Naruto's Ultimate Blood Follower

Terumi Mei's body trembled, she hurriedly raised her head, and her eyes immediately met Rong Lin's, which made Terumi Mei feel guilty for a while, and wanted to turn her head away, but she didn't dare.

"Tsk tsk."

Rong Lin stared at Terumi Mei for a long time, making Terumi Mei nervous to death, her pale face immediately turned red, she pulled up Terumi Mei's clothes and smelled it, Rong Lin asked with a smile:

"Is it a lot of money?"

"If you go back to the adults, there are not many..."

In terms of Terumi Mei's strength, spending a little bit of money to dress herself up is simply trivial to her, taking on some more difficult tasks and completing them can get a lot of money.

"Well, probably not much for you."

Rong Lin nodded, clapped his hands, and said with emotion:

"What do you want me to say? What did I see before?

Dried persimmon ghost shark carrying a big knife and chasing you?What is your bloodline limit?Isn't it two kinds of blood following the limit?My great talent! ! ! "

Thinking of the scene he saw earlier, Rong Lin almost cocked his nose. Even if you Terumi Mei is not the opponent of the dry persimmon ghost shark, it doesn't mean that you have no ability to counterattack at all, right?

Your opponent is chasing you everywhere, and you are extremely embarrassed, but the other party has nothing to do, what is this called?

"Because...because, I'm afraid of hurting him."

Terumi Mei's rebuttal voice was extremely small, like a mosquito's chirping. If it weren't for Rong Lin's outstanding hearing, she probably wouldn't have been able to hear what she was saying.

"what?"

Rong Lin deliberately lowered his head and leaned over:

"I can't hear what you said."

"me……"

Terumi Mei was in a hurry, but she couldn't say anything except me. Under the enormous pressure from Rong Lin, she could only lower her head, not daring to look at Rong Lin's angry face.

"What's going on today?"

Zhi Shui asked with his eyes, and the dried persimmon ghost shark gave him a roll of eyes, telling him not to cause trouble for himself, just look at him obediently, and don't speak, otherwise it would be thankless, and he would even make a mess of himself.

Chapter 459 Is Your Blood Successor Boundary For Viewing?

It wasn't that the dry persimmon ghost wanted to watch Rong Lin embarrass Terumi Mei, but didn't want to help her.

The dry persimmon ghost shark knew that Rong Lin would not embarrass them at will. There must be his reasons for doing so. The more you plead for mercy at this time, the more serious the consequences will be.

Ok!

Shishui could only nod helplessly.

"Get out and stand. You are a vegetable melon yourself, and you nodded and shook your head."

Suddenly Zhishui's expression was stunned, and the next second, the whole person flew out.

"Ouch."

Zhishui flew directly out of the tent and landed heavily on the ground. Unprepared at all, he felt that his intestines were all tangled together, and his butt was in close contact with the stone, almost not blooming.

I've always said that it's fine to just stand, so why bother?

The dried persimmon ghost shark sighed deeply, closed his eyes, and waited for himself to fly out like Zhishui.

"bump!!"

Sure enough, the dried persimmon shark flew out like Zhishui in the next second, hitting the ground heavily, and he didn't even dare to use chakra to his butt to resist the impact, otherwise he would be beaten even worse.

"You hurt me badly."

After smashing a hole in the ground, the dried persimmon ghost shark stood up speechlessly, and Zhi Shui looked embarrassed. He didn't expect Rong Lin to be serious today, and it was only the exchange of eyes that he suffered.

It seems that Terumi Mei is absolutely miserable today, but do you want to leave first?

Go if you dare! !

The dried persimmon ghost shark glared at Zhi Shui, got up and stood outside the tent, motionless, with a wry smile, silently walked to the opposite side of the dried persimmon ghost shark, but the two of them pricked up their ears, wanting to know about Zhao Mei. What is the punishment for meditation.

Although Rong Lin seldom checked them, every time they came suddenly, if they didn't meet the standard, he would just kneel.

"Tell me out loud why!!! You are a ninja and know your mission, but what have you done!!!"

In the tent, Lin looked down at Terumi Mei who bowed his head in silence.

"Is your bloodline limit for viewing?

Need you to worry about the dried persimmon ghost shark being injured?If you don't even have the courage to take action, then why don't you be a ninja, just go back and get married and be a housewife! ! ! "

Rong Lin's words were hard to hear, each sentence was like a sharp knife, slashing at Terumi Mei's heart.

Terumi Mei's eyes widened, unable to believe that Rong Lin would scold her like that.

This is no longer a simple curse, but an insult to her.

"What, aren't you convinced?"

Rong Lin reached out and squeezed Terumi Mei's chin, raised her head, forced her to look at him, and sneered:

"If you feel unhappy or unwilling, you can scold me, as long as you can do it, as long as you dare!!!"