Before the night came, the grasslands of the country of Kawanokuni had been dimmed, and the green weeds covered the ground, and the last rays of the setting sun burned a red cloud in the sky, but they could no longer shine on the earth, and when the wind pressed down, the weeds bent down, and the darkness began to spread in all directions with the wind.

In the slightest darkness, someone sneaked silently.

Jilai also quietly walked out of Tangyin Village.

More than an hour had passed since the end of the explosion, and it was getting dark, and he had seen enough of the beauties along the way.

He could have stayed one more night in Yuyin Village, but what happened in Konoha Village two days ago made him very worried, and he was eager to go back and see.

In a world of tech trees, the main way to get around is still to walk on your legs – but Mizuki can't figure out why people (especially ninjas) have to rely on their legs to get there, even though there are horses.

Brain w?

Maybe it's for cultivation, but as a lazy person, Mizuki can't get this point.

When Mizuki stepped into Yuyin Village, the first thing he did was buy a horse.

The horse was all black, and he was eating forage in a long shed, like an elf in the night, and the owner of the stables strongly recommended it, and he tried his best to say a lot of rhetoric, but it could not be changed, and the horse was a piece of black charcoal.

Mizuki doesn't dislike it - this black horse is the only one left in the entire stable, and he dislikes a fart.

spent 200,000 yuan in silver tickets to buy a dark horse.

Mizuki deliberately sensed it, this horse is quite healthy and has a lot of aura, and it is rare that it is not a picky eater - even if it is a picky eater, Mizuki will only stuff it with a mouthful of grass. Such violence angered the dark horse, and it was not Mizuki's old lover, why was it so rude in the first place? The black horse Herod spewed out and was about to play a little temper, but Mizuki came out with a hideous and terrifying murderous aura, which was fierce and bloody, and he had a sharp look of "You dare to spread your legs and kick me, believe it or not, Lao Tzu immediately slaughtered you to make soup and drink", and the black horse was so frightened that he fell down directly and bowed his head.

"Get up!" Mizuki angrily tugged at the reins of the black horse.

"Herod......" The black horse shrunk his head and stood up straight.

Mizuki grabbed a handful of grass and stuffed it into its horse's mouth. The black horse shook his head and waged his tail, ate happily, slapped his ass with his tail from time to time, and then let out a loud fart - what a spirit.

"The guest officer is leaving!" The ancient polite words of the flower planter were used by the people of this world without disobedience - this matter itself is very inconsistent.

Mizuki waved his hand and said goodbye to the horsesellers.

Yuyin Village is a tourist resort, and the word "tourist resort" is really strange in a country's main armed base area, but the Daimyo of Tanokuni doesn't care what others say, he is so shameless to promote Tangyin Village, and many people are famous, not because of how beautiful Tangyin Village is, but because of the shameless advertising of the Daimyo of Tanokuni has successfully attracted many people who eat melons without knowing the truth.

Night falls.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Mizuki led the horse to the hotel street, during which he passed by the brightly lit Hanamachi Street, a group of illegal or legal prostitutes dressed up in fancy clothes, and devoted themselves to their duties on both sides of the street, their heavy makeup and glamorous appearance are actually not good-looking, after all, the goods that come out to stand on the street are certainly not as good as the beauties hidden in the store, but it is not important to come out and mix with the appearance of society, the voice is good and the body is hot, it can withstand a gorgeous face, "Little brother come to play", "Handsome guy I'm so itchy" Such open meat words are spoken by them with enthusiasm and affection, with revealing clothing to a slow motion of twisting the ass and squeezing the eyes is enough to arouse the desire of most men, and the store owner who opens this special service must know very well that the favorite of male humans, who are prone to crime, is not a beautiful woman, but a coquettish beauty.

"Tsk, it's spectacular." Mizuki, a heartless dead ghost who lives in the midst of thousands of flowers, will never sit idly by like the amazing man who Yanagishita Megumi, he still touches what he should touch, and he still pinchs what he should pinch, anyway, he doesn't want money.

"Who is this! I touched it, but I still dare not come in to consume? Bastard! A sex worker angrily pointed at Mizuki and whispered an insult.

Another sex worker chimed in: "Mama-sang said that a man who eats white food is like a chicken that eats nothing but no eggs – he must be slaughtered." ”

After some discussion, the three or two women returned to the store and walked out with a wooden stick.

Mizuki pulled the black horses and walked leisurely through the first section of Hanamachi Street where the demons danced, and when he looked back, he was surprised to find several female humans rushing towards him with thick sticks with angry faces.

"Hey, is the service attitude of sex workers in this world so in place? I'm leaving, and they're coming to see me off? Mizuki was confused.

"Herod'......" The charcoal-like steed snorted, as if mocking the innocence of mankind.

"Bastard! Suffer death! A scream from a woman's character, full of anger, roared at Mizuki.

Mizuki suddenly felt that something was not right.

"The wind is howling!" Mizuki thought to himself, didn't he just touch his chest a little harder?

"Herod......" The black charcoal-like steed still neighed, still as if mocking the innocence of mankind.

"Let's go!" Mizuki jumped on the horse's back with agility.

He could have escaped with a teleportation, but wouldn't the newly bought horse be wasted?

A wooden stick swung around and smashed straight from behind. Mizuki tightened the reins and shook violently, and the black horse ran away, just in time to dodge the attack.

Mizuki's brain circuit is also peculiar in the world, and a murderous impact like dealing with a dark horse can definitely make those women physically and psychologically scared, but he didn't do it.

The simplest and most effective means can indeed accomplish one thing well, but not everything requires the same rigor as dealing with the enemy - all in all, Mizuki wants to take advantage of the opportunity to ride a horse.

The women behind saw Mizuki escaping on horseback, although they knew that they couldn't catch up, but their mouth work did not fall, all kinds of swear words and black words were used smoothly by them, and scolding was their specialty.

Just when these derelict street girls were scolding, a sudden sound of blood spurting made their heartstrings tremble.

"Ahh The women who stood on the street lost their faces, exclaimed loudly, and were so frightened that they turned around and ran.

But where Mizuki was galloping in front of him, a masked man in a hooded black robe suddenly jumped down from the eaves on the side of the street, and a katana in his hand was carried by him with his backhand, and the sharp blade reflected a burst of cold light under the colorful neon light shining everywhere, and he didn't say a word, and even the sound of it was quietly unpleasant when he jumped.

The ice-piercing edge flashed away, and the masked man with a faint murderous intent had already rushed down with his knife, sliding gently and effortlessly towards Mizuki's neck with extreme precision.

As soon as the sound of blood spurting sounded, Mizuki's head with long bright white hair suddenly fell.

One knife and two cuts, and the head is in a different place.

Outside Tangyin Village, which is more than ten miles away, Zilai also walked into the sparse grassland.

He took a casual look, and just saw a man dressed in black with his back turned his back, standing not far away in a daze, as if he was fascinated.

Zilai also thought to himself: Why is it a man in black again, is it so disgraceful to come out and mix these years?

"Hey, who are you?" Jiraiya asked casually.

As a result, the man in black remained motionless, ignoring himself.

It's rude - I slandered myself.

"Hey, are you blocking my way?" Jiraiya asked again.

Suddenly, the man in black turned around, revealing half of his pale face.

"Writing Wheel Eyes?!" I can't help but bulge my eyeballs. The next second, he quickly closed his eyes—but it was too late.

There were three scythe-like black lines connected to each other in that scarlet eye.

Silently, Jiraiya stood upright, his body frozen.

The man in black had a pale face, but his expression was calm.

He had been standing here for a long time, staring at a young but tragic corpse on the ground.

Many words finally turned into a sigh.

The man in black picked up the dead boy and turned around and walked towards Tangyin Village.

When passing by Jiraiya, who couldn't move with his eyes closed, the man in black paused and left a sentence: "You think too much." ”

Ten seconds later, the man in black disappeared.

Jiraiya's frozen body suddenly returned to normal.

"Hey, why am I here?"

Jiraiya touched his head, and his old face with two red tear lines was a little dazed, as if he didn't know what had happened to him.