in the arc of the smile.

But before she could say hello, Boruto in front of her let out a penetrating laugh: "Hey, hey, hey..."

Then in full view, Boruto rushed up and hugged the dream girl in front of him.

The girl exclaimed slightly, but she didn't have any intention of resisting, just let the hairy Boruto hug her tightly.

With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, Boren's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he secretly said in his heart:

This time, the dream is so reductive!

This soft and authentic touch...

It's really hard to wake up!

Just when Boruto secretly prayed that his dream would not end abruptly like before, the onlookers had already vividly reproduced the black question mark, stunned, and confused emojis with their own expressions.

"Woohoo... That pretty little sister..."

The naïve vortex sunflower first broke the silence:

"Is it my brother's girlfriend?"

Hinata was even more like a lightning strike, and a pair of pure white eyes were nailed to her son and the girl.

My son already has a girlfriend and is still bringing home openly?

When the mother-in-law saw her daughter-in-law's drama, she never thought that she could meet it so early.

She finally couldn't help but say tentatively:

"Boruto, who is this girl?"

Boruto, who was on the rise, heard his mother's familiar voice, and most of his interest suddenly dissipated...

He frowned tightly, took the girl's hand and turned back, and his resentful gaze swept over his father and mother:

How can these "dry people and so on" appear in this kind of dream?

But look back and think about it: since it was in a dream, there was no need for me to continue to play the role of a pure boy...

So, Boruto just glanced at his mother and moved his gaze back to the pretty face of the girl next to him, and did not mean to answer his mother's question at all.

This time it made Hinata angry, and her usually gentle tone suddenly brought a little anger:

"Boruto, who the hell is she?"

Boruto just felt the soft touch of the girl's palm by himself, and then said casually to the "dream mother" with some impatience:

"Mom, you don't have to worry about it! This is my wife! ”

After speaking, Boruto only felt a burst of joy in his heart:

Although it is in a dream, it feels really comfortable to be able to express my heart in front of my mother!

Hearing such a powerful title, the girl who was held by Boruto only lowered her head slightly shyly, becoming more and more gentle and obedient.

Such a reaction obviously confirms Boruto's statement.

Hinata was completely stunned, and could no longer maintain her image as a virtuous mother.

There was a crisp snap, and several pairs of sturdy chopsticks were crushed in Hinata's seemingly weak palms in an instant.

She said in disbelief: "Old, wife? ”

Looking at the words and deeds between Boruto and the girl who were too close, Hinata couldn't imagine where her son had come...

Boruto nodded triumphantly, "That's right! ”

Boruto once again gave a thumbs up to his dream plot in his heart.

Her son's rebellion was completely beyond her imagination, and Hinata could only hold her breath and scold:

"Y-you're twelve!"

"How can you do such an excessive thing?"

Boruto became more and more proud, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile of an old driver:

"Mom, you underestimate me too much!"

Jilai also faintly realized something, and hurriedly gave his newly accepted disciple a look, signaling him to hurry up and rein in.

Of course, Boruto didn't pay attention to the gesture of "Grandpa Jiraiya in the dream", and just let himself go further:

"Mom, I, Boruto, Vortex, am a super genius who can improve my father's harem technique on my own!"

"How can it be some ignorant and naïve teenager?"

Hinata was once again hit hard by the disobedient son's heart, and his hands subconsciously began to charge up for the soft fist.

And the adult Naruto, who single-handedly taught his son harem techniques, looked embarrassed, lowered his head and concentrated on eating, not daring to face his wife's imminent angry aura.

"Hahaha..."

"Mom, you don't know, do you?"

Boruto laughed dashingly:

"In terms of my experience, in fact, Mr. Jiraiya's "Intimacy Paradise" is trivial!"

Jiraiya covered his face weakly.

After a set of hearty confessions, Boruto's mood improved a lot, and he immediately recalled the theme of this "dream".

He looked at the delicate girl beside him, thinking that this time he had to hurry, after all, he didn't know if this dream would end abruptly like before...

So Boruto completely ignored the angry mother, took the girl's hand and pulled her into the room.

The girl still didn't hesitate, just meekly obeyed Boruto's rude behavior.

Bang!

Hinata slapped the table angrily, and the smooth wooden table top suddenly cracked several hideous cracks:

"Boruto, what do you want to do!"

Boruto's expression was serious, and his eyes flashed with excitement and divine light:

"Stop talking..."

"I went to sleep with my wife!"