"Dead?" The feminine voice, coupled with the uncomfortable gaze before, was enough for Winter Night to judge the identity of the other party.

"I'm sorry, it's okay." In the face of bad words, although he wanted to answer him like this stronger, in fact, his body was completely tattered, and he did not have the strength to speak at all, and his eyes were closed more like to get rid of his inquiry.

"Medical ninjutsu?" Even though he didn't get an answer, he still judged the state of the winter night in his own way.

"Looks like I need to help you stop the bleeding." As the guide of Shangnin, his voice is very calm at the moment, but it is normal for him to be like this, Orochimaru!

As they spoke, several small silver-white snakes had crawled out of their cuffs, their silky bodies crawling over the bodies of the winter night, and at the same time, the white gauze in their mouths would begin to stack layer by layer.

It only took a short time for Orochimaru to complete the binding of the whole body of Winter Night, in a sense, should he be praised for being really powerful?!

As the body began to recover on its own, the winter night when it had exhausted its last mental strength also fell into a state of complete sleep.

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The feeling of dying is like the oxygen in the chest cavity being squeezed clean in an instant, and the sudden suffocation sensation breeds subconscious bitter fear, and gradually takes away the sense of touch it has, and in the gradually dark space, to experience the tragedy of losing a little bit.

That kind of experience, one time is enough... The winter night, on the other hand, has been experienced three times, the first one has been forgotten, and what impresses me is the present, not the past, nor the future.

When I woke up, it was already inside the Konoha Hospital, and before I knew it, I was back in the winter night of the village, and if I calculated the time accurately, I had been in a coma for three days.

The task was completed the next afternoon, carrying most of the caravan's men and horses, and after handing over the task, Orochimaru returned to Konoha with a half-dead winter night, speaking of which, his heart is really big!

Obviously, the others suffered the same injuries as Winter Night, maybe they would have rushed back to Konoha without stopping, and only he would do this! However, it was discovered!

Medical Ninjutsu!

It's not so much that he doesn't worry about the life or death of Winter Night, but is it because he believes in Winter Night that he does it?

Scratching your hair with a headache, that guy? What the hell are you thinking? Similar to such thoughts, Winter Night had never thought like this, but at this moment, he forced himself to understand, this man who served as their guide Shangnin!

"Sure enough, I still can't guess?!" As for the answer to thinking, Winter Night is not disappointed, but that man's thinking is not something that ordinary people can understand, that is, is it perverted? If he knew that he was judging him so in his heart, he wouldn't be angry.

Unconsciously fantasized a lot, when you are alone, you will always habitually do this? So, actually, I'm also longing for it!

The afterglow of the setting sun, the quiet brilliance of the dim yellow, indicates the quiet passage of time, I don't know why? The winter night, which was not aware of all this, looked at the open window, and the curtains on both sides were gently rippling.

"What is she doing?" While muttering to himself, there seemed to be an image of someone in front of his empty eyes, not trying to recall anything! But the separation seems to have come very quickly, and there is no way to separate it at all.

Subconsciously stroking the bracelet wrapped around his right hand, it is not a delicate handiwork, the fragile structure makes people doubt, it exists in the hand of a ninja who fights intensively, the longevity of its existence, the blue rope is stained with clotted blood, and the spots are dotted.

That person, a friend? Partner? No, force yourself not to position other people's identities according to your self-consciousness, but!

For Winter Night, she, who inexplicably harbors some complex emotions, is just a familiar stranger?

Maybe it's just self-assertion, maybe it's too much self-awareness, but she's really a familiar person who has talked twice!

So, I'm looking forward to it!

In the third conversation, I might tell you about the ninja, but it's not an agreement? But ·····

"Awake?" The sudden sound in his ears interrupted the winter night immersed in his own world, and he had to admit that he was frightened!

"Is there something wrong?" Winter Night subconsciously pulled the sheet to cover his thin body, but why did he make such a "girlish" behavior? It's not clear at all!

"Is there something wrong?" Straightened his usual posture and asked questions again, not only to bury his "past", but also to let Orochimaru, who had not been answered for a long time, ask a silent question!

"The guy you killed."

"The unlucky one?" Killed? The results of the memory are given an evaluation.

"His identity is the defector Shangnin of Fog Hidden Village." An unreal smile appeared on Orochimaru's face.

"Really? I actually killed a shinobi? ”

"It's incredible, but should I be happy? I've done something really good! ”

Disbelief, ecstatic, or pretentious at the news! Isn't it funny that it doesn't even reflect in this little ghost?

"So do you have anything to ask about me, the lower ninja who killed the upper ninja?" The key part of self-emphasis made Winter Night realize what a conspicuous and stupid thing he had done this time! Although, don't regret it!

"The three generations of Hokage want to see you."

"Until then, can you heal me? I'm a patient! ”

Orochimaru, whose eyes are narrowed, gives the impression of a winter night at least sinister and thinks of bad ideas! Therefore, just a serious reason, and then rejected it.

"Are you sure?"

"It's not enough for a little ghost like me to drag his ruined body to meet the greatest man in the village!"

The danger of being born from the narrow eyes did not shake the judgment of the winter night.

"So, Danzo-sama is going to meet you now, do you agree? Rukawa winter night. ”

The person who suddenly inserted the conversation between the two, the strange laughing cat-faced mask, the dry and ugly voice, coupled with the rude behavior of interjecting at will, the three reasons listed are enough! Enough to make Winter Night disgusted with him.

"Excuse me, who are you? I don't remember knowing a guy like you! ”

"I'm here to visit Konoha's 'little hero' on the orders of Danzo-sama, so you won't be welcome. “

"Heroes? Scold! "I want to laugh! Is it okay to laugh? If it could really be allowed, in fact, the winter night, which did not ask for permission, had already grinned slightly and made an inexplicable sound.

It was not joy, it was not acceptance, but resistance and disgust that was hidden and then revealed!

Is it? Is it! hero? I couldn't control it, and when I said this shameful word, my tense and expressionless face was really about to show a real heartfelt smile.