The most powerful system in history

Chapter 1391 Pain Strikes
This side—

This meal——

It tasted very weird.

Waves of impatience surged in Wu Liang's heart. Really, he reacted as soon as he opened his mouth. Can't you feel more about the dishes he prepared quietly?

Hatake Kakashi seems to have realized what the great uneasiness in his heart is at this moment, because he has already felt it at this moment.

Surrounding him was a sense of sadness, and it was uncontrollable, a history he least wanted to reverberate.

However, this dark history is now entering the 2x speed playback mode in his mind, and it is a non-stop playback mode.

This is much more tormenting than last time——

Of course, all of this is inseparable from Wu Liang. What he threw down with his big hand just now is a bottle of potion called sadness. This potion can infinitely magnify even a little sadness in your heart to an unlimited state.

Even if that kind of sadness is just because an ant was accidentally trampled to death, it can be magnified and destroy the whole world like a butterfly effect.

Just as the strong genius ninja Hatake Kakashi had been destroyed at the moment.

Different from crying in a low voice last time, this time Kakashi burst into tears, and the water vapor that kept coming out of his eye sockets was uncontrollable like a flood.

And different from last time, the Third Hokage was looking at him in surprise.

In Sarutobi Hiruzen's impression, Hatake Kakashi had never cried.

This is so embarrassing!
A sentence popped out of the mind of Hatake Kakashi, who was deeply buried in sadness, and this sentence hung high in his heart.

Of all the emotions he hates the most is this kind of crying, the crying of lamenting the irreparable things that have passed, this kind of crying represents weakness, represents incompetence.

Yet at this moment he was such a representative.

"Uncle Yile..."

Hatake Kakashi kept repeating this sentence while crying. In fact, he wanted to express his anger, but the uncontrollable tears made him look like a child seeking comfort at this time.

So Wu Liang did the same, he hugged Hatake Kakashi into his arms, and slapped Kakashi with a force that seemed light but was actually like a hammer.

"Little ghost, what's the matter with you? Do you have any sadness that you want to tell uncle?"

"It's okay, just tell me, uncle won't laugh at you..."

"Hahaha……"

A burst of laughter burst out from Wu Liang's throat.

The boy Kakashi had red eyes, gritted his teeth, and let out a cold voice from his throat.

"I ~ want to ~ kill ~ you!"

"What? I didn't hear clearly, can you say it again?"

Wu Liang yelled loudly while beating Kakashi vigorously, and he hit Kakashi according to the meridians, so it wouldn't cause much damage, but it would definitely cause enough pain.

"what……"

The boy let out a painful wail.

A feeling of broken bones is infinitely magnified in the body. This feeling is really painful and helpless.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, who was immersed in his own pain, had obviously forgotten the existence of Kakashi, and he looked at the bowl of noodles in his hand with a complicated expression.

If there is any food in this world that he likes most, it must be hijiki and sardine balls.

If there is any food that he hates the most, it is Nara pickles!
However, after he gulped down hijiki and sardine balls just now, what he felt in his throat was the smell of Nara pickles.

And this smell has gone deep into his lungs, in every cell, he feels that the smell in his breath is Nara pickles.

This is simply to torture him to death!

Wu Liang looked at all this happily, and at the same time asked Sarutobi Hiruzen with concern, telling him that the noodles would not taste good if they were cold!
Hiruzen Sarutobi (weakly) "Your balls are made of..."

"What are you talking about, I can't hear clearly, Kakashi is crying too much, I have to take good care of him."

Kakashi "..."

"Village Chief, I can specially develop this kind of noodles for you, you must enjoy it!"

Wu Liang yelled at Sarutobi Hiruzen loudly, stopping what he was about to say.

Follow-up: In the end, Wu Liang said goodbye to Hatake Kakashi with tears streaming down his face, and Sarutobi Hiruzen who smelled of Nara pickles when he spoke.

Especially Sarutobi Hiruzen, he also took down the pipe that had been firmly on his mouth, because the smoke he smoked now was full of the smell of Nara pickles.

what!
I really can't live anymore!
Under the setting sun, the figures of these two people were very short and desolate.

Everyone cast doubtful eyes on the old and young who walked past, this weeping Kakashi, the desperate village... What did the beating do to them?
Everyone's eyes and questions surged towards Wu Liang like a goddess scattering flowers.

Wu Liangliang gave a full and reasonable explanation with a wave of his hand.

"That kid is like this every time he eats my ramen. I heard that he is moved. Our great village is naturally—"

Wu Liang held up his finger and paused for a moment.

"what?"

"what the hell?"

There were crowds of people below, waiting for Wu Liang's answer.

"He read the story of my ramen."

"Oh!"

Everyone responded thoughtfully.

They suddenly realized that ramen has a story. This must be a magical ramen!
Wu Liang's remarks spread like a gust of wind in Konoha Ninja Village, and everywhere he passed, there was a lot of praise. Yile Ramen has risen to many levels in the hearts of everyone, and it is called God Noodles!

Handmade is also known as the myth of ramen.

Handa and his delicious ramen have also successfully gone out of the entire country of fire and entered the other four countries, becoming a hot ramen.

Of course, there are also unpleasant factors, such as Hatake Kakashi, who also heard the rumors and still shed tears under the super effect, and the smoke he exhaled was filled with the strong smell of Nara pickles, and he fell into a deep depression of despair. The third Hokage in the pond.

Hatake Kakashi gritted his teeth, the voice repeated over and over again in his heart.

"I am going to kill you!"

He must clean up that middle-aged uncle well, and let him see what youth's strength is.

The Third Hokage began to think about hitting while collapsing at the constant smell from his mouth.

Handa used to be just an unknown middle-aged uncle with a little lolita. Apart from being able to make ramen, there is nothing special in this village of ninjas!
However, the current handmade noodles seem to be rejuvenated. The original gentleness has become a poisonous tongue. The only thing that remains the same is probably the loyalty to the ramen, which is still delicious.

(End of this chapter)