"I didn't expect you to appear here, Akatsuki's traitor!" Nagato looked forward with anger.

Above, a scarlet, wet, sticky and extremely long tongue swung suddenly, pulling Jirai Ye to his side, and then returned to his mouth as usual.

The owner of the tongue was half hidden in the shadow, his body was perpendicular to the wall, and his hands were wrapped around his chest. At this time, he reached out and yawned, which was quite lazy and just woke up.

In this dim environment, his black hair was like a waterfall, naturally hanging down. On the evil face under his hair, his eyes were narrow and bright, and his dark golden vertical pupils always shone with a ray of cold light.

Not far away, chakra emerged from Jiraiya's feet, absorbing the wall and stably stubborn figure, and gasping heavily in his mouth. He looked at the visitor inadvertently, and both of him and the immortal Shenzuo on his shoulder showed a look of surprise and unbelievable expression.

"Why are you?"

He was ready to resist the black iron spear that broke through the air just now, but he didn't expect to be rescued at a critical moment, and even more unexpectedly he would be rescued by this person.

"Hmph," the man half hidden in the shadow raised his mouth and said with a little hoarse voice: "I just happened to pass by, and I just happened to want to deal with Nagato alone."

Jiraiya was stunned for a moment and looked at the other party's unusually fair face for a moment. His firm face didn't know what expression he should show, surprise? Shocked? In short, it was strange, so it was very stiff. After a while, Jiraiya touched his chin and said, "I never thought it would be you who would save me..."

The feminine man said, "In fact, I want you to die in my hands more than someone else kills you, and be with that old man Konoha."

“Hahahaha…”

Jiraiya turned around, the stiffness on her face broke, and she suddenly burst into laughter.

The deep-leaved immortal on his shoulder is closest to Jiraiya and knows Jiraiya the best. For some reason, he found that Jiraiya was laughing very happily at this moment.

It was like countless big rocks that had been pressing down on my heart, one of which suddenly broke itself, so comfortable and suddenly.

"Anyway, Orochimaru, I have recorded your help."

The dark golden vertical pupil glanced at Jiraiya, and Orochimaru frowned, "In a person's life, no, even in eternal life, it is difficult to meet a guy like you who is always innocent. He almost died in the hands of his disciples. What's so funny?"

Jiraiya still laughed, "Disciple's affairs are just one thing. The reason why I am happy is not because of my disciple."

"boring!"

Orochimaru even half-closed his eyes. Jirai was very familiar to him at this moment, perhaps he had always been very familiar, as if he was back when he was studying with Mr. Sarutobi, as if he was back when he was a teenager, as if he was fighting side by side as a companion, as if he was back when he was both Konoha Sannin.

As time goes by, he has obtained eternal life from the long river of time, but the idiot next to him is already covered in white hair and has entered old age.

Orochimaru didn't know what the sudden feeling in his heart was. He only knew that he turned his face without hesitation, gritting his teeth, and his expression was so cold that it was airtight.

He has gained eternity and should not have any human emotions. He is the White Snake...

"You guy, have changed a lot." Jiraiya half-squatted on the wall, calming down, and looking at the ground below.

The ground was broken and a large hole was broken in the exterior wall, and a Rashomon blocked the distance between Jiraiya and Nagato.

However, now, Rashomon, who looks ferocious and claims to be the strongest defense, has broken a big hole in the middle. It is conceivable how powerful the last black iron spear of Nagato was.

The five Payne, now completely collapsed on the ground, scattered around, the dust rising slowly settled, and Rashomon also turned into a white mist and dissipated from the spot.

"People will become. If not, it only means that he will die if he has time." Orochimaru suddenly remembered that when he fought against Shizuki before, he almost died that time.

So, when did he start to change?

In the past, he just wanted to make a gust of wind to push the entire windmill and then know everything, but now he seems to have changed a goal, a goal that is not clear yet.

The dark golden vertical pupils stared at Nagato and Payne below, and Orochimaru said again: "Jiraiya, I'm really jealous of you."

"What are you jealous?"

"Each of the disciples you have taken is Yicai and has extraordinary talent. Nagato, Konan, Yahiko, Mizuno, and the Nine-tailed boy now..."

Jiraiya scratched his head. In this way, his life did not seem to be a complete failure. At least he has made great achievements in recruiting disciples.

"It's a pity that I didn't see the details of these three little ghosts clearly in the Kingdom of Rain, otherwise..." Orochimaru's vertical pupils shone faintly, and the fierce light of regret was shining. If he had discovered Nagato's Rinpoche at that time, why would he have coveted Itachi's Sharingan and Sasuke's body?

It was not until after joining Akatsuki that Orochimaru was surprised to find that Akatsuki's leader was actually Jiraiya's disciple. At that moment, his heart was very angry. Later, there were also reasons for Nagato and others because of Uchiha Itachi. Of course, more importantly, it was his own reasons.

"If your disciples also have the idea of ​​killing you, you will not be jealous."

"Hmph, I'm different from you. I'll kill him before he wants to kill me, not to mention that I can't kill him."

On this point, Orochimaru was extremely confident that the person who could completely kill him would be destroyed unless he had destroyed the entire ninja world in an instant. In the past, there was no one, but now it seemed to be there, which is also one of the reasons for Orochimaru's changes.

A strong wind brought a graceful woman into the entrance. Seeing the situation inside, Konan was shocked. The angel wings behind him fluttered and closed, and quickly landed beside Nagato.

"Nakamon, are you okay?"

"Cough..." After swallowing a mouthful of blood, Nagato's eyes were cold, "It's okay!"

Xiao Nan breathed a sigh of relief, and his beautiful orange eyes swept through the space. Penn's six paths except the Heavenly Paths Penn had lost their combat power. Unexpectedly, they were defeated so quickly this time.

His eyes moved from the ground to the top. After seeing Orochimaru, Konan's beautiful face also burst into anger, "Orochimaru..."

Orochimaru's mouth raised and he said to himself: "Sir Angel, don't look at me like this. If it weren't for me, your teacher would have died at Nagato's hands."

Xiaonan didn't say anything, but his eyes moved to Jiraiya, and his orange eyes were flickering. I don't know if it was a blessing or a loss, but it was extremely complicated.

Penn Tiandao also landed lightly on the other side of Nagato. The former Nagato group gathered together, and Jiraiya and Orochimaru above reflected the shadows of the three people in their eyes, which made them look dazed.

Is it a joy or a pain to grow up?

Jiraiya can understand that growth is an irresistible thing and a painful thing. He will forcefully pull young, innocent and happy people into the hell of loss, sorrow, and pain.
Chapter completed!