kingnovel Chapter 130 From the heart of the old father
Chapter 130 From the heart of the old father
night.
Chen Que is still going to the room to blow the air...
The wind is very sweet.
It's like the white tea breeze has nothing else to do, I'm convulsing, the wind is convulsing me.
The artistic conception is extraordinary.
Soon.
Another kid appeared beside him.
Two jars of unshakable wine, two roast chickens...
At this moment, Chen Que felt a little bit like a boss who was constantly being attacked...
But thinking of his domineering side leak, he subdued the little kid in every way.
Chen Que was a little afraid to make waves.
After all, this thing is a bit unreasonable.
If at any time, the old man came to exchange one for another, it would be cool, even if he was already in Chaoying, groping for the door of Liudao...
But his soul is still extremely weak.
Moreover, I haven't seen that technique before, so I don't know the specific power.
But Kyuubi has such a powerful physique and chakra, they are easily sealed.
Chen Que didn't dare to Meng Lang anymore...
It's better to go to the sixth level first.
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Looking at Chen Que who was in a daze, Zhishui didn't mean to disturb, but quietly blowing the wind.
In the eyes, a little confused.
Instead, it became firm and bright.
"What are you thinking, lad?"
Looking at Zhishui who was in a daze, Chen Que took a look with interest.
Then he picked up the wine jar and said softly.
Seeing that Chen Que didn't take the roast chicken, but directly took the wine, Zhishui was a little surprised.
"This kind of thing, if you eat it once in a while, you will find it delicious, and if you eat too much, you will get tired of it..."
Looking at Zhishui, Chen Que said softly.
"Then I'm going to buy something else?"
Zhishui said softly.
"no need……"
"OK……"
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At this time, Yunxi has quietly slipped out of the village and went out to do archaeological research...
The other three were still kneeling in the ancestral hall.
In the Thousand Hands Buddha Room, look east and west.
Although I feel a little novel, but the complexion is indeed getting darker.
I remembered when he was entrusted to Hashirama.
family population.
Looking at this clan land again, it is estimated that one-tenth of the population of his Qianshou clan can't hold it.
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a long time……
Kneeling on the ground between the leaves, he struggled for a moment, then stood up.
He strode towards the Thousand-Handed Buddha Room.
"What are you doing here..."
Thousand Hands Buddha did not look back.
Said softly.
"Father, I know I was wrong, so let me arrest those traitors and torture them. What do you think, Father?"
Somewhat in a trance, he said softly.
"Torture? It's killing people, why torture?"
In the Thousand-Handed Buddha, the waist moved slightly, and with a whip kick, the door was kicked out...
It annoys me to see this miserable son...
Thinking of the opposing Uchiha clan, there is no Hokage, no shit, and the family is still prosperous now.
The eldest and second child in my family are all Hokage, and they were exterminated, the more I think about it, the more angry I get...
Looking at the old father whose anger had been ignited again, Feijian was quite helpless.
"Father, maybe there is some misunderstanding..."
After a long time, Feijian said softly.
"Misunderstand?"
Thousand-handed Buddha Jian's voice was indifferent, and his figure flashed, appearing next to Fei Jian, and he raised his hand to slap...
"Second brother, second child, I thought you were as smart as me, but I didn't expect that I misunderstood you. At this time, you are still speaking for these murderers. You are really great."
Thousand Hands Buddha looked at the strange son, his eyes full of haze.
"If I had known that you were such kind of people, I would have strangled you two when you were born. Unfortunately, my third and fourth children died early. I will not avenge the murder of my father or brother, do you know? You are not even human. You are still talking in front of this old man, huh..."
The voice between Thousand Hands Buddha was very cold, like ten thousand years of ice.
"Let's go, I will personally lead the undead of my Thousand-Shou Clan to conquer this village that has filled our Thousand-Shou Clan with shame. Maybe when the time comes, you two saints will be able to fight the old man with swords."
Thousand Hands Buddha didn't speak any more.
Thousands of hands feel like being pierced by thousands of arrows...
Every word spoken by the Thousand-Handed Buddha punishes the heart.
This is comparable to killing him, and it makes him uncomfortable...
It made him stupefied for a moment.
Looking back on my seemingly glorious life, did I really do the right thing?
It seems that the war in the Land of Fire has been quelled, and there are countless people alive.
However, even the revenge of killing his father and the killing of his two younger brothers can be forgotten.
Those subordinates who have been following him all the time, it doesn’t matter if they die, even their descendants are extinct...
At this moment, Feima's heart sank into a deep swamp.
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"Husband, I'm sorry... I really didn't know that the matter would become so serious... I was useless, I couldn't see their wolf ambition... I didn't take revenge for you and our clan members after the incident..."
Mito said softly.
"Father is right, I am indeed a foodie... We are already dead, so let's not worry about it... After death, Hashirama is no longer influenced by Asura's will, and I don't want to discuss who is right and who is wrong..."
In his whole life, he has a clear conscience...
The only one who is full of guilt towards his old father.
He went against his old father's will.
Forget the hatred of the Uchiha clan for killing their father and the hatred of their two younger brothers.
Forgot those clansmen who had followed him and died on the battlefield...
But it didn't bring everything the tribe wanted.Instead, their descendants completely cut off the inheritance...
Thinking of this, he felt guilty again... It turned out that he didn't really have a clear conscience.
Just be deceived.
Think of those clansmen who have always supported me.
Those pairs of trusting eyes are like sharp knives...
thought of here.
He walked gently to the tablets in the ancestral hall.
He knelt down straight.
Head buried on the ground...
I remembered the way I kowtowed to other shadows.
I don't know when it will become like this.
Because of the damn war, because of wanting to end it.
He Qianshouzhujian is worthy of everyone in the world, but he is only sorry for his own people...
"Madara, maybe, I was really wrong..."
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