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Yan Bai sat cross-legged on Weasel's roof for a while, thinking.

In his original destiny, Uchiha Itachi was a precocious child with many thoughts.

Yan Bai didn't know how long Junlin could keep Quan Nai.

If Quan Nai catches up soon, Yan Bai will miss this opportunity.

Isn't he just a child?

Go in and have a look.

Having made a decision in his heart, Yan Bai jumped up and landed lightly in front of Uchiha Itachi's door again.

Yan Bai walked to the sliding door and knocked on the door with a smile, "Itachi-san~ Good evening."

To Yan Bai's surprise, the door made a slight sound.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a childish voice came out, "In the evening... come... okay, who is it?"

He seemed to be struggling to speak, and his speech was not very clear, but people could barely understand what he meant.

There is no way, Itachi is really too young now.

Itachi was still at an age where it was difficult to even speak.

Yan Bai bent down at the crack in the door and took a closer look. He saw the little ferret hiding behind the door, peering curiously through the crack.

Ouch~ So cute.

Yan Bai smiled and said, "I am your father's teacher, Mr. Hokage."

"Nan... fell?" Itachi still didn't open the door, but simply asked this question.

He probably meant why he came to him in the middle of the night.

Yan Bai felt that such a protracted conversation was a waste of time. Since he could communicate through the crack in the door, there was no need for him to go in.

If Yan Bai wanted to verify something, he didn't have to see Itachi himself.

Yan Bai put away his smile, and calmly said to the crack in the door in English that did not exist in this world: "Itachi, are you here to save me?"

As he spoke, Yan Bai showed a sad expression. He stretched out his hand to cover his chest, as if he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe. This time, he changed the language to French: "I am in so much pain. I am locked up in this world by Grandma Xuan." Hundreds of years ago.”

"My backend is garbled and cannot be repaired. I have given up on repairing it for many years. The administrator's emergency mode can allow me to survive in this world for a long time."

"I really want to go back, I miss you so much..."

Then, Yan Bai changed the language to Chinese: "With great difficulty, I sent Madara to another virtual world through my mirror, flower, water and moon. However, Madara's hope of finding my incarnation is very slim... My incarnation... I'm afraid I can't find it. arrive."

"Itachi, what should I do? What should I do if you are not the Itachi I am looking for?"

As he spoke, Yan Bai squatted at the door and covered his face with his hands. He looked very painful and helpless.

Then, Yan Bai started to cry. Although he didn't shed a single tear, he still cried very professionally.

As long as he covered his face with his hands, no one would know he wasn't crying.

Yan Bai "cryed" for a while. He heard the sliding door in front of him being gently pushed open from the inside, and a pair of small hands covered his face.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Bai heard Itachi's childish voice saying to him at close range: "No... cry..."

But Itachi spoke the language of the ninja world.

It was as if he was greatly frightened by seeing an adult break down and cry in front of him.

Itachi was a well-behaved and caring child, so he opened the door and came out to comfort Yan Bai. At this time, it seemed that he could only use the simplest words to express what he meant.

Yan Bai's eyes, which were covered behind his hands, narrowed slightly.

Has it failed?

This Itachi is not the Itachi he knows?

Isn't this Weasel the Weasel he took as his follower in another parallel world?

If it was Itachi under his command, then Itachi would definitely be able to help him escape from this world.

But...is this Itachi really not the person he is looking for?

Did Itachi really not understand what he said?

If this Weasel is the Weasel that Yan Bai knows, then he should be able to understand all languages. They used to communicate in languages ​​that others could not understand.

If this Weasel is Yan Bai's old friend, then he must be able to understand these languages.

One test is not enough...probably...

The "hateful future" that Quan Nai said appeared in Yan Bai's mind, and the future Itachi would propose to him.

If Itachi had such thoughts about him, it would only be reasonable to pretend that he didn't know him.

Because once Itachi helps him escape from this world, he will return to being a man.

Ah, I'm so annoyed...

No, it's also possible that this Itachi is the Weasel of this world and really doesn't know Yan Bai.

However, verifying it once is not enough.

Yan Bai squeezed the bridge of his nose with his hands, forcing out the tears. Then he cried more and more, becoming more and more dramatic. He took his hand away after confirming that his face was full of tears.

Then, Yan Bai opened his arms and hugged the child standing in front of him, and continued to cry.

"No... cry..."

Itachi's soft little body stood stiffly in place, and he reached out to stroke Yan Bai's hair.

Yan Bai rested his head on his slender shoulder, crying and listening to Itachi's heartbeat.

The little Itachi's heart was beating like a drum at the moment.

Yan Bai narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew in his heart, what if he was sure that the old friend in front of him was Weasel?If Itachi is unwilling to take the initiative to help him and refuses to admit it, there is nothing he can do to Itachi now.

However, no matter what, we must find a way to confirm Itachi's identity.

An idea emerged in Yan Bai's mind.

Just...just do it this way.

Yan Bai was so angry that he burst into tears and cried loudly. He cried even more miserably than before, and even more earth-shatteringly than before.

Itachi, who was hugged tightly by him, began to make childish sounds.

Itachi: "No...cry...na..."

Yan Bai: "Woooooooooo..."

Itachi: "No...cry..."

Yan Bai: "Woooooooooo..."

Itachi: "..."

Yan Bai: "Woooooooooo..."

Itachi: "It hurts..."

Hearing Itachi cry out in pain, Yan Bai quickly wiped his face and let go of Itachi. He said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

As he spoke like this, Yan Bai complained in his heart that this child could really endure it. He could endure it for so long before crying out in pain. He was becoming more and more like the person he remembered.

"It doesn't...never mind...it doesn't matter..." Itachi responded with great difficulty. Yan Bai hugged him so painfully, and now he looked at Yan Bai with a little fear in his eyes.

Even if the arms of others are not soft and fleshy, at least they are warm and can feel the delicate bones.

Yan Bai's embrace was very hard, as if he was imprisoned by a humanoid stone statue, and his whole body was tight and painful.

Yan Bai's terrible cry woke up the Fugaku couple who had just fallen asleep.

In the middle of the night, a cry and howl like a female ghost came from the direction of their son's room, and the couple ran over rolling and crawling.

As a result, they saw their great Hokage staying up most of the night, breaking into their house at night, holding their young son and crying loudly.

What happened in the end?

"teacher?"

Uchiha Fugaku wanted to step forward, but seeing Yan Bai losing control, he quickly winked at his wife beside him.

Mikoto understood immediately and hurried over.

Yan Bai immediately turned around and hugged Miqin.

In Mikoto's eyes, Yan Bai is a beautiful old lady, so when she was hugged by Yan Bai, Mikoto stiffened uncomfortably at first, because Yan Bai's body was so hard that even Mikoto felt pain.

Then Mikoto patted Yan Bai on the back with a funny look on her face, and silently comforted Yan Bai.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bai put his hand on Miqin's chest while crying.

Because Yan Bai didn't move his hands, neither Mikoto nor Fugaku felt anything unusual.

However, Yan Bai caught a hint of something wrong on the face of Weasel standing by the narrow corridor, but that emotion was very light.