Every live broadcast will be beaten to death[Comprehensive]

The anchor discovered something was wrong because of an accident.

At first it was just that the journey was boring, but Senshou Bashirama ran over on a whim and insisted on walking with her. There was no danger along the way, and the little girl Senshou Mai was very leisurely, bouncing into the carriage, ready to find "" "Princess" was playing, but just as she got in, "Princess" and three identical male gods looked at her almost at the same time - they were gathered around the square table, holding some small things in their hands.

[Good job, the two are missing and the second can just make up one, and playing with the shadow clone is boring, quickly get rid of one! 】

The anchor gestured to Zhu Jian with blinking eyes.

Senshou Zhujian understood, and kindly greeted the little girl of the same clan to come and sit, made room for her, and taught her how to play mahjong.He is not only a master of ninjas, but also has profound knowledge in gambling. It was so fun to play cards with his friends when he was a child, which led to his skills in cutting mahjong tiles on the spot.

Senju Mai was dumbfounded. At first, she was happy and silly because she could get in close contact with the male god, but later she was shocked by the male god's real painting style.She has never talked to the male god, let alone met him. In her eyes, the patriarch Senju Hashirama is an existence that can only be looked up to. Such a man can only live in imagination, leaving only a pale " Strong", "Don't dare to approach" and other labels.However, when they were actually sitting at the same table, Senju Mai suddenly discovered... who is this guy who is giggling hahaha!

How could Master Hashirama play cards with a shadow clone!

How could Hashirama-sama play his cards right and then flash his eyes and flick his head!

How could Mr. Hashirama...

"Ah! Even Master Hashirama won't allow cheating!"

The over-excited girl in real clothes had excellent eyesight, and her head became hot for a while, angrily beating the thief's paw that was trying to change the card of the male god.

Senju Hashirama holding his paw: "Oops, it was discovered! qaq"

Senju Mai: "..."

She can no longer happily fall in love with this male god with a resentful face, this terrible world!

Seeing the girl's heartbroken Senshou Mai, the anchor shook his head, and kicked the dazed Hashirama out of the car.Senju Mai hugged the anchor's calf under the skirt and cried for a while, but still accepted the cruel fact that Mrs. Hashirama is a funny man, and said that from now on, she must have only the princess as her only true friend in her heart.

Anchor: ...Although it is very touching, you should forget it.

No date, really no date.

No one plays mahjong anymore, and the anchor is boring.At first, he thought that he would stay in this small place for another day, but the girl with legs crossed suddenly had an idea and asked him cheerfully, could he draw a portrait for the princess?

"Mai usually likes to draw when she's bored at home, it shouldn't be too ugly, right?"

"Hee hee, my lord princess, don't tell me about this. You actually brought painting tools with you when you went on a mission. Everyone will scold me if they find out."

The little girl kneeling opposite had a reddish face, as if she was embarrassed, but her big black eyes were full of hope.Seeing her expectant look, the host still didn't refuse, although he thought it was weird that a big man would wear a colorful and complicated kimono, but still leave a portrait...

Forget it, anyway, there is a chance to destroy it.

He would never let little brother Hashirama see that painting.

So, the anchor, who was forced to push the duck to the shelves, had to widen the dead fish's eyes, try to sit up a little more dignified, and observe the little girl's expression. He pretended to be passable.

Gradually, only the slight sound of breathing, and the sound of the brush gently rubbing against the drawing paper can be heard.The anchor's eyes fell on a certain corner without focus, and I don't know how long it took, as if the sunlight through the bamboo curtains had dimmed, Senshou Mai carefully blew on the paper to make sure there was no problem , she breathed a sigh of relief, and finally put down her pen.

Like her, the host also relaxed.After all, it is very tiring to pretend to be a statue without moving for a long time, and his hands, feet and shoulders are already stiff.

"Ah... well, it doesn't seem too bad..."

She nervously looked at the drawing paper several times, smoothing out the slightly wrinkled corners, and then lightly picked up the freshly baked portrait, and handed it over with both hands, with a little apprehension on her face.

"I don't know if you are satisfied, um... Please take a look."

It doesn't matter whether you are satisfied or not, it's just a disguise anyway.The anchor thought so in his heart, but he definitely couldn't show it.Taking the portrait reservedly, he lowered his head and glanced at it casually and quietly.

Black hair hanging down the waist. (The wig is good, it looks very textured)

Sit upright. (My whole body is stiff, I can't move even if I want to)

The woman's face is covered with a layer of tulle, and under the artist's brush, there seems to be starlight hidden in her eyes.The figure is covered by bright colors, only the fingertips are exposed, revealing a dignified beauty.

Host: "..."

The corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily, his hands trembled subtly, resisting the urge to cover his face and turn his head.

I have to admire the brain of the little girl in real clothes, how big the filter must be to beautify him like this == The person in this painting has nothing like him except for hair color and eye color, as a normal aesthetic male creature, he can't look at it at all... wait?

and many more.

Etc., etc.

"Huh? My lord princess, is there something wrong?"

A puzzled question came from Makoto Senju.

The anchor frowned unknowingly, he paused, spread the painting on his lap, and observed more carefully——

As a result of looking more carefully, his face changed slightly.

No wonder the painting seemed familiar at first glance.Because of inertial thinking, only the idea of ​​"I seem to have seen a similar picture somewhere" came to mind, but he quickly threw it aside.However, after a few more glances, the anchor discovered something strange.

In the woman's hand in the painting, the fingertips exposed under the wide and elongated sleeves, the index finger and middle finger are about the same length.

It was him who was drawn, and he did know that the length of his fingers was slightly different from that of ordinary people, but that was just a small problem.The point is, because of this difference, the door of memory was pushed open, and the anchor suddenly remembered that after decades in this world, he had seen this painting——

Not only the clothes and hairstyles, but also the people in the portraits are almost exactly the same.

At the wedding ceremony of the son of the daimyo, that night, the anchor was with Mr. Kakashi and brother Kakashi. He saw the portrait of the princess who arrived in the daimyo city today, and he recognized it from the portrait. The "princess" who was escorted over "is fake.

However, the portrait he saw that day was the one painted by Senju Mai, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

The anchor suddenly felt inexplicably flustered.

Could it be that the portrait he is holding in his hand has been passed down for decades for some reason.However, why did the portrait of the princess in later generations use this one?

what is the problem?

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of another point that had been ignored before.

The same is for welcoming relatives, sons of daimyo, princesses of other countries, and ninja guards.

Encountered enemy attack, injured, fell into the river under the cliff, and disappeared.

Including unexplained portraits, the plots of decades ago and decades later seem to overlap too much.

"Princess... my lord...?"

Senshou Mai shouted in panic and pulled back his erratic thoughts. The anchor took a deep breath to calm himself down, let go of his hand, and let go of the portrait that was about to be torn by his nails.At this time, he no longer had the idea of ​​destroying the painting immediately, and wrote on the paper: [Nothing, thank you, Mae, I like it very much, can you give me this painting? 】

"Yes, yes, as long as you like it, I should be happy..." Qianshou Mai said in a daze.

well.

The host calmly put away the portrait, chatted with Qianju Mai for a while, and successfully fooled the little girl away.After becoming alone again, the anchor stayed quietly for a while, and finally relaxed, tilting his head and leaning against the side of the carriage wearily, almost pulling off his wig in distress.

You don't need to guess to know that there must be a conspiracy.

At the beginning, I thought that it happened to deal with Brother Kakashi, but now that I think about it, there must be something else that he didn't notice...

And, he had a hunch.

When the carriage arrived at the famous city of this era, he would get part of the truth.

Soon, there is only one day left before the destination.

After traveling for so long, the Qianshou people were very tired, and they all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the news.Except for Senshou Zhujian, he seems to have other thoughts.

On the last night, everyone can finally get together easily, chat and eat meat, and imagine when they can finish their tasks and go home.This time, the anchor didn't hide in the carriage anymore, he pretended to solve his physical problems, only Senju Mai followed him.

He didn't try his best to think of a way to get rid of that silly girl, because as soon as he walked away, the shadow behind him merged with the shadow of the bushes, and Senshou Mai's voice telling him to slow down disappeared.

A hand reached out from the shadows and pulled him aside.The anchor looked up, and met a pair of surprised and angry red eyes——

"why you?!"

"I'm sorry, little brother Ban, I'm still here." The anchor felt a sharp pain in his arm being grabbed, but he held back the pain.

"Jinjiang Ning you—where's that ninja?"

"Send it away with your private money—wait a minute, Quanna told me where you put your money!"

Uchiha Madara: "Quanna..."

His expression twisted again.

Having arranged the preparations in advance, when Uchiha Madara came to find him confidently, he found that the hired spy had become a fool.

Well, forget it, the most troublesome thing is——

Jin Jiangning did not come alone.

Not only did he bring Quan Nai down, he even brought Senshou Zhujian here.

Hehe, Thousand Hands Bamboo Room.

He is probably the only one in the world who can perceive Uchiha Madara's illusion.