"It's a little late today!" It seemed that he had thought of something, and secretly calculated the time, only to find that Maite Dai was much later than usual.

"Nothing should happen, right?" Even though I said this, I couldn't help but feel uneasy when I looked at the sky, which was getting darker and darker.

"Anyone?" Just as he was about to go back to the bedroom to change his clothes, and then go out to look for Maite Dai's winter night, he heard a knock on the door from the entrance.

"Is that him?" The first thought was Maitdai, but it was quickly ruled out, and the clumsy fellow had already barged in so much that he wouldn't knock politely.

"Here we are." Shouting loudly like this, while avoiding the other party's continuous knocking on the door, Winter Night only instantly lifted the shadow clone technique, and the shadow clone who took care of Maitkai disappeared, and the chakra in his body was almost saturated.

Holding Maitkai, Winter Night walked to the entrance, cautiously opened the door, and in an instant, his body pulled back a certain distance at the same time.

"The Shadows?" Looking at the guy who appeared in front of him, with a cat mask on his face, he was dressed in the jet-black costume of a ninja, and there was only the dark part of Konoha who was dressed like this.

"Lord White Fang wants to see you, please come with me." His gaze apparently first noticed Matkai in Winternight's hand, and then moved his gaze to Winternight.

Looking at the winter night carefully, it should be that the winter night coincides with the impression in his mind, and his identity is determined.

"What's the matter?" The moment the question was asked, Winter Night didn't actually think that the other party would answer, but in fact.

"It's about Shimoshinobi Maitdai, and if you can, Maitkai will stay in your house for a while." His simple statement didn't make it clear, and because of this, the irritability that surged in his heart made Winter Night frown slightly.

"Is this a request from Maite Day, or is it a request from whom?" Since the other person answered one question, they probably didn't mind answering the second question.

"That's what Maite Dai asks for herself."

What was the expression under his mask? Maybe it was hesitation, maybe it was impatience, but in the end he answered the winter night.

So Maite Dai didn't die? It's more likely, and this speculation reassures the winter night a little.

"I see, but he doesn't mean to sleep yet, can I take him with me to Lord White Fang now?"

"Yes." It was indeed a question about the existence of the little guy in Winter Night's hand, perhaps thinking that it was impossible to leave Maitkai alone at home, thinking about this reason, so he hesitated for a moment and agreed to Winter Night's request.

"Let's go, then." There was no need to prepare anything, so Winter Night held Maitkai in his hand and gradually followed behind the other party, it should be considering Winter Night's age, he just walked slowly in front of him, and he was not in a hurry.

After walking for a while, maybe the people in the shadows have attracted too much attention, and there is a traitor son behind him, such a situation can make the guy with a complicated mind think too much for a moment.

This kind of behavior is like a parade in the streets, and Winter Night has long been expected, and in the face of the gloating gaze of some people after recognizing themselves, Winter Night is already very accustomed to it.

For such a situation, he just lowered his head and habitually ignored it, was he surprised by the silence of the winter night? The dark part of the leader turned his head very leisurely and stared at the winter night with a little seriousness.

"Here we are." He said this, in a deep voice, about thirty years old, and as he spoke, his feet increased the speed of his walking.

Winter Night stopped and stood for a moment, looking at the buildings that appeared in front of him.

"Konoha Hospital?" As a well-known hospital in Konoha, I still know each other on the night of winter. But coming here, does that mean, is Maite Day injured? Still ·····, ominous thoughts swirling in the mind of the winter night.

There was such a speculation in his heart, and the winter night trotted to keep up with the dark personnel who had gone far away, and walked into the hospital, a large space, and the winter night could only follow each other closely, so as not to get lost in a strange place.

"This is it." Standing in front of a certain hospital room, the other party let go of the body so that Winter Night could see the door.

Seeing the door of the ward, the tension of the winter night did not stretch too much, but it was much better than the first to come.

"Lord White Fang is inside, you can go in by yourself." He knocked politely on the door, opened the door and turned his body open.

"Come in." A voice inside, so replied.

"Let's go inside." Following the other party's meaning, Winter Night stepped into the ward, and the vacant hospital bed could be seen as soon as he could see it.

The smell of medicine was scattered in the air, but even in the midst of such a mixed smell, there was never a smell of blood, and the winter night, realizing this, was less worried about Maite Dai's situation.

The voice must have come from deeper, Winter Night recalled, leaning towards the depths of the ward, pulling open the white gauze tent between the wards with his hand, and Winter Night saw the hospital bed near the window, Matt Dai was lying on the bed, smirking at him.

"Yo" he saw the winter night, and said hello with a voice from his mouth.

"What's going on?" Winter Night's calm words contained anger that no one else could hear, and even Maite Day, who knew him well, didn't realize it.

"Nothing?" He said this with a smile, but he didn't have any credibility.

"Most of it is the result of physical fatigue and internal injuries."

A voice answered Winter Night's question in place of Metday, and the figure by the window finally spoke to show his presence, and Winternight, who was anxious to Mateday, forgot about his presence.

"Lord White Fang." Except for the people he was familiar with, he was naturally the White Fang Lord in the mouth of the guy in the shadows.

"Hello." He nodded to the winter night and whispered.

"Dai, this is Kai, right?" Looking at the little child that Maite Dai had taken from Winter Night's hand, he asked.

"yes, look, Kai doesn't look like me." Maite Dai happily put Maitkai on his chest, his chin against the little guy's head, and two similar faces, one large and one small, were intuitively displayed in front of him.

"It's very similar." The smiling face should have noticed that Maitkai and Maite wore overly similar watermelon heads and thick eyebrows!

"And then, you're Winter Night?" Looking at the two of them playing together, White Fang turned his head to look at the winter night.

Looking at each other face to face, the winter night really saw each other's faces clearly, the handsome face, and the resolute expression were intuitive feelings, with a little unnatural fatigue between the eyebrows.

Of course, what Winter Night cares about most is his conspicuous white hair, such a conspicuous feature, in rare cases, may already be regarded as his logo.

Judging for a while, Winter Night will maliciously guess, should the "whiteness" of Konoha White Fang refer to his white hair? Of course, this is impossible.

Konoha White Fang, whose real name is Qimu Shuomao, is currently the head of the dark department of Konoha Village, and as for White Fang, it is a title given by the ninja world during his mission.

The biggest reason why he was given such a title was not his white hair, but because of the short knife "White Fang" that has been with him all year round.

Under the close gaze, Dong Ye could naturally see the short knife pinned to his waist, the length was not long, and it looked very ordinary at all, Dong Ye couldn't see it at all, this was the famous knife "White Fang" that had killed countless strong people.

Maybe it's unwilling, maybe it's not believing, the legendary "White Fang" must have something he doesn't know about it.

I continued to stare at it for a while, I don't know when, I felt inexplicably, my eyes seemed to be able to see through the scabbard of the knife, and I saw a faint white light escaping from the blade, and that white light spewed out a substantial tongue, and in an instant rushed to the eyes of the winter night.

Subconsciously closed his eyes in fear, and at that moment, his body felt the danger that was like a cold blade slipping by, powerful, overwhelmingly powerful to make Winter Night lose the idea of resistance.