v3 Chapter 175： Burial

Within this day, the squad of the squadron was completely annihilated, and it was seriously injured. Since the beginning of World War I, this is the only battlefield defeat in Konoha.

The more people gathered in the Muye camp, the more the water gate returned with Kakashi, and they were surrounded by the neighbors and Yan Mao.

Lu Jizheng organized the chakra diffusion cannons in the material warehouse to be carried out, and placed them at the entrance of the camp to prevent the other side from attacking.

Masahiko reluctantly calmed the rope tree. He originally thought that it was the master who needed more comfort. He did not expect the hand to be silent for a while, and he cheered up and put in the treatment of the wounded. Emergency evacuation will definitely hurt.

"Constitution, you really have no lover and younger brother to be a father. The hands are completely without any signs of blood sugar... So I am relieved, then, about twenty years later?"

In the face of the constitutional body, Masahiko himself talks to himself.

For a long while, the rope tree wiped the tears from the face and said: "Grandfather, we sent the father back to the wood leaves to bury it."

Masahiko nodded and then shook his head. "Tomorrow, it's too late. It's too late today."

"And also gathered a thousand hands of the people, let them first withdraw from the battlefield, the constitutional funeral they also participated, and the funeral of several other ethnic groups..."

The loss of the thousand hands was rather heavy, except for the constitution, and the six elites in the constitutional squad were all overwhelmed.

Looking at the rope tree, Zheng Yan sighed. "Daoshan, you go to gather the people."

"Yes, Grandpa." Daoshan immediately replied.

"Daoshan has matured a lot in these years, not the boy who was a brother of World War II." Zheng Yan nodded comfortably.

After that, Masahiko joined the ranks of the wounded, and together with a group of medical ninjas, finally processed all the wounded before the night.

"Let's go, let's go, tomorrow we will **** the constitution back to the leaves."

The hesitant hand hesitated, and his face showed a sad expression. "I will go with my father again."

"People can't die... People don't have to resurrect," I wanted to comfort. Zheng Yan suddenly changed his mouth. "There may be another day to see him again."

As soon as the outline of the hand was over, Zheng Yan smiled. "Go to rest."

"Huoying adults!"

There was a shout of buzzing outside.

I am a Yan Yan, I didn’t expect the Japanese to know that the news came in person.

The Japanese nephew looked like a servant, and saw Zheng Yan, and looked at his hand in a good state, and he was relieved.

"Ie Yan Elder."

Masahiko nodded. "Go and see the constitution. Next day, I will **** his body with the Thousand Hands to return to the leaves... and bring him to Mao."

He thought that there might be a way to hide the arm of the Mao, and that the current state of Yan Mao is not suitable for the war.

"Yu Mao?" In the afternoon, he heard the news of the constitution, and he handed everything to the group and rushed to the battlefield. He still didn't know what happened to him.

Masahiko did not explain, let Sundial go to see it himself, he arranged for a deer to arrange a camp for a long time, went in to rest, he was a little tired.

“The future is always changing.”

Lying in the camp, Zheng Yan felt a little bit of emotion and thought of the trip to Loulan.

If Sarah does not say that the boy likes to be tall and big, he will not go to Sharon Village to make Optimus Prime. Sharon Village will not have two secret weapons, and the constitution will not die.

"In the final analysis, the responsibility is still in me... I am recruiting who is provoked! There is Sha Niu Village, Chiyoda..." Thinking of Chiyoda, Masahiko fell asleep.

On the following day, Masahiko and a group of ninjas, together with Mikao Kakashi, escorted the body of the constitution to return to Konoha.

The master is also in the queue.

On the way, Zheng Yan looked around in a circle and frowned. "There are only a dozen people in the battlefield?"

The rope tree is slightly stunned. "There were more than thirty people."

"There is not much..." Masahiko, a thousand-handed family, is in a semi-air state.

"There are thousands of people in these years who are not expected."

The outline hand came to Zheng Yan a few steps, hesitating, indicating that the rope tree is far away.

"Grandpa Grandpa, the situation in these years has been somewhat wrong, and the people are getting scarcer."

Masahiko frowned and gestured to continue.

"From the generation of grandparents between the pillars, the fertility of the Qianshou people seems to be getting weaker and weaker, especially to our generation..." When it comes to this, the master is still somewhat shy. "Only the rope tree has one person. For future generations, this is still because of your medicine..."

I was shocked by the fact that I was discovered that these years I did not find young children from the hands of the hands.

"Impossible."

This is not the world of Xianxia. The stronger it is, the less likely it is to have future generations. With a thousand hands, it should be easy to pass on the offspring. Look at the vortex family with a slightly weaker body. Since Zheng Yan ordered the encouragement of birth, the population growth within the family was particularly rapid.

"At the time, I thought it was just an example. I didn't expect everyone to be like this."

Masahiko looked at the outline, "You didn't find the reason?"

The hand shook his head, "No."

Zheng Yan pondered for a moment, "What is the reason, diet?"

"They should have found this situation too, and the medicine should have been used, but only the rope tree is in force." The hand whispered.

Masahiko nodded. "I know, after your father's funeral, I will study it carefully."

"The rope tree is effective because it is better? The hand is... forget it, look at Daoshan."

After all the way, the people returned to the leaves.

The group was greeted at the door. After the three sentences of Zheng Yan showed the current situation, he whispered inquiries. "Do you have any way to arm the arm?"

The group shook his head, "the broken limbs are regenerated, it is impossible."

Masahiko frowned, recalling the original, "Naruto's arm... is the cell between the columns?"

I looked at the group before the Zheng Yan actually did not believe that he did not study the cells between the columns, it may not be possible, it may be possible but not willing...

"Forget it, I really don't feel relieved to let him come, so let Yan Mao go to the country of the vortex, see if there is no way to make a prosthetic limb. You can't do it. After two years, there is a way for the big snake pill. ""

Compared with the group, Zheng Yan would rather believe in the big snake pill.

Later, under the organization of Masahiko and the group, the constitution was buried in the cemetery of Konoha.

The funeral was very simple. Only the Zhengyan group and a group of thousands of people participated. On the heroic monument of Muye, Zheng Yan personally engraved seven names.

Looking at the aroma of the tears in the hand and the rope tree, Masahiko had a slight headache.

Look at the thousands of hand-painted people who are less than half a hundred in total. Zheng Yan blinks in the eye, and his heart is darkly lining: "My ancestors, I personally watched you make people! Don't leave a man and a woman, no one should go to the battlefield."

"Yes, what about a fat cat?" Zheng Yan remembered it. "It seems to be still in the big snake pill, I hope it will be a little bigger..."