People are in wood leaf, ten years of corpses on the battlefield

If in the previous life, he could see such a story at most, and then he continued to look at the next one without any waves.

But personal experience is often different, clearer and more touching.

At the same time, he also knew that the story similar to his sister and sister, in this Muye Village, will be staged almost every day.

This is just the corner of the iceberg, but it can vaguely peek into the weight of the whole iceberg. Under the towering icebergs, it is a pair of eager eyes and a common story.

Soon, the students in outdoor class returned.

A little girl wearing a simple and somewhat embarrassing face, her expression looked a little incompatible with everyone.

When she was sitting back, she saw the gift box on the table, and the “Chanai, happy birthday, sorry” written on the additional card, the whole person was dull.

The tears came out of it, the lips that were constantly being torn, and the hands that kept the gift box with a fastener.

Silent, but sadness permeated the entire classroom.

Several good relationships come forward to ask about the situation, comfort and soothe.

Maru Mountain Qifeng just stood silently outside the classroom, leaning on the wall, watching this scene.

Only when I touched my pocket, I had no cigarettes.

He didn’t plan to step forward.

Girls should have expected it for a long time. What she waited for was only a result. Now she should vent her, and then put her sister in her heart, study hard, so that she will not go to the same ending as her sister in the future.

Consolation is left to ordinary people.

Ninja, no need.

It seems very cruel, but politely speaking, more than 50 % of the entire wood leaf should have the same experience as women.

Rao is a genius Kakashi, and at the age of five, he witnessed the death of a hero -like father.

The entire ninja world is a deformed world that is made up of sad stories.

“Hey, pray for Fengfeng?”

The abrupt, the surprise voice passed into the ear.

Looking up, it is a teenager with a goggles, and it looks a little bit middle.

Qi Feng stunned, “Bring the soil, is this your classroom?”

Uchiha with soil, the BOSS behind the scenes of the fourth ninja war provoked the fourth ninja war with its own power.

Now it’s just an ordinary crane tail.

Seeing him, Qifeng remembered that the reason why Uchiha with soil was blackened, isn’t it because of the death of the companion Nahara?

Tragedy is staged every day.

Even the tragedy of some people was doomed at the beginning.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with Chanel?” He asked curiously with his shoulders.

Qifeng just shook his head and didn’t speak.

Students came back one after another, someone knew him, greet him politely, and some who did not know him. He nodded, and he was all polite.

“Pray for the wind.” Someone greeted him.

Seeing the coming, Qifeng finally moved.

He grabbed the other party and surprised him.

“Asma, smoke and fire.” Qi Feng bluntly.

Asma’s expression was stiff, Yu Guang glanced at the corner of his eyes glanced at a cute girl with a pair of red eyes, and said with a smile:

“Uh … Keke, pray for the wind, don’t be kidding, I don’t smoke the smoke.”

Don’t know you?

In the past, the forest after school, I learned your old man ape flying sun and cigarette, but it was not you, the ape flying Astma.

After that, it became a frequent visitor to the forest, the cigarette butt, but it was difficult to see Uncle Tian Fu.

Sure enough, Qifeng turned out a box of cigarettes and matches from his clothes pocket.

A skilledly popped up, and the “呲” location ignited the match.

The red cigarette butt, deeply sucked, vomited slowly, and then spit it out.

Comfortable.

But Asma’s expression was froze.

The familiar eyes behind him made him stabbing his back.

The Uchiha next to it is even more coaxing, “Oh!!! Astma, you are young, you actually bring smoke!”

Knowing the soil is equivalent to the entire class. No, the entire school knows.

Asma thought of his serious old man, and his body trembled.

“Pray Feng?”

The teacher is here.

Pi Feng threw the cigarette on the ground, and the feet wiped out without trace, shouting, “Teacher Futian.”

Futian is his former teacher, and a teacher with soil and Asma, so although several people are not familiar, they also know.

Fukuda glanced at the cigarette butt on the ground, and stared at Asma, who was drooping his eyes, and laughed: “It’s just that you are here, or let them talk about your experience after becoming a ninja, let this group of little guys know the ninja. cruel.”

Guifeng looked at Chaonai, who was lying on the table and shaking his shoulder, and shook his head in his lips.

“I think … they have known them long ago.”

Following his eyes, Futian Gen also saw Chaonai. With his experience, his head roughly understood the original committee.

Silently patted the shoulder of Qifeng, “less drawing.”

Become a ninja, you must be responsible for himself. Although the age of praying is not big, Futian Gen has not scolded.

“Um.” Qifeng’s nose sounded.