Winter is always oppressive and heavy, as if everything will be shackled in this season, the only difference is the wind. The wind is free and uninhibited, but he always sings in his ears.

He's not a returnee, he's just a passerby!

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The speed of progress slowed down, and Mitarai, who was walking at the very end, keenly felt this disobedience.

The jumping body, the pace instantly surpassed the distance of more than twenty meters, and reached the position of the girl in the front.

"What's the situation?"

"Hmm."

Faced with Mitarai's excited question, Hinata Yuki just nodded casually in response to the other party, looked around, and passed a message to the third person.

"Need his help?"

"There's only one person on the other side."

There's only one person, so don't care? It's weird.

Whether it was Hinata's expression or actions, as well as her answer to the question, it made Mitarai suppress her restlessness, because, what the girl wanted to explain.

It is the other party who has no fear, to a large extent, that is, the reality that he is very confident in his own strength.

A few minutes later, a valley came into view.

Between the two mountains are low and narrow, there are many streams flowing through, the two are rocky, the ground is full of flowers, the trees are verdant, the whole air is rippling with the fragrance of flowers, and the fragrance of plants and trees, the two fragrances are intertwined, and it is always fascinating.

Of course, this is probably a fantasy that only appears in spring and summer through the caravan's story, and at this moment, the scene in front of you is the real accessory of this [cold winter].

That is, the beauty of [Fall] is the most suitable for expressing the resentment in the heart, and perhaps it is the best.

The faded trees of winter, the dark green that has lost their signs, the clusters of flowers that mourn in winter, have no value of pity, and the valley of winter, constrained by the premise of time and place, so there is no smell, the smell of everything.

The feeling of loneliness always comes from things that should exist but don't actually exist, so there is no smell here, the smell of human existence, the smell of plant growth, the smell of animals and insects, no, it's not that it doesn't exist, it's just gone.

Carried away by the wind of passers-by.

Stepping into the valley, I was greeted by the most impressive wind, which was so fierce that it was enough to freeze the skin in a short period of time.

It was a swift wind, which tended to last for a long time, and the interval was always short, which was not a lucky thing for them.

Facing the wind is like riding the wind and waves, and everyone is always invisibly doing brave things that are in line with the identity of the [warrior].

The valley is full of twists and turns, and there is only one road to follow.

Then, after the field of vision in front of them kept changing the scene, they finally saw a certain guy on the mountain rock not far in front of them, watching the entire caravan at the exit they were about to reach.

It was a dark-skinned guy, with a sturdy body and an ordinary face, and the scar that pulled the face diagonally diagonally, and the first impression was that of a fierce guy no matter how you look at it.

"Traitor." With the help of the white eyes, Hinata Xue was able to guess his identity from a distance from the forehead guard with obvious scratches that the other party was wearing.

The logo of the other party's forehead guard is not any of the five major ninja villages, so Hinata Xue doesn't know it, so it should be from a small ninja village.

"Oh, you're finally here?"

"I thought you ran away?"

He didn't care about Hinatayuki's white eyes, and the corners of his mouth were mocking smiles, as if he was confidently saying assertions like "killing himself".

"But since you took the initiative to send it to the door, then don't think about running, after all, I'm also a ninja."

"By the way, raise your head a little, let me see my face, don't be mistaken, I won't get a penny."

The other party, who came down from the mountain rock, laughed and said the words in a commanding tone, while seriously scanning the faces of Hinata Yuki and Mitarai.

"That's not right."

"It's only two million taels here, and there's still one missing."

His anger was equally undisguised, and the units of counting were not intended to be confused in his words, and it might be difficult to understand what he meant without the corresponding information.

"Here."

From hearing the sound to the reaction time for the other party's body to complete self-avoidance, it is obviously extremely short and urgent, so Winter Night himself is even more surprised that the other party copes with his own backstab and completes the almost perfect dodge.

"Sneak attacks are not a good habit."

For such a stupid guy who kindly reminded himself before the sneak attack, he criticized it too hypocritically.

The moment he staggered, the positions of the two people, one in front and one behind, one on the left and one on the right, had been exchanged, and he was standing behind the other party's falling body, with a hideous smile similar to his own face.

The kunai who had been ruthlessly pressed down between his hands fully showed that he wanted to teach this [bad habit] child, but to his disappointment, he didn't see it.

From those eyes, those eyes that turned their necks ninety degrees to barely meet him, he didn't see fear or fear, even when he was about to die.

So?

What's that, exactly?

What those eyes can see.

Wrong!

When the logic was entangled in those meaningless eyes, the originally disconnected thoughts began to reconnect as quickly as possible.

And then.

"Tu Dun - the art of beheading in the heart!"

What the? That imp seal so quickly? The young boy's voice startled him.

The thought flashed in his mind, and then he left it behind, and the reality that was close in front of him made him unable to argue.

Hearing the other party's voice, he subconsciously stepped on the body that was about to jump, and he was not too flustered, and even at that moment, he was very sure that while escaping from the ninjutsu, he would pierce the kunai in his hand through the body of the winter night.

However.

Boom!

The sound of steel colliding with steel was obviously not the sound of piercing flesh and blood.

Are you kidding!

Clear sight.

The strange body suspended in the air easily completed the one hundred and eighty degree choice that had nowhere to borrow, and the blue blade from the bottom up slammed into the top down Kunai's body, and then deflected away.

Then, out of control.

What a tremendous force, transmitted to the arm, is a powerful pulling force, which is a simple force that is more terrible than that of adults.

The bouncing body was pulled away from the original purpose, and he was like a bird that had lost its wings, and could only fall early.

"Cut, waste."

The sound sounded in his ears, the moment he landed. Out of the layer of earth where he was standing stood a [late] hand.

"Damn!"

"You stinky little devils!"

Anger, one after another uncontrolled status quo, made him irritable and rioted.

Before his body was completely immersed in the ground and his upper body could still move normally, the shuriken that suddenly appeared in his hand was full of arm strength, and his wrist strength and finger power were combined and thrown violently into the mud.

The force pulling under his feet suddenly disappeared, and the body that wanted to take the opportunity to escape suddenly froze.

Because, he felt a wind pressure that instantly charged behind him.

The other party's emergency stop slid on the ground for a distance, and the harsh sound was half a lower body in the air, and it didn't sound pleasant.

"Soft Fist Method - Bagua - Thirty-two Palms."

The lower half of his body was imprisoned by the soil, and the upper half of his body was completely exposed, so he could only open his eyes wide, and then he was like a live target, suffering from the pouring of the storm!

So far!

The fragile flesh was violently knocked away for a long distance in a dying state, and then fell to the hard ground.

"I don't know if the villain dies from talking too much?"

"Also, I must compensate for my clothes, and I have only one to say, damn fellow."

I don't know where to come out of the Mitarai.,While making a strange comment.,While aggressively looking for the other party's trouble.,There's no scar on his body.,But his clothes have obviously been torn several times.。

"Is he really a shinobi?"

Compared to the nervous Mitarai, Hinata Xue frowned and was very entangled, obviously she was more concerned about whether the other party was lying.