War and politics are actually such simple things. This is the most primitive behavior of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. If you can gain benefits, then it is naturally worth fighting, but if you will suffer more losses, then you naturally have to stop fighting. Everything is actually so simple and primitive.
Hearing Sasori's words, Nangong Zhe also cupped his hands towards Sasori, Deidara and the numerous ninjas standing behind them, and said with a smile, "Sorry to trouble you.
We still have a lot of things to deal with in our Blood-Robed Pavilion. Please help yourselves. "
Nangong Zhe didn't feel anything wrong with Sasori's behavior of pushing all the blame on Rui Jin. Anyway, he was already a dead person, even if he put all the blame on Rui Jin, there was no way for Rui Jin to come back from the dead and accuse Sasori of being shameless.
And throwing all the blame on Rui Jin's head was obviously the best solution in this deadlock. Both sides had a way to step down, so why not?
"Sorry to disturb you!"
Sasori turned around and walked towards the periphery of the forest. Seeing Sasori's action, Deidara and other Akatsuki members could only follow Sasori's footsteps and leave the Blood-Robed Pavilion.
The beginning of this battle was extremely fierce, but the ending became so dull, which really made everyone feel a little disappointed and depressed in their heart.
When the last Akatsuki ninja disappeared from the sight of the Blood-Robed Pavilion's disciples, the Blood-Robed Pavilion's disciples finally put down a huge stone in their heart. Their lives were finally saved, and the Blood-Robed Pavilion was finally saved!
"Long live the head!"
Don't know who was the first one to start, but the voice was very loud. The Blood-Robed Pavilion's disciples also seemed to have woken up. If it wasn't for their head appearing at the last moment, turning the situation around and even killing Rui Jin, a Blood-Robed Pavilion's traitor, then presumably their lives would have already been lost.
"Long live the head!"
"Long live the head!"
"Long live the head!"
The shouts became louder and louder. It was as if a trickle of water had unknowingly converged into a huge ocean. The surging waves startled the birds in the forest and filled the hearts of the Blood Cloak Pavilion disciples with boiling hot blood. A feeling of pride had unconsciously filled the heart of every disciple of Blood-robed Pavilion. This was their leader. Even in the face of such a huge force like Akatsuki organization, he would still spare no effort to preserve the life of every disciple of Blood-robed Pavilion. Wouldn't such a Head Seat be in line with everyone's wishes?
Hearing the shouts of the disciples around him, Qing Mu couldn't help but glance at Nangong Zhe and Bi Shui. Qing Mu knew that Nangong Zhe must have been at the headquarters of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion for a long time, but he just watched as countless disciples of the Blood-Cloak Pavilion died because of this war. But Qing Mu couldn't blame Nangong Zhe, because Nangong Zhe had indeed saved most of the disciples of Blood-robed Pavilion. How many years had it been since Qing Mu had seen the disciples of Blood-robed Pavilion so united and united to support one person like this? The Blood-robed Pavilion, which used to fight for its own sake, had disappeared. Only under the leadership of Nangong Zhe could Blood-robed Pavilion continue to exist.
Qing Mu fiercely inserted the Dragon Head Wooden Staff in his hand into the ground. Then, his skinny hand slid down along the Dragon Head Wooden Staff. Qing Mu's body also slid down along with his hand. Qing Mu half-knelt in front of Nangong Zhe with one knee on the ground.
"Greetings to the head. Thank you for saving Blood-robed Pavilion. Long live … Long live the head! "
Seeing that Qing Mu had already knelt down, Hou Tu could only kneel down and say to Nangong Zhe:
"Long live the head!"
Bi Shui had a smile on her face. Everything was a foregone conclusion. In the future, Blood-robed Pavilion would no longer be the Blood-robed Pavilion of the Five Elements Altar Lord, but Nangong Zhe's Blood-robed Pavilion. Her three years of planning and Nangong Zhe's three years of forbearance obviously had enough effect. With a smile, Bi Shui also half-knelt on the ground and said to Nangong Zhe:
"Long live the head!"
When the disciples of Blood-robed Pavilion saw several Altar Lords kneeling down, they naturally also knelt in front of Nangong Zhe.
Looking at the appearance of the people in front of him, Nangong Zhe knew that Blood-robed Pavilion had really become a force in his hands from now on. He finally had his own territory in the Ninja World, and he had his own forces. Whether it was himself, his sister, Mashiro, or Little Linger, they finally had a little bit of their own paradise.
Nangong Zhe pressed his hand in the void, apparently hoping that the disciples of Blood-robed Pavilion would be quiet. He had something to say.
"I, Nangong Zhe, have always felt that I am actually a very ordinary person. I can be happy, angry, happy, and sad. I am no different from you! You said that I saved Blood-robed Pavilion and pulled it back from the edge of life and death, but I don't think so.
It was everyone who shed their blood for Blood-robed Pavilion that saved Blood-robed Pavilion. It was each and every one of you who were not afraid of sacrificing your lives to fight the enemy and save Blood-robed Pavilion. Qing Mu. Hou Tu, Akane, and Bi Shui all have strong feelings for Blood-robed Pavilion, so they were willing to put themselves in danger to save Blood-robed Pavilion.
I am just an ordinary person. I can defeat ten people, a hundred people, or even a thousand people, but there will always be a time when my strength will be exhausted. I alone have no way to guard Blood-robed Pavilion and prevent Blood-robed Pavilion from suffering any danger from now on. Only all of you present and countless disciples of Blood-robed Pavilion scattered in the Ninja World can really save Blood-robed Pavilion.
We are all the most ordinary people in the world, but when we are together, no one will dare to underestimate us! Because we are Blood-robed Pavilion! I am the head of Blood-robed Pavilion. From now on, no matter who wants to attack Blood-robed Pavilion, I will be the one standing at the forefront. This is my promise to all of you, to all of you who have shed your blood for Blood-robed Pavilion! "
Nangong Zhe's words turned into a roar. When Nangong Zhe raised the Heaven's Disaster Sword in his hand, countless disciples of Blood-robed Pavilion had also stood up.
"I don't need you to kneel down. Blood-robed Pavilion will never surrender to anyone. You are my brothers and sisters. Why do you need a reason to fight for your loved ones? "
The disciples of Blood-robed Pavilion were excited at this moment. They shouted loudly to the sky:
"The head is right! We all exist to protect our home! "
"Long live Blood-robed Pavilion!"
"Long live the head!"
"Long live Blood-robed Pavilion!"
"Long live the head!"
"Long live Blood-robed Pavilion!"
"Long live the head!"
"Long live Blood-robed Pavilion!"
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