The strongest support for the fourth generation

Zhenyong, who holds his little daughter in his arms, is still the man who stands at the pinnacle of the ninja world... For him, many powers that are simply incomprehensible to ordinary people have become his instincts - the simplest, which can probably be regarded as the way to view the world.

angle.

Different from ordinary people, in Zhenyong's world, human beings are more like the embodiment of some kind of life energy... Although in terms of results, the shape he sees and perceives is no different from that of normal people, but the way is completely different.

——Although illusions that can completely control the five senses like the photogenic flower Suigetsu will not work wonders, but if it is just an ordinary person... no matter how exquisite the transformation technique is, it cannot escape the eyes of the true brave.

"Ha~"

He chuckled lightly, and the little princess in his arms looked at his father curiously.

Although Orochimaru's facial writing skills are indeed very good, and his body seems to have undergone some kind of special transformation... probably because of soft transformation.

But this disguise is meaningless in Zhenyong's perception... Orochimaru is Orochimaru. No matter how his appearance changes, in Zhenyong's eyes, he is still the same Uncle Snake.

"Nothing~"

He squinted his eyes and smiled, and then touched little Qianxia lovingly. For his little princess, Zhenyong has always been used to shield her from all wind and rain - Qianxia's talent is undoubted, and relying on her own strength step by step

How could Zhenyong here not know that frustration and suffering are the best motivations for children to grow, but as a father, as a father who loves his daughter almost to the point of going crazy, how can he overcome the contradiction in his heart...

Turning around, Zhenyong did not put down the little Qianxia in his arms, but walked indifferently towards Uncle Snake.

Before he could speak, the corner of his mouth had already raised a hint of teasing.

Although he had already discovered it through his senses, when the little girl with the same pink and jade ornaments appeared in Uncle Snake's arms, Zhenyong was still three-fold surprised and seven-fold happy.

Is this Uncle Snake’s daughter?

After all, the expression of tight-knit face, but showing the slightest concern cannot be faked - if it was just an experiment, Orochimaru would definitely not be able to hold her in his arms so lovingly.

Such a number one character does not appear in the original work. Although now, Zhenyong rarely thinks about matters related to the original work, but at least it is certain that the appearance of this little girl is also a product of the butterfly effect.

"Your daughter?"

For some reason, it was obviously meant to be a joke, but at the moment he spoke, Zhenyong suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart... The trembling and despair from the depths of his soul spread to his heart from another, more fragile soul, and then it seemed as if

The sledgehammer pounding in his heart made him breathless for a moment...

Starting from his arms, there was a terrible stiffness, as if what he just said was completely wrong.

Orochimaru didn't spray venom as he used to...he didn't even give a simple reply.

… There were some complex emotions in his eyes, like blame, but also like speechlessness…

And in his arms, the little girl's originally tearful eyes became even more blurry, her young body was trembling, her expression and emotions were all killed at the same time, she was crying numbly, and she was numbly sad...

The illusion was shattered. Ziyuan could no longer imagine herself lying peacefully in his arms. That smile and the tone that sounded like a joke made the little girl fall into the ice cave in an instant...

She stubbornly turned her head away, and then just leaned against Orochimaru's chest - she wanted to go back, she never wanted to, and she would never come back here again.

Father and daughter are connected... How could Zhen Yong be really unaware of the entanglement in their blood?

"She...she is..."

The stiffness spread through her arms to Qianxia in her arms. The little girl opened her big eyes and looked curiously at everything in front of her... No matter how precocious she was, the child was still just a child when she approached. The little princess still didn't understand why.

Zhenyong, who has always been calm and calm, would be so rude. Similarly, she is only a little girl, but she has some kind of natural kindness towards the little girl in front of her who looks inexplicably sad...

The little princess stretched out her hand. She seemed to want to touch the other person's cheek, pat her back, and wipe away her tears...

However, Orochimaru took a step back and dodged silently.

One is the princess of Konoha...the other is a miko who has nothing.

Maybe God destined them to be the closest people... But any slightest touch will hurt Ziyuan's already riddled heart...

So Orochimaru refused... now is not a good time to confess everything.

Xiao Ziyuan has been pushed too hard today. If it continues like this...it won't be a good thing for anyone.

——Logically speaking, Orochimaru did not blame Zhenyu, but how could humans be such simple animals... Because of personal feelings and his preference for Xiao Shion, Orochimaru retreated.

Turn around and leave.

…

"wait…"

Zhenyong wanted to reach out to hold him back, but the weight in his arms still pressed his arm down... Xiao Qianxia's weight became a little heavier for the first time, as if an invisible barrier cut off the road between the two...

"Really brave?"

The little princess shook her father's arm in confusion, looking as charming and cute as ever...

"Qianxia... let's go back first..."

Lowering his eyelids, Zhenyong forced himself to calm down...at least not to scare his beloved daughter.

…

"I'm a little tired."