Chapter 143: Leaving the Hidden Leaf, Hinata’s Affection

Because Naruto was rebuilding Konoha at an astonishing pace, he received the wholehearted support of everyone in the village.

During this period, a steady stream of people came to Naruto to apologize, just like that worker had.

Some of their apologies were even excessively extreme. A few had actually cut off their own fingers, forcing Naruto to treat their wounds with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

Those who had gone to such extremes belonged to several so-called vibrant social organizations that had once existed in Konoha Village.

If only he had not humiliated him so cruelly back then… If only he had not tormented him… If he had truly been willing to regard him as a brother and a friend, would everything today have turned out differently?

The scene on the news showed the army confronting a band of armed criminals. What was truly horrifying was that these people possessed a stockpile of weapons no less formidable than the military’s. It was not difficult to imagine how great a threat they posed to ordinary citizens and civilians.

The Flame Phoenix and the Frost Phoenix were similar in size, but one radiated the chill of ice while the other blazed with fire. Under the control of the Phoenix-Cry Zither, both phoenixes swooped toward the Grand Ancestor.

Back then, she had done everything in her power to snatch Jiang Ninghe away from her, never imagining that she would so quickly find another man who was just as wonderful.

The painter suddenly scrambled to his feet and swung his carving knife at Du Tianbao. Just as it was about to reach him, Du Tianbao kicked him in the arm and then shoved him to the ground.

“A mere First-level Martial Immortal, no better than an insect! You look down on mortals, yet you do not know that I, too, evolved from one. You look down on mortals, yet you do not know that I look down on you just as much.” With that, Chen Fan threw another punch.

Beneath the shade of the trees, Mu Feibai leaned against a trunk, watching the scattered patches of light filtering through the leaves as though deep in thought.

“Boom!”

This time, the Black Flood Dragon used its enormous body to coil around a massive slab of pure bluestone and sent it wobbling through the air from a distance.

Hearing her words, Madam Liu’s despondent mood eased considerably. Mu Sixi was simply like that: whenever you were grieving, she could always find a way to divert your attention.

Fan Yanyan clenched his teeth and concentrated entirely on his body—every joint, every inch of skin—releasing all his strength into every corner of his being.

Fan Yanyan walked alone along the somewhat chilly street. He lowered his head and looked at the children’s toy in his hand, which had been broken when it was dropped. It was a rather adorable cartoon character, the sort most children would probably like. But why had Ouyang Xueqi become so furious? As he stared at the toy’s severed limbs, he seemed to see his own reflection in them.

Pei Yeling thought it might work, but when she picked up her phone, she realized that among the people she knew, the relatively idle Yun Luo was already away on a trip with Rong Shaojin. Everyone else who needed to be busy was busy.

After all, the person before her was much slimmer than he had been in her memories. At such close range, they could clearly feel each other’s breathing rise and fall.

When the ambulance was about to take Xu Lin’s father away, several hospital leaders hurried over to see Shen Chengren off.

Di Qing nodded. She comforted Di Qing and let her rest. Once she was certain that Di Qing had fallen into a deep sleep, she secretly went to the East-Rest Inn.

She remembered only that everything she had suffered was entirely because of the man standing before her. Her parents were both dead, and he was the reason why.

Liu Yuxi felt that, even though everyone clearly knew these people’s identities, Rong Zi and Rong Shaoyu did not know everything. She did not want Rong Shaoqing to form a bad impression of her at the very last moment.

After all, a human life lasted only a few decades. No matter how much money one earned, none of it could be taken along on the day one died.

When Shiyi had just told her that her father was kneeling on the ground, she had already felt uneasy. It was not until Uncle Su came rushing over and gave her a rough account of what had happened from beginning to end that Sheng Mingzhu realized she could not afford to stay away today.

Xuedai had no idea what was happening when Xiangye suddenly sliced through her seat belt, grabbed her by both shoulders, and pulled her out of the convertible.

To avoid disturbing them while they ate and celebrated the birthday, Wang Haoming deliberately drove a little more slowly. By the time they reached Four-Way Junction, it was around half past one in the afternoon.