By the time Shui Wuyue Chiffon woke up, it was already completely dark.

She stood up in confusion, but felt a sharp pain in her body.

After feeling it carefully, it turned out that there was a huge wound on his back. She couldn't see what it looked like, but she could feel the tearing pain.

My whole body was numb to the pain because of the pain, and I could feel the pain in my back at this time, which was enough to prove how painful it was.

She struggled to get up from the blood-stained and blood-smelling ground and looked around.

By the bright moonlight, she could clearly see the corpses all over the ground.

"1, 2, 3...12, one less."

She calmly counted the number of corpses, and finally came to this conclusion.

"Is it a watermelon mountain puffer ghost?"

Holding on to her aching body, she limped through the corpses, carefully distinguishing them.

They all wore the forehead protection of the misty shinobi on their heads, which completely shattered the last trace of luck in her heart.

She had to accept the fact that the elite of their line of mist ninja came to pursue the attackers, but they were all killed by the attackers.

Among these corpses, there are many Tianjiao who are considered to have shadow-level hopes, but now they are all dead here, and they have completely died together with their grand ambitions.

It suddenly rained in the sky, probably because they used too much water in the previous battle, which caused the water vapor here to be too abundant.

In the pouring rain, the corners of Shui Wuyue's chiffon's eyes were silently wet with two lines of crystal.

Putting down the corpse, she continued to limp back, she still needed to report this matter to the village, she couldn't believe the watermelon mountain puffer ghost.

In the midst of the dark rain, a blood-stained female ninja limped forward slowly.

No matter which ninja in the Fog Hidden Village would not believe it, this is the genius female ninja of Mizuki Muzuki, Mizuki Shitsuki.

But what's the point of caring about those mediocre talents, isn't their talent still a joke in front of real geniuses in the end?

In the rain, her back was so desolate, and a few crows next to her quacked and flew away under the rain curtain.

...

"Whew..."

Holding his arm, Wang Yan jumped from a tree.

He did kill the elite force of the Mist Ninja who attacked him, but the price he paid was also quite tragic.

There were four or five blood holes poked in the arm, not to mention, but fortunately there was no broken arm. I was hit by several ninjutsu, and my ribs were broken four or five.

Wang Yan's current appearance is not unaware: his hair is like a chicken's nest, and his clothes are torn and tattered, east and west.

There was blood all over his body, and there were a few deep scratches on his legs, and every step he took gave people a painful feeling.

"No more."

Wang Yan wanted to sit down, but when he made the action of sitting down, his whole body suddenly felt extremely painful.

"It's miserable."

He complained weakly, and sat down with difficulty holding on to the tree.

"Psychics!"

There is no need to bite his fingers, Wang Yan's palms are full of blood, both his own and his enemies.

A puff of smoke cleared, and a medium-sized slug appeared.

"Lord slug, please take care of my injuries."

When Wang Yan saw the slug, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the trunk of the tree and fell asleep.

The slug exclaimed in surprise, hurriedly stepped forward to wrap Wang Yan's body, and began to consume Chakra to treat the thousands of holes on Wang Yan's body.

The slug's body was warm and comfortable, and Wang Yan had a rare good night's sleep, and even had a sweet dream.

When he woke up again, the slug was gone, leaving Wang Yan alone under the tree, covered with a large leaf, maybe this was the quilt that the slug left for him.

Wang Yan smiled silently while holding the big leaf, and then continued his steps.

The injuries on his body have improved a lot after overnight treatment, although there are still pains from time to time, but they no longer affect normal movements.

Wang Yan felt the condition of his body while walking, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeply.

In the battle two days ago, he forcibly released ten treasures in a row, only to kill all the elite troops of the Mist Ninja, and let one escape (Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost).

As a price, Wang Yan's magic circuit is seriously overloaded, and I am afraid that there is no hope of recovery in a month or two.

The worst thing is that if this is not done well, it will have an impact on Wang Yan to activate his magic circuit, and forcibly increase the difficulty of Wang Yan to open the magic circuit.

Wang Yan shook his head, very helpless.

At that time, he had no choice but to release [Meteor A+], he only had this choice of exchanging the future for the present.

It's done and there's no point in being upset.

The most important thing now is to return to the headquarters, and I don't know if I need to go back to the village to rest for a while.

Wang Yan groped for his little abacus and crackled.

"Flares... Can it still be used? Wang Yan rummaged through his body, but he still couldn't find where the flare was, it was really fatal.

"It's over, the flares are gone."

Wang Yan didn't flipped through it, and he knew very well in his heart that eighty percent was gone, and he probably disappeared in the battle with the fog ninja two days ago.

Wang Yan was a little frustrated, how could he contact the command to bring him back without a signal flare? Could it be that he dragged his crippled body to the headquarters with difficulty, this is really cruel.

"It's a real headache."

There was no way, Wang Yan could only drag his heavy injured body slowly into the distance.

Under the light of the morning sun, the embarrassed teenager squinted his eyes and smiled in the direction of the sun, and slowly walked into the distance full of hope.

. .

"Little Wind?!"

Although he had already heard about it, when he saw the tragic situation of Wang Yan, Uchiha Fugaku was still shocked.

"Ahh It's me... Please prepare a place for me to rest, and some normal food, please. ”

Wang Yan spoke weakly, and then his feet were weak, and the whole person fell.

Fugaku hurriedly held him up and motioned for the surrounding Konoha ninjas to hurry up and prepare a place.

Fu Yue and Wang Yan were actually in the same class when they were in the ninja school, and he and Mizuto were good friends, so the relationship between Wang Yan and Fu Yue was not bad.

That's why Wang Yan was so relieved to hand over himself who was about to fall into a coma to Fu Yue, without adding any buff on his body.

"Really... It's completely different from Watergate. Fu Yue shook his head, sighed, and still helped carry Wang Yan to the bed in his room.

He suddenly smiled as well, and it occurred to him that in the village, Wang Yan and Mizumon were both ninjas who had no prejudice against the Uchiha clan.

And these two people are the future of Konoha, so in the future, the problem of the Uchiha clan will definitely be solved smoothly.