Come on, I'll treat you to a bath.
Heavens.
How could he say such words to a girl?？
Weasel was stunned.
He was completely stunned.
After a long time, he sighed.
Perhaps this was the Eight Swords, his friend.
The so-called Ninja's Three Restrictions were nothing to Eight Swords.
Money, wine, women.
Other than money, he seemed to have committed all the crimes.
Weasel followed behind Eight Swords powerlessly, staring at Eight Swords 'back.
He wanted to know if his friend really wanted to do this.
Let's take a bath together to get rid of the cold.
There was nothing wrong with such words between men or women.
If it was a man and a woman…
This…
As expected of you.
When Eight Swords held Maoyue Xiyan's little hand and really came to the wooden leaf soup pool, he couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.
He was here.
He really came.
He came to invite the girl to take a bath.
Fortunately, it wasn't one of those pools that allowed them to bathe together.
However, it seemed that they could choose a private room here.
Could it be?
With a solemn expression, Weasel's arm heavily rested on Eight Swords 'shoulder.
"Jiansang, this is wrong.”
"The three restrictions!"
"You can't go on like this!"
As a friend, Itachi felt the need to remind Eight Swords.
If he was addicted to the Three Forbidden Ninjas…
The consequences would be unimaginable!
There was a precedent for Koba. His mother, Uchiha Mikoto, had used an analogy.
Lord Kiraiya and Lord Okami.
He could have become an even better ninja, but after being exposed to the three restrictions, he felt a little strange.
Speechless looking at Weasel, Eight Swords was a little vexed.
How was he supposed to describe his age? His kidney function was still limited. How was he supposed to describe the fact that he was just kind enough to send the girl over to take a shower because he was afraid that she would catch a cold?
"Let go of me."
As if she was uncomfortable under Weasel's gaze, Maoyue Xiyan blushed and wanted to shake off Eight Swords 'hand, but the force on it was not something she could resist.
He had no choice but to remind her softly.
This was the first time he felt someone holding his hand.
However, she was a very thin-skinned young lady. She really did not have the face to be led into the hot spring.
Finally, she broke free from Ba Jian's palm. When she lifted the canvas that blocked the view outside the hot spring, Maoyue Xiyan turned around with a very serious look in her eyes.
"I swear, next time, I will never lose the courage to draw my sword in front of you!”
Swoosh.
The girl took small steps and entered the soup pool.
Weasel, who was standing outside the door, was even more shocked.
The girl's gaze was even more determined than before!
Was this the method of the Eight Swords?
He had clearly told the Eight Swords that his methods were a little cruel to a girl.
But in the end, he was thinking too much.
"You always think too much."
Shaking his head, he pulled Weasel's clothes and the two of them walked into the hot spring.
A bath after cultivation would always make one involuntarily relax.
However, there seemed to be some disharmony in the spring.
"Jiansang, please let go of your hand."
"Hmm…Jian Sang, that won't do!”
" Jian Sang!"
"You talk too much. It's your turn to rub me!”
“……”
It was hard to imagine what the man, who was later called Erasel God, had experienced in the bathhouse. Only Lu Renjia, who happened to pass by, saw the man's empty eyes and red face when he came out of the bathhouse.
To be honest, the Uchiha clan had their own hot spring, which was in the clan's territory.
He had never experienced such an overly intimate way of bathing.
"It's always like this for the first time."
Compared to Weasel, Eight Swords was a little too comfortable.
Leaning on the recliner at the side, Eight Swords took a sip of wine and felt comfortable.
It was as if the fatigue brought about by cultivation had completely disappeared.
" Jiansang, I haven't been home since school. I'm afraid that Mother…"
After wiping it clean, Weasel suddenly scratched his head in embarrassment.
Although he really wanted to stay with the Eight Swords for a while longer.
Although he knew that when he was with the eight swords, he was especially relaxed and did not need to think about anything.
However, he had to go home.
"Understood. Go."
Nodding his head, Eight Swords didn't say anything more and just patted Weasel's shoulder.
There was a limit to how much strength the other party's shoulder could bear, but in the future, it would carry many things that did not originally belong to it. Eight Swords had already decided to snatch a portion of the things on it and carry them himself.
This was probably what friends were like!
The ferret went home.
After resting for a moment, Eight Swords closed his eyes. In the next second, an imaginary image with him as the center appeared in his mind.
Energy fluctuations surged into it one after another.
That was the energy that came from everyone's soul!
When the wooden sword eight template reached 5% progress, it meant that the eight swords had taken a step closer to the death god.
The Death God was most sensitive to soul fluctuations.
This kind of spiritual perception was the unique perception mode of the eight swords in the Naruto World!
"You're still soaking up? Heh, women."
He suddenly opened his eyes and yawned. Just as he was about to leave, he raised his eyebrows and disappeared.
At this moment, outside Nvtang.
Separated by the wooden board that blocked the beautiful scenery, a white-haired man who was prematurely old was sneaking forward.
Just as he was about to successfully arrive at the small crack.
A discordant voice suddenly sounded.
"In my impression."
"People who are called heroes would not do such things.”
"What do you think, Mr. Huang from the game?”
The white-haired man looked in the direction of the voice.
A young man wrapped in his pants and holding a wine gourd appeared in front of him.
"To be honest, I don't like the name Mr. Huang.”
After a brief moment of shock, the bold man stood up and revealed a determined face.
One of the Three Ninjas.
A hero comes of his own accord!
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Oh, there was a reply to the question from the readers in the book review section.
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