Chapter 230 (1/2)

The rain pattered down, and there were thick dark clouds in the sky.

It was still clear two days ago, but since the death of three generations, the weather seems to have changed a color.

It seems that the blue sky can't help crying because of the old man's death.

This is the funeral of three generations of fire shadow, ape flying and day cutting.

All the people standing here were dressed in black mourning clothes.

At the front is a child crying.

”Wuwu... Grandpa...”

Even though Muye pill is deliberately trying to defeat his fire shadow grandpa every day.

But he still loves his grandfather most.

But such an old man has now passed away.

Alas

Whirlpool wisdom tree put his hand on Muye pill's shoulder and wanted to say something to comfort. But the words came to his mouth, but he was still silent.

It's not just him, at this funeral. Only Muye pill was crying.

All the people were in silent mourning for the three generations of fire shadow that accompanied Muye to the most powerful period of time.

Even if the rain hit everyone, but no one wavered.

Until the end of the funeral.

”What on earth is it for?” Whirlpool wisdom tree opens his right hand and goes blankly to pick up the rain in the air.

His mood was also infected by the funeral.

It was a very heavy funeral. It seemed that something weighed on his heart and made him have to think about something.

”Even if you do so much, there are always people who regard your behavior as greedy for power, there are always people who stand against you, and there are always people who want to kill you... Even you can't get everyone's approval.”

Whirlpool wisdom tree raised almost all his problems in his heart.

The death of three generations made him a little depressed.

Because before, his goal was to save the old man from this incident.

But he didn't finish the task.

Moreover, the cruelty of the war was beyond his expectation. In the original book, he did not see the death of others except three generations.

But when the war ended, he found that the number of deaths in the war had reached hundreds.

A considerable number of them are civilians.

(the original book once said that this war reduced Muye's strength by half. It may be exaggerated, but at least it is not an understatement.)

This was war, and he had a chance to stop it.

In fact, Zhishu knows that although he often considers many things.

But it is often oneself that cannot be avoided.

”Zhishu, it's over.”

Suddenly a slightly cold voice came into the ears of whirlpool wisdom tree.

Subconsciously looking back, I found that it was Kakashi.

Whirlpool wisdom tree frowned, ”Mr. Kakashi, you still like to be late as always...”

Kakashi scratched his head, ”I got lost on the road of life, so I came late...”

Zhishu looked around, but found that only himself and Kakashi were left.

There were only two of them standing in the rain.