"And I'll bring a few people, shouldn't it be okay?" Sun Wukong suddenly turned his head and looked at the two consultants with a smile.

"No problem, take whoever you want."

"Thank you!" Sun Wukong smiled slightly, waved his hands, looked at Zhao Zilai, shook his head, and sighed: "A lot of years old, but also learn to peep. Peeping, really nothing good

But he forgot that when he was still silk, he twisted his **** and lay on the corner.

"This person is simply terrible." Turning to bed, Xiaochun looked at the back of Sun Wukong, her brows frowned, and then sighed deeply.

"Such an unregulated person in our village does not know if it is good or bad." Mito Menyan also sighed.

And from the beginning, he frowned and pondered. He asked himself that he was not the kind of greedy for fear of death, but just now, in front of Sun Wukong, he couldn't produce the slightest idea of ​​resistance, which caused him to tremble with cold sweat. What a terrible existence such a terrible strongman who can't even bear the idea of ​​resistance

On the other side, Kakashi looked casually at the door of a tea house. The hot heaven, at the corner of the eye, occasionally glanced toward the back inside. It was a man in a black trench coat with a cloud engraved The costume on the back is the one he saw in the Koba destruction plan a few days ago.

But at this moment, not far away, it was a man and a woman coming, Xi Rihong and Asma.

Kakashi closed the book and smiled slightly at the two of them: "Yo! You two seem to have a good relationship!"

"What do you guys talk about? I just buy red beans for dumplings, and just happened to meet him on the side of the road." Xi Rihong gave Kakashi a white glance now.

The response of Red Bean made Asma a little helpless. Since the appearance of Sun Wukong, Xi Rihong has become more and more alienated from him, afraid of misunderstanding. But nothing changed, holding a cigarette and looking at Kakashi: "What are you doing here?"

"No, I bought the tribute, and by the way, I'll wait for someone here, I'm waiting for Sasuke," Kakashi said lightly.

And the figure drinking tea inside, the hand holding the tea cup shook obviously, and the breath also changed instantly.

"Ah, you are so rare to wait for others! Is the tribute brought with soil?" Asma's face could not help showing a hint of surprise.

"With soil?" Xi Rihong said with some confusion.

"That's the way," Kakashi said lightly, but his eyes were staring closely at the figure inside.

At this time, Sasuke was looking from the distance to the Kakashi, or the dead face: "Kakashi? It's rare that you will come first." He looked at the corner of the teahouse, where there was no one left.

However, Xi Rihong and Asma frowned slightly. Looking at Kakashi's eyes, they both nodded inconceivably, their bodies flickered and disappeared directly here.

Above the river, Itachi and the ghost walk in parallel, walking slowly for only a moment, both of them stopped, because their way has been blocked by the two

"What are you guys who are not from the village doing?" Asma looked at the two grimly and said, "And it seems that I have seen this dress a few days ago."

The faint voice of "I haven't seen Asma Red for a long time" came from under a bucket.

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"Knowing us also shows that you used to be in this village," Asma said with a serious look.

The person wearing a bucket hat said nothing, but changed his head, exposing a pair of scarlet writing wheels.

"!!!!!!"

"You you are!" Asma and Xi Rihong suddenly widened their eyes in shock.

"Huh, yes, Uchiha Itachi" Asma looked at him and replaced the dipper, opened the windbreaker, and revealed the man with a real look. His face suddenly became extremely serious, and a trace of cold sweat also emerged.

"Do you know Itachi? Then I will introduce it from me, too." The ghost took off the bucket and showed a shark-like face: "I am a dried persimmon."

"I won't kill you now." Asma stared closely at the two and was ready to attack.

"Itachi seems that you are very unwelcome here!" The sneaky looked at Asma and said lightly to Itachi next to him.

"I know what you do, dried persimmon ghosts" Xi Xihong looked at the ghosts seriously, saying: "Before the misty ninja, suspected to be involved in assassination of big names and destroying the country, the fugitive ninja wanted by the country of water "

"You are all s-class felons Weasel on the wanted book, and the things you have caused will even come back here again.

"Asma, red, I hope you don't care about me, I don't want to kill you," Itachi looked at the two of them indifferently, said.

Asma: "This is not what you, the man who killed your fellow men should say, I understand that you can't swagger the city without purpose, say it! What is your purpose?"

"bump"

The ghost immediately drew out the sacral muscle knife in the back and smashed it onto the ground, but it was a smoke rising from the ground: "This guy is really stingy! Will you kill him?"

"It looks like they won't let us pass easily. Don't go too far. Your moves are too eye-catching," Itachi said calmly.

"It's decided." The ghost smiled with a cracked tooth, revealing his shark-like teeth, his breath soared, and the diaphragm in his hand was cut off immediately towards Asma.

Asma frowned, and her complexion instantly became extremely kind. Her body slightly backed away, and her hands immediately flashed out of the Chakra Blade, moving forward, blocking the ghostly slashing sword!

But Xi Rihong was quickly imprinted behind Asma, and her body dies like this weird.

"This is illusion" Itachi stared at the slowly disappearing evening red with his scarlet writing wheel eye, his complexion remained as usual.

Asma, however, was shocked under her heart, holding on to the hands of the ghostly sword, but she couldn't stop shaking. "Just using the tip of the knife suppressed my great strength"

Seeing that the big knife was slowly pressed on his arm, but the corner of the ghostly mouth appeared a strange sneer: "My big knife muscle is not used to cut people but to cut people to drink. what!!"

During the conversation, the ghost screamed loudly, and the bandage-wrapped sword exploded instantly, revealing the extremely sharp scales. The scales opened instantly and clung to Asma's left arm. The diaphragm was pulled back hard, and the sharp scales left a few long blood mouths on Asma's left arm for a moment, and the blood splattered ..