Chapter 17: The Tragic Asma
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Although the sudden explosion yesterday surprised everyone, the apocalyptic scene behind the Hokage Rock made people's hearts even more apprehensive and uneasy.
But Hokage-sama said that it was the result of a secret research being conducted in the village that had gone out of control, and now that the relevant facilities had been moved, there would be no more danger.
Even though there were still doubts in my heart about this explanation, the villagers and most of the ninjas in the village didn't have the courage to question the Hokage, and they couldn't leave Konoha, so they could only pinch their noses and admit it, and do whatever they needed to do the next day, so they quickly calmed down the matter.
It's just that hidden under the calm, all kinds of undercurrents are surging.
The major families in the village and the spies from other villages have been active, all wanting to find out the truth about yesterday's powerful ninjutsu, which makes the dark part of Konoha who wants to block the news miserable.
Konoha's superior apartment, red dormitory.
Birds chirped outside, their voices pleasant and crisp, and the bright sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains and reflected on the bed, bringing bits and pieces of light.
And beneath that spot of light is another beautiful view.
On the side of the bed near the window, Red was sleeping grossly.
The delicate face has a hint of laziness and a faint flush at this time, and the delicate facial features look like the legendary sleeping beauty, the thin sheets are close to her body, undulating, convex and concave, faintly highlighting the alluring scenery below, especially the red long legs and snow arms are exposed at this time, and the snow skin echoes the waterfall-like long black hair, bringing an extremely dazzling color, which makes people immersed in it and can no longer take their eyes off.
It's just that Hong seems to have encountered something uncomfortable, even in his deep sleep, his slender brows are frowning, and there are faint tears under the corners of his eyes, as if he has cried.
Under the sunlight, the thin sheet squirmed for a while, making a slight rustling sound, and after a moment, Hong slowly opened his eyes.
The ruby eyes were a little blurry at first, but then they regained their clarity.
Raising his eyes to look at his bare skin, his eyes stayed on those faint bruises for a moment, and then felt the big hand that stayed on his chest under the sheet, and his red face turned from white to red, and then from red to white, becoming extremely strange.
"I must have been crazy yesterday!"
She didn't look back, but whispered softly, feeling like her whole being was going to break.
How did things come to be like this?
Yesterday's scene resurfaced in Hong's mind, first the test of the eighth class, as a ninja, he was not the opponent of his own students at all, and he was defeated.
Then there was the appearance of Danzang, and then he was beaten by his own students along with two of his subordinates.
After that, the three generations rushed over to save the people, but they were frightened, and their students shattered the Hokage Rock with one arrow, and even pulled the second arrow at the village, which made the three generations so angry that they didn't want to.
And after that, what happened after that?
I first sent the unconscious Hinata and Shino home, and then took him home under the stalking of that little bastard.
I wanted to treat him to some tea or something, but the bastard boy pounced on him, and then, and then—they rolled the sheets and lingered for the night.
Obviously, they have only known each other for less than two days, and they don't even have the confession they want, so they rolled the sheets with a child who is more than ten years younger than themselves, and the other party is still nominally his own student!
When I think of the nasty postures I was being manipulated last night when I was in a state of confusion, and then think about the embarrassing words I coaxed and said, Red felt like she was going crazy.
"No, that's not me, I'm will, I must have fallen for some kind of illusion, that's why I'm like this, yes! That's right, that's it! The little bastard's strength is so strong, it's possible that I unknowingly fell for the illusion! ”
His face was blue and red for a while, and finally Sunset Red seemed to be convinced, and the whole person became excited.
She sat up from the bed without saying a word, lifted the thin quilt, and didn't care about her own leaking spring? Light.
A pair of jade hands shook the sleeping Mo Wen desperately, and Hong shouted loudly.
"Bastard, hurry up and unravel my illusion, do you hear that······?"
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After a while, Mo Wen **** sat on the bed with his upper body, looking at the neatly dressed red who was sitting on the cushion, with a strange face.
"Teacher Hong, you don't think your reaction yesterday was like your own, so you think I used illusion on you?"
Red nodded, and then said seriously: "That's right, if you hadn't used illusion, I wouldn't have been like you and you yesterday!" ”
Poof!
Mo Wen chuckled, looking at Hong, who was obviously in his twenties, but still playing like a child and didn't admit it, he felt very new in his heart.
Although the real contact time has not been long, the feeling that red gives him is that kind of very serious, very serious in everything he does, and he didn't expect to have such a cute side now.
Coughing lightly, Mo Wen rubbed his cheeks, and under Hong's gaze, he said slowly: "Teacher Hong, you are an expert in illusion, do you think there will be an illusion that can unconsciously affect an illusion ninja, and distort her will, so that she doesn't notice it for a night or a whole day?" ”
Of course, this kind of illusion exists, and Mo Wen can do it by the other gods who took it from Tuanzang, but unfortunately Red doesn't know.
was questioned by Mo Wen, her momentum obviously weakened, and her eyes were a little erratic.
Judging from Hong's common sense, there is indeed no illusion that can affect her for so long and not be noticed by her, even if it is a shadow-level person.
It's not that shadow-level illusions are ineffective against red, but for such a long time, even if the illusion is perfect, she can detect the abnormality in it, after all, no matter how real the illusion is, it is not reality, and it will always reveal flaws.
"That, that one may always be there, you're so strong, and you have a lot of strange skills, ·······"
The voice stammered a little, and Hong lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Mo Wen, but she didn't know what she thought, she raised her head again, and said angrily: "Then what do you say is going on, we have only known each other for less than two days, and you have never confessed to me, if I hadn't been caught in the illusion, how, how could I be like that by you!" ”
However, with his hands on his face, Mo Wen shrugged.
"Does rolling the sheets have anything to do with the length of time we've known each other and whether you've confessed? - I have always done what I wanted, and I never went against my desires. ”
He stared at Red intently, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, as if he was genuinely interested in this kind of question.
Does rolling the sheets have anything to do with the length of time you've known each other and whether you've confessed?
Listening to Mo Wen's question, Hong was subconsciously stunned.
It should be okay!
Asma and her childhood sweetheart, who have known each other for a long time, have confessed to themselves, but she has never rolled the sheets with him, and she has never even kissed him.
On the contrary, it was the little bastard in front of him who had only known him for less than two days, and he was able to get his hands on it, and everything was cheap.
But why do you think this sentence is so weird?
He lowered his head and pondered for a while, and when he raised his head again, his red face was iron-blue.
"I'll kill you little bastard!"