In the Blood Cloth Pavilion, Nangong Zhe was sitting at the dining table with his family Mashiro, Nangong Rou, and Little Linger. Ever since Nangong Zhe mobilized all the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion, the Blood Cloth Pavilion has been in a tense state of war preparation.
However, because the situation hasn't reached the moment that Nangong Zhe expected, although the Blood Cloth Pavilion was preparing their troops, they still didn't carry out any large-scale operations. So these days, Nangong Zhe has been staying in the Blood Cloth Pavilion, receiving information from all sides. Nangong Zhe has been analyzing the situation of the Ninja World.
And now is one of the few times that Nangong Zhe can put down the various complicated affairs in his hands and eat with his family. These days, Nangong Zhe really didn't have time to cook for his family, so this meal was actually made by Mashiro, Nangong Rou, and Little Linger after taking time off from the complicated work in the Sharp Gold Altar.
Although there are logistical personnel in the Blood Cloth Pavilion who can prepare meals for Nangong Zhe, out of Nangong Zhe's habit of eating, Mashiro still took time off from his complicated affairs to cook for Nangong Zhe.
This meal actually just started not long ago. The rice bowl in front of Nangong Zhe was just taken a few bites by Nangong Zhe, and the grilled blue and white fish on the plate was only touched by Nangong Zhe a few times. But suddenly, a burst of urgent knocking echoed directly in Nangong Zhe's house. Nangong Zhe's brows instinctively frowned slightly. After all, eating time is one of the few times that he can put down all the burdens and share this time with his family.
But now, even his last moment of relaxation was about to be taken away from him?
Seeing Nangong Zhe's displeasure, Mashiro naturally reacted immediately. Putting down the rice bowl in his hand, Mashiro slowly walked to Nangong Zhe's side and put his hand on Nangong Zhe's shoulder:
"Don't be like this, Miyagi. You are not only yourself now, you are also not only the family of the three of us. You are also the leader of the Blood Cloth Pavilion, the common leader of the entire Ninja World. Before, you could be willful and do whatever you want, but now you have a lot of responsibilities on your shoulders, this is not a bad thing. "
Mashiro returned returned to the Blood Cloth Pavilion together with Nangong Zhe. as the temporary Altar Master of the Sharp Gold Altar, Mashiro also had a deeper understanding understanding of the Blood Cloth Pavilion's affairs. as Perhaps compared to Nangong Zhe, Mashiro understood how important Nangong Zhe was to the Blood Cloth Pavilion.
The current Nangong Zhe could almost be said to have become the spiritual sustenance of the entire Blood Cloth Pavilion. As long as it was Nangong Zhe's order, the disciples of the Blood Cloth Pavilion would sacrifice their lives for Nangong Zhe's order without any complaints.
Hearing Mashiro's words, Nangong Zhe raised his head and looked at Little Linger and Nangong Rou sitting opposite him, then looked at Mashiro standing beside him. In their eyes, although there was some hidden reluctance, it was more a kind of support for him. Although they enjoyed the fact that Nangong Zhe could devote all his time to them, they were also unwilling to let Nangong Zhe lose himself because of them.
Nangong Zhe wasn't just a gentle man who took care of his family. At the same time, Nangong Zhe was also the leader of an organization, a peerless powerhouse standing in the Ninja World. The sword of a powerhouse can be collected, but the sword of a powerhouse must never be covered in dust. Mashiro, Nangong Rou, and Little Linger all didn't want to become the dust attached to Nangong Zhe's sword. Instead, they hoped that the three of them could become the scabbard of Nangong Zhe's sharp sword, giving Nangong Zhe a place to rest.
Nodding his head to the three girls, Nangong Zhe's eyes also became firm. In fact, Nangong Zhe understood what Mashiro said just now, but maybe it was because of the strong pressure during this time, or maybe it was because he owed the three girls in his heart, Nangong Zhe really didn't want to give up such an ordinary thing like sitting quietly with his family.
But now that he saw the support of the three girls, Nangong Zhe slightly understood their thoughts.
They didn't want to be a burden to him. What they wanted more was to be his support behind him.
When Nan Gongzhe understood the feelings of the three girls, he also secretly made up his mind that he would not let down his family's efforts.
"Then … I'm leaving!"
Nangong Zhe slowly stood up with the Heaven's Calamity Sword in his hand. The anger between his eyebrows just now had completely disappeared at this moment. At this moment, Nangong Zhe was once again the heroic and peerless expert in the hearts of the Blood Cloth Pavilion disciples, who pointed out the direction for everyone.
Nangong Zhe walked to the door of his small building and slowly pushed it open. He directly lifted his feet and stepped out of the door. The person standing at the door of Nangong Zhe's small building was none other than Bi Shui, the Altar Master of Bi Shui, who was in charge of the intelligence gathering and assassination work.
Bi Shui could be said to be the one who understood Nangong Zhe's character the best among the original Altar Masters of the Blood Cloth Pavilion. However, this time the intelligence was really urgent. The moment he saw the intelligence, Bi Shui knew that he had to hand it over to Nangong Zhe as soon as possible so that Nangong Zhe could make a decision.
Now was the time that Nangong Zhe cherished the most and had a meal with his family. If other people came, Bi Shui really couldn't guarantee that Nangong Zhe wouldn't explode with all the pressure he had been under during this period of time. Exploding was a small matter. However, if Nangong Zhe took out his anger on the disciple who delivered the intelligence for him, or even punished him.
Such behavior would undoubtedly destroy Nangong Zhe's image in the Blood Cloth Pavilion. This was something that Bi Shui absolutely couldn't allow. Therefore, Bi Shui came. Even if he might have to bear the wrath of Nangong Zhe, Bi Shui had no complaints or regrets.
The moment Nangong Zhe saw Bi Shui, he was slightly surprised. After all, during this period of time, every Altar Master of the Blood Cloth Pavilion was in a state of high tension. The work that needed to be dealt with every day was also piled up like a mountain. Bi Shui's sudden appearance here was just to pass him a piece of information. Naturally, Nan Gongzhe was unable to react to such a thing.
However, Nangong Zhe wasn't a fool. After thinking about it, he understood the reason why Bi Shui did this.
With a slight smile on his face, Nangong Zhe looked at Bi Shui, who was standing opposite him.
There were too many people who silently supported him. Even if it wasn't for himself, Nangong Zhe would never allow himself to fail!
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