After Zhong Er landed, poof, a corpse fell from the tree trunk behind Zhong Er. Zhong Er was indifferent, and even mechanically took out the scroll and put the ninja's corpse in the scroll. Four years slipped away from his fingertips unknowingly. Now Zhong Er is no longer the child who was less than one meter old when he was seven or eight years old. In four years, Zhong Er's height has increased by more than fifty centimeters. It can be said that he is a child. Half a child. However, after four years of fighting, Zhong Er couldn't simply be regarded as a half-grown child. Orochimaru was right, these four years were indeed not easy, and almost every day was spent on missions, even when returning to the village, it was just a hasty meeting with parents. If it weren't for Zhong Er's carefree self-entertainment character, Zhong Er doubted whether he would become like the other six men of Orochimaru. I used to look like normal people, but when it comes to the battlefield, there is no one normal. Taking the ghost-slaying that Zhong Er is most familiar with, dismemberment has become his favorite. But the harvest of four years is also huge. Zhong Er has gone from a little ninja who just became a Chūnin to now being able to kill a special Jōnin completely alone. When Zhong Er returned to the gathering place, everyone was already waiting for Zhong Er.
"It's solved."?" Ghost Zhan said with a gasp, a wound on his back where the bones were deep. Zhong Er came to Zhan Gui's side and took over Zhan Gui from the four sides of Du Shi. Rather than saving people, eating alone is more suitable for killing people. And after four years of training, Zhong Er's medical ninjutsu is no less than that of a professional medical ninja. Of course, there is no way to compare with perverts like Tsunade in the future. But for the group of six who are fighting endlessly, You Er's treatment method is more than that of eating alone. "Such a life-threatening style of play all day will kill you sooner or later." Under Zhong Er's treatment, Zhan Guishen's visible bone wound gradually stopped the blood, although Zhong Er persuaded Zhan Guiwu several times. "Don't worry, isn't there you? With you here, no matter how serious the injury is, it's not worth mentioning." Zhan Gui's pale face showed a smile that was uglier than crying. "You think too much! My medical ninjutsu is just a three-legged cat's kung fu. If this goes on like this, one time I won't be able to save you." This kind of dialogue has been repeated countless times since Zhong Er treated Zhangui several times and was recognized by everyone as medical ninjutsu surpassing alone food. During this unconscious conversation, Zhong Er slapped the wound on Zhan Gui's back. Just as Zhan Gui was about to shout habitually, he found that the wound on his back had been healed by Zhong Er. do not move. Zhong Er stopped Zhan Gui, who was about to jump up, and wrapped a thick layer of gauze around Zhan Gui's wound. Medical ninjutsu is not a panacea, even if it temporarily scabs the wound, the scab is very fragile. Take Zhong Er to deal with Zhan Gui's wound. Orochimaru, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke. "Okay, Kusanagi Village's mission is over. (Wang Nuohao) After traveling for four years, the mission of infiltration and assassination is temporarily over, and we return to the village. "As Orochimaru's words fell, no matter it was Zhong Er or the group of six, there were smiles on their faces. The word "going home" is undoubtedly a sweet spring in the desert for the few people who have been carrying out infiltration and assassination in the countries around Konoha. Every time they go home is the most exciting time for Zhong Er and others.
Especially when this mission is temporarily over. .