Every live broadcast will be beaten to death[Comprehensive]

The porch was pitch black, without a single sound, and there was a faint sense of ominousness.

Without taking off his shoes, the anchor rushed directly to the stairs leading to the second floor. After climbing up, he planned to kick the door again, but unexpectedly, when the wind blew, the door that was originally hidden squeaked. It opened slowly.

He froze for a moment, and ran in quickly.

There was still no light in the room.But a little afterglow of the setting sun lurked in from the half-closed window, casting a little halo on the tight quilt.Gaara wrapped herself in the quilt and huddled in the corner of the small bed, the little ball seemed to be trembling.

At this time, he was not in a hurry, the anchor walked over slowly, sat by Gaara's bed, stared at the ball for a while——suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and lifted it violently.

A little red-haired man hugging his knees with both hands was exposed, weeping.

Xiao Hongmao seemed to be startled by his sudden move, and didn't even have time to wipe his nose.The anchor looked at his wrinkled face again, couldn't bear to look directly at him, and offered his sleeve to wipe his face.After wiping his face, the anchor directly asked: "Is that something disobedient?"

Gaara lowered her eyes, still choked with sobs, staring at her sandy feet without saying a word.

The anchor wanted to touch his head, but just as he stretched out his hand, he retracted it.

Namikaze Minato reminded him: "There are people outside the house."

"Then listen to me." The anchor finally calmed down, and said a lot of words very quickly: "I probably guessed it, your dear father doesn't want you, so insists that you have a father to die , I must not like me who led you astray, maybe someone will kill me tomorrow, or simply let you kill me with your own hands..."

"But I don't want to die."

He couldn't help smiling, although no one saw it.

don't...want...to die...

Gaara's heart suddenly filled with panic that he had never felt before.Just like when he saw Yashamaru poured in front of him that day, he looked at the blood that was constantly spreading.

No, there is something different.

He still didn't understand what the pain and fear at this moment meant.Yashamaru was kind to him, Yashamaru died, and told him everything was a lie to him.Aning is also kind to him, he doesn't want him to die.

However, Aning who was kind to him just looked at him like this, and a cold voice reached his ears:

"Then, I have to kill you first... Wow Kaka."

…………

silent.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah—"

A terrible force erupted from the child, painful and desperate.

Gaara thought to himself, Ah Ning didn't want to die, he was right.

But—he wanted to kill him again.

So contradictory.

So painful.

In a trance, the sand full of killing intent was already wrapped around him, and condensed together again, rushing forward helplessly.

Then there was a squeak, and something sharp pierced through the flesh.

Tick, tick.

Gaara stared blankly at the blood that fell to the floor, drop by drop, forming a small pool of blood.

His heart twisted suddenly.

Sand has already helped him make a choice...

"Ah... got it."

A familiar voice trembling with pain.Gaara seemed to wake up suddenly, raised his head, and saw Aning's hands grasping the sand pillar passing through his abdomen, tightly.He was still walking forward step by step, the sand pillar moved little by little, leaving a long bloodstain on it.

"My acting skills are really good. Doesn't the ending sound at the end look like a villain?" The host was quite pleased.An invisible person answered him with a complicated mood.

With the movement of the hands, the golden light, which was so pale that it was almost invisible, flowed into the sand column along the scar on the back of the hand, invaded little by little, and grabbed the tail of the proud tailed beast.

A tail in Gaara's body suddenly let out a horrified howl.

The feeling of the body being pierced is of course very painful, as if something extremely rough is constantly grinding, and hot blood drips down all at once.The anchor's expression didn't change, he just walked up to the little red hair who was sitting by the bed as usual, the sand quickly spread out as if avoiding it, so that the outstretched hand smoothly pressed Gaara's stomach.

Zero-distance contact makes it easier for cheaters to clean up disobedient ones.

The anchor said softly with a voice as warm as spring breeze: "It's you, huh?" The voice changed: "Will you listen to Gaara's words in the future!"

Kazuo who was beaten violently by an unknown object but couldn't escape because of the seal: "Listen! Listen! Oh my god——"

"Let Gaara sleep well!"

"Ouch! Ouch - let! Let! What are you? Don't hit me! Ow!"

It's cool to have a plug-in!The sand fled and disappeared quickly, the anchor shook, covered the big hole in his stomach, struggled not to fall, but fell on Gaara's small bed, and put one hand on Xiao Hongmao's shoulder.

Little Red Hair seemed to be dumbfounded, she turned her head stiffly, staring blankly at the cold sweat on his head, her eyes seemed to be about to close.He burst into tears, and the snot and tears he had just wiped off flowed together.

Not long ago, the unstoppable darkness reappeared, but it was even more uncomfortable.

"Don't cry, it doesn't look good in the first place, and you cry so ugly..." The anchor's voice became softer, but he insisted on continuing: "This must be the longest last word I've ever said, you listen first... ...Don't listen to your father's nonsense, I don't know how to talk, at most...I want you to study hard and improve every day, so that one day you can defeat him, who cares how you play..."

They also mentioned the park contracted by them, as well as the eggs on the tree in the park.It wasn't until Namikaze Minato couldn't get his life back no matter how hard he tried, that he said, "I'll be buried in that sandpit right away, don't delay, okay?"

Gaara lowered her head, her shoulders kept shaking.

"Hey, how about it, let me tell you quietly, I will come back." He rested his chin on the little red hair's head, pretending to be relaxed. "Well... forget that I was brought by the sand? After you bury me, come and see me in a few days, and you will find that I didn't lie to you, the body has disappeared..."

"Really?"

"Ah."

He felt that he had become light and light, and he couldn't feel pain. He only felt that he was ushering in the familiar death again.

Finally, the anchor said: "You are not allowed to peek at my face under the mask." After coughing a few times, blood rushed to his mouth and kept oozing out, "Otherwise...you won't be able to come back."

Gaara sobbed and promised him.

The anchor wanted to raise his hand, and finally touched Xiao Hongmao's head, but this time he really couldn't lift it up.So he barely raised the corners of his lips, and the last thing he saw when he slowly closed his eyes was that Minakame Minato, who had been standing by and watching them, put his handle on his head and patted it lightly.

What, I'm not a child.

He thought amusedly, and finally fell completely silent.

After a long time, heart-piercing cries suddenly came from the small house.

Little Red Mao hugged a corpse that was much taller than him, with her mouth pouted, looking lonely in the dim light.

Gaara is alone again.

However, there is hope in despair.

As long as he becomes stronger... Sand will bring Ah Ning back.

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When I woke up, I was in a dense forest.

The anchor blinked, touched his belly for the first time, and was relieved to find that the hole had disappeared, so he wanted to jump up like a carp.However, as soon as he stretched his legs, a sore feeling came over him.

The streamer who never had a debuff after resurrection: "Hey!"

He lay on the grass and thought for a while, but unfortunately he didn't come up with anything, so he threw away his confusion and lay down on the ground with peace of mind, feeling the fragrance of the soft grass in the soil.

After a while, a golden retriever with an upside-down face appeared only in the blue sky's field of vision.Namikaze Minato raised his hand and greeted him with a smile: "Yo, how are you?"

The anchor replied truthfully: "No, my legs are weak, I can't get up, I'm hungry."

Namikaze Minato squatted down, looked at his whole body with his head tilted, and clicked his tongue in amazement: "It's amazing, there is no injury at all... By the way, it may be that I used too much strength, which caused you to have sequelae. I'm sorry, Aning."

"It's okay, there must be a price for using cheats, and I guessed it a long time ago." The anchor is not used to looking at people backwards, so he stretched his arms carelessly, not polite at all: "Hurry up, carry me on your back, find me The burden of food and water is on you."

Namikaze Minato cheerfully picked him up.Just as the anchor was about to say run faster, there was a flower in front of him, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The plug-in gentleman is really good.

With his back on his back, he stepped on the tree trunk and ran around.

It didn't take long to find a small lake, and the anchor jumped into the lake without taking off his clothes, feeling the joy of taking a bath that he hadn't seen for a long time-wasting water in Shayin Village will be beaten to death!

When he finally climbed up wet, the industrious Mr. Wang had already set up firewood and started grilling fish.While drooling at the fish, the anchor remembered something, and said to the king, "When did you wake up?"

"A while earlier than you." Namikaze Minato sat opposite him, staring at the sparks jumping on the firewood, "However, you seem to have been in the sun for a long time before I woke up, and my body can already become a solid body for a while .”

"Really?" The anchor was shocked, picked up the small wooden stick on the ground and poked Mr. Wang's feet, hey!Sure enough, I got it.He also said happily: "That's a good thing."

"Ha, that's right."

The anchor continued to warm himself by the fire.After calming down, he remembered the little red hair who didn't know where he was now, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "Oh! I don't know how my little love Luo is doing. Are you optimistic, cheerful and positive?"

"Oh! I miss him so much."

"Oh! I'm so bored without him."

"Oh! God, just throw a kid for me to play with!"

Namikaze Minato: "So you just wanted to find a child to play with."

Seeing that he was about to open his mouth to educate again, the anchor wanted to explain that this was a normal hobby for him.Unexpectedly, before they could open their mouths, the two people with good ears heard some movement in the bushes by the lake.

Namikaze Minato immediately stood in front of the anchor.

However, there was another commotion in the bushes, and suddenly, a person fell down.

Host: "... Really leave someone behind for me to play with?"

Namikaze Minato: "..."

They all looked at that—well, young man?

The mask he was wearing fell to the side, revealing the visor beneath it.

"...A fellow." The anchor, who is also a faceless party, couldn't help clapping his hands, "But why does he have to cover it twice, isn't he afraid of getting prickly heat?"

Namikaze Minato glanced at the masked man, then looked back at him.

Announcer: "What are you doing?"

"Cough." Namikaze Minato's expression was quite strange, he paused, he coughed lightly, and said to the host: "Well, I know that person, and I have introduced you to him..."

"What?"

Walking to the unconscious masked youth, Namikaze Minato lifted him up and sighed, "Ah Ning, he is my disciple, Hatake Kakashi."