Although I don’t know what Kankuro is in Gaara’s heart, Leng Yu knows very well that the feeling of others’ sacrifices for themselves is not very comfortable, especially for people with arrogant and cruel personalities, this not only means failure, but also brings humiliation and regret.

The more arrogant the personality, the more severe the mental trauma you feel when you encounter this situation. People like Gaara who use bloodthirsty Shura as their annotation may feel much more pain than any kind of hatred.

After all, emotional creatures cannot escape the constraints of individuals. No matter how powerful or cold they are, they are still only individuals in a group. Unless they integrate into or die, the thorny cycle between such groups and individuals may no longer hurt each other.

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Gaara, holding his head in his hands, roared hysterically as he tried his best, because the pain that seemed to surge in his heart was once again submerged. Moreover, the pain this time was completely different from the memories of hatred in the past. The pain of hatred would make Gaara lose and make him unable to feel his own existence. However, the pain this time was clear and unquestionable, making him feel his existence more and more clearly while adding thousands of blades.

"It seems that you are not a Shura at all..." Leng Yu, who was standing in the distance, narrowed his sea-blue vertical pupils, and merciless words followed one after another: "It's so painful just because others sacrificed for him... You are just a poor little devil..."

Those who are truly bloodthirsty and lose their minds have already left the ranks of human beings. They do not care about anyone's shadow of darkness except themselves, do not care about who they are, do not care about who others are, but only care about their last wishes before they lose their minds, just like Orochimaru. But before these people become shadows of darkness, what exactly will drive these people to integrate into darkness?

There is no need to consider this question clearly, nor do you need to know the answer. Because those who want to explore it clearly are attracted by the answer hidden in the dark and fallen into the same part.

Just like... Leng Yu itself...

Gaara stopped hysterical roaring in a violent cough, and turned to kneel on the tree trunk weakly, and tears in her eyes couldn't help but fall. Temari, who was on the side, looked at Gaara with a careless face. She wanted to comfort her younger brother, but at this time she found that the distance between them made her not know what to say at all, and the most important thing at the moment is...

"Gaar! Go quickly! I will block her!!" Resolutely pulled out his fan and blocked Gaara, Temari gritted her teeth: "I don't have time to continue crying here! Gaara!!"

He raised his head and looked at Temari in front of him. Gaara's confidence had long disappeared, and only pain and at a loss were left in his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He was no match for Leng Yu at all. What could he do?

"Gaara..." Looking at Gaara's helpless expression, Temari was still hurt by the pain in her heart: Yes, he is his own brother, and the connection and affection between bloodlines will always be unquestionable...

Temari withdrew the scolding she wanted to continue, and instead tried to wipe her eyes, trying to make her smile look more peaceful: "Brother...I'm sorry...my sister and brother may not be able to walk with you...but please remember, Kankuro and I will always be your family...the real..."

As he said that, Temari lowered her body gently and kissed Gaara's bright red word "love" on her forehead with a little trembling. Huh, it seems that the girl comic I read last time was still useful, at least taught me one of the ways to express my feelings. However, the first kiss was my own brother, which was really shy... But, so what, anyway, I should be dead... I don't know if Kankuro would wait for me there...

"Goodbye...brother..." After saying the last sentence, Temari suddenly pushed Gaara off the trunk. After falling into the bushes, Gaara should have found a way to escape, so now...

"Scytheater Technique!!!" He used his own tricks as much as possible. Temari stared nervously at Leng Yu, who was instantly flooded by a storm in front of him. This trick would never be possible to knock down that woman. If this is the case...

"Uh...!!" Just in the moment when the thinking was broken, Temari's enlarged pupils had clearly reflected Leng Yu's face that was approaching the extreme. The cruelty and coldness reflected inside the sea-blue vertical pupils were also the essence!

Bang!!

Using the Hidden Thunder Technique, he instantly exchanged the air in front of him and Temari. Leng Yu ruthlessly punched Temari's lower abdomen, which was not reacting. The sufficient force immediately made Temari fall into a semi-dirty state. Moreover, this was not the end. Leng Yu's hand quickly grabbed Temari's right shoulder and twisted it fiercely. Accompanied by the crisp sound of the bones and the whine that Temari involuntarily made, the fan in Temari's hand fell down and hit the ground under the tree heavily.

After removing Temari's shoulder joint with ruthless ruthlessness, Leng Yu stopped further attacks. In this way, Temari would truly lose her combat power, and this was also to let Temari's screams convey to Gaara not far away.

"What a pity, you are too weak..." He held Temari's collar and hung it in the air. Leng Yu glans at the bushes in the distance: "You and the little black bird will die and let the little panda escape. I'm puzzled. He obviously did not regard you as brothers and sisters at all. Your sacrifice would not have any meaning at all..."

In the distance, Gaara, who had already escaped into the bushes involuntarily, had no idea what he was doing or what he should do: What should I do? They were just pieces of meat connected to me by the so-called blood and family affection... and I couldn't save them at all... I was no match for that woman at all, so... it was normal for me to escape... But... why, why am I in such pain? Please, no matter who it is? No matter who it is! Help me! Let this pain stop!!

I couldn't help but grab the collar near my heart, Gaara suddenly thought of something, by the way! You are a monster in my body! Please! Give me some strength! Give me some strength to eliminate this pain! Please!!!

One hand raised Temari's body, Leng Yu's other hand slightly merged with index and middle fingers, as if he was given a command, the nails on it immediately became sharp and slender, like a sharp short sword. He aimed at Temari's eyes and made a thorn. Leng Yu licked the corner of his mouth leisurely, and his narrowed vertical pupils seemed to be the last gaze before the cat ended his prey's life: "Then, the golden chrysanthemum from the desert... goodbye forever..."

In the end...is he going to die?

Close your eyes with self-deprecatingly, Temari tried hard not to think about the next moment when he would splatter three feet of blood. If he died here, even the corpse would be eaten by insects or other forest creatures. That would be a disgusting ending...

boom!!!!

A loud noise interrupted Temari's random thoughts. The next moment, she felt that her body was being carried by Leng Yu suddenly lightened. It seemed that Leng Yu suddenly relaxed her restraint. After opening her eyes, what she saw was a pair of yellow pupils with starry light. These eyes seemed to be looking at her carefully, but soon, before Temari could react, the owner of these eyes threw her away from the area. In just a moment, she left the area far away.

Leng Yu, who jumped to another tree, looked at the figure who came and sent Tema away from the battlefield. The eyes obviously showed the identity of the master, the guy who was about to come out...

"I finally figured it out... a sandy crane..." Looking at Gaara, who had half of his body completely sandy, Leng Yu felt that the familiar aura of the tailed beast on the other party had increased to the peak, and it seemed that it was not just a tailed beast, but more like a purer one...

"That dead boy whineed to me for help for the first time... It's really uncomfortable..." He spoke with a unique sharp tone. Shouhe in front of Leng Yu snorted lightly, and his eyes fell on Leng Yu again. After a brief look, Shouhe spoke again: "You are Zhuriki, the person from that fox... Let the fox come out to see me!"

?

A question mark could not help but hit the forehead. Leng Yu rolled his eyes. Just as he was about to say something, he unexpectedly received a word from Jiu Tai from his heart: "Hehe... Hey, Leng Yu, let me go out... I want to talk to this dead raccoon cat..."

"After all... it's been a long time since we met..."
Chapter completed!