Time flies, time is like an arrow, time is like a shuttle, like a water year... and so on.

In short, the time has passed since the beginning of the year, and the time has passed unconsciously for more than a year.

There is not much change in the life of Masahiko, or it is gambling on the gambling gambling. The only difference is that there is a small gambler.

Since Xiaogang’s hand touched the cockroach at the banquet, he was out of control. The column is also petting her. She is taking her to Zhengyan’s house to gamble all day, or is it to find someone who is worse than his gambling?

Masahiko had been avoiding them and let them go to the casino themselves. But a month ago, he took the initiative to find the column and played with them, because he felt that the vitality between the columns did not know why, and suddenly it passed a lot. It is estimated that the limit will come.

"I don't know what the constitution and the fragrant incense think..." Zheng Yan murmured, looking helplessly at the column hand-to-hand gamble.

"No wonder the gambling skill is so bad, can you still learn with the column?" Zheng Yan sighed and shook his head.

Although the column is called the **** of ninja, there is really no talent in gambling. Zheng Yan taught him for so long, and there is no improvement.

However, Masahiko really did not intend to come to teach the master in person. Even if he is strong, he will not be able to compare with the shore. If the hand wins the money, the setting of the accident will make Zheng Yan very upset.

"A Gang, my grandfather shakes you a 18 o'clock..." The loud voice between the columns came, and Zheng Yan returned to God and showed helplessness.

骰盅Open, 2 o'clock, 2 o'clock, 4 o'clock, a total of eight points...

"Ah, haha, Agang, I just said eight o'clock." The laughter and explanation between the columns came.

"Great, grandfather." Xiaogang really believes that his hands have been smashed, his face is excited, his eyes are shining, and after shaking, he squats on the table.

The hands trembled open, 6, 6, 6, and 18 points in front of the three.

The smile between the columns was a stiff, and after a while, he was excited and turned to Zheng Yan. "It seems that A Gang is very talented in gambling. Second grandfather, I can't win you. After that, A Gang can."

Zheng Yan snorted, "I want to be beautiful, between the columns, I think about what time it is, and I bet that Xiaogang is worse than you."

After taking over, Zheng Yan casually swayed and placed it on the table, not to see.

The column opened up, and the face was puzzled. "Six o'clock, six o'clock, five o'clock... Two grandfathers, do you want to shake seventeen?"

"Grandpa Grandpa, I won!" The excitement of the master hand was passed to Zheng Yan's ear, and Zheng Yan's eyes widened.

Look at you, then look at the excitement of the hand, Zheng Yan slightly silent.

"I just... I want to shake out 18 points. The level 10 skills can't go wrong," Zheng Yan sighed, his eyes reddish, looking at the column. "So, probably..."

There was doubt in the column, "What happened, Grandpa?"

"Nothing, you continue..." Masahiko responded with a silence.

Along the column and the hand continued to play, but uncharacteristically, the gambling was even worse, and the winning column was black.

Zheng Yan is getting lower and lower, Xiao Gang has always won, I am afraid...

However, after a while, the constitutional order actually came over.

Masahiko thought that he also had a bad feeling, and did not expect that the constitution was actually a crying and smiling expression.

In the first sentence, let everyone be there.

"Father, mother... seems to be pregnant."

Masahiko's face was pumping, and his mouth murmured. "The Mito, this year is forty-seven years old. You can do it in the column. No wonder the vitality suddenly passed away so many months ago..."

The column was slightly silent, and after a moment, a smile was revealed, and Xiaogang’s hand was held in his arms. “Is the Mito pregnant? It’s really hard for her... I’m a grandfather, peace, I’m afraid I can’t see it, you and the constitution. I, Agang, let me see the day when peace comes." He said, lying slowly in the chair.

"Grandfather, why can't you see the day of peace?" The little hand in the arms of the column looked back and wondered.

"Father, you..." The constitution had to talk again. Zheng Yan patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and went out.

"Let me come to see peace for you? It seems... my transformation can only be awkward to those unfamiliar people. They are estimated to have been discovered before the column."

"However, peace, you will see the day with your own eyes!"

Masahiko sighed and walked to the Huo Ying Building, which had not been visited for more than a year.

I walked into the Huo Ying Office, and I was still changing the documents in the same day. When I saw the arrival of Masahiko, I looked up and saw the expression of Zheng Yanyan, a slight glimpse.

Silence for a moment, then bowed his head and then handled the official duties.

Masahiko did not bother, and looked for a chair to sit down, and looked at it.

After half an hour, I finished the review of all the documents and finally looked up again and looked at Zheng Yan. "Two grandfathers, I really don't want to see you at this time..."

"Yi Ze!" shouted Zheng Yan's familiar dark part appeared in front of them.

"Commanded to prepare for the funeral of the first generation of Naruto."

The dark part glimpsed, "Yes, Huo Ying Da!"

When the dark part left, Zheng Yan sighed. "Let's go, let's go and look at the column."

The two returned to the whirlpool station, where a group of people had been surrounded.

The constitutional and the fragrant scent pull the still-small little hand, the thousand-handed elders who are already retiring, and the newly-born otters...

Many people have been rushed over, especially the group of elders and patriarchs who have retired in the six years of Muye. Some of them have already needed others to walk, but they still insisted on coming here.

As the older generation who spent most of their lives in the Warring States, they are the most admired people in the column.

I have been obsessed with the age of more than 60 years, and I have nostalgic color, muttering to myself, "You have a great son in Buddhism..." The four strong men of that year only left him still In the world, he is a winner. But compared to the offspring, the difference is far...

Noting the arrival of Masahiko and Shibuya, these people took the initiative to let a road open and let them go to the forefront. Zheng Yan looked at the closed eyes, and there was a smile between the pillars in the corner of his mouth. He looked at the sorrowful peasant and shook his head.

"For the second child, you are also fighting, between the columns."

"So, see you fifty years later..."

After an hour, the villagers of the entire Muye Village all got the news: at the end of the 12th year of the wooden leaves, the great **** of the ninja, the terminator of the Warring States, and the first generation of the shadow of the hand, with a smile, died at the age of 49.