With a bowl of the cheapest turbid wine, Ye Ziru sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. Under the gaze of the waitress gradually elevated to disgust, she had a thick old face and had no intention of leaving.

As time goes by, the sun is weak, paving the way for the upcoming night, and the buzzing voices also move from the street to the tavern.

The increase in passenger flow has gradually made the taverns crowded and the seats have begun to be insufficient, so Ye Zi's existence has begun to become dazzling.

The waitress walked over and said to Ye Zi with a smile and politeness: "Uncle, you haven't asked for alcohol for most of the day. Are you going to go home?"

Ye Zi's eyes were slightly slight, and he could not hide his sudden erotic look. He suddenly grinned, revealing his broken yellow teeth, pointed to the little liquid in the wine bowl, and said seriously: "Look, you haven't finished drinking it yet."

As he said that, his narrowed eyes slowly opened and unscrupulously scanned the sensitive part of the waitress.

The unrestrained gaze caused the waitress to get goose bumps all over her body, thinking that the old man in front of her was just a slut, and she thought she couldn't drive her away.

She smiled far-fetchedly and then retreated.

Seeing the waitress retreating, the boss at the counter was smoking a long pipe, his mouth slightly opened, and a beautiful line of cigarette shot out.

"An ignorant old guy." The boss curled his lips and showed a sneer.

There are many reasons why you don’t rush during the day and just about to set sun. One of the nicest reasons is to avoid Ye Zi’s flesh and blood.

The guests who will arrive one after another will fill up their seats, and old guys like Ye Zi who seem to have no ability to spend money will always be kicked away by customers.

When night falls, it is the beginning of the tavern.

The voices turn here and spread in a small space.

The combination of wine and sound is an addictive and unique noise.

The seats were full, the door of the tavern was retreated again, and a group of big men walked in.

The tavern owner held a long pipe and gently tapped it on the corner of the counter, knocking off the cigarette residue, slanted his eyes and looked coldly at Ye Zi's seat.

The big men who came in glanced at the taverns and soon noticed Ye Zi's table.

The leader of the bald man with a beard walked over, slapped a Qianzi on Ye Zi's desk, and said coldly: "Old guy, I want this seat."

Ye Zi seemed to be startled, looked at a coin on the table, and smiled with a calm face: "Uncle, please give me a bowl of wine, this person will let you do."

The bald man was slightly stunned, showed a wonderful smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand without any warning, grabbed Ye Zi's collar and threw Ye Zi to the ground, and threw Ye Zi to the ground.

Ye Zi fell to the ground and let out a scream, which attracted the attention of the guests in the tavern.

The bald man pinched the coins on the table, threw them on Ye Zi, and said coldly: "Get out."

Then he greeted his partner and sat in the seat.

Ye Zi stood up while wailing, picked up the money miserably, then walked towards the table, trying to reach out to grab the wine bowl with a little wine left.

Seeing this, the bald man picked up the wine bowl and threw it away, poured the wine inside, and then called the waiter to clean up, completely ignoring Ye Zi's arm that was froze in the air.

Most of the guests in the tavern watched this scene with great interest, especially the waitress who came over to prepare for cleaning up, was already gloating.

Suddenly, Ye Zi threw the bald man's bald head with a coin. After the coin was intimately in contact with his smooth head, it bounced up and landed on the ground, making a sound.

Time seemed to solidify at this moment. The bald man's temple jumped. He stood up with a loud laugh from his classmates' friends, turned around and looked at the coins flipped on the ground. Without saying a word, he knocked Ye Zi to the ground with one punch.

Ye Zi was punched and fell to the ground with a wail.

When the bald man raised his foot and was about to kick Ye Zi hard, a slightly childish voice came: "Hey, is it really good to bully the old man like this?"

The bald man withdrew his feet and looked at the person who was talking. He was a buzz-headed boy with Iwameng's forehead protector on his forehead.

"It's your egg business?" The man glanced at the forehead protection on the boy's forehead.

The buzz-haired boy smiled and said, "I just like to meddle in other people's business."

The man clenched his fists and sneered.

The men who came with him stood up, and one of them said, "Come on, let this old guy go, and this matter is over."

The buzz-headed boy raised his eyebrows and weighed the gap between the two sides. He simply walked over and helped Ye Zi up, turned around and left.

"Unfortunate." The bald man looked at Ye Zi and the boy who were pushing the door and spitting at them.

Ye Zi was helped out by the buzz-cut boy, and whispered.

The buzz-cut boy asked with concern: "Uncle, does it hurt?"

"It hurts very much." Ye Zi sucked the cold air and pointed to an alley and said, "Young man, there are boxes there, so that the old man can sit and rest."

"Okay." The buzz-haired boy did not doubt that he had, and helped Ye Zi walk into the dim alley.

"Uh, uncle, there are no boxes here." The buzz-haired boy looked at the dirty alley and saw no boxes, only residues all over the ground.

He said, looking at Ye Zi, but when he saw a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, his pupils shrank sharply. Then, he felt a pain in his neck and fainted.

"Tsk tsk, you can bear to do such a kind little guy."

The cross light was torn out, and the shrinking ghoul jumped out.

Ye Zi didn't reply, and looked at the buzz-haired boy lying on the ground and walked into the depths of the alley with his collar.

Looking at Ye Zi who was gradually sinking into the darkness, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he followed him in with a big mouth.

"Watch me." Ye Zi's eyes swept across the face of the buzz-headed boy and said to the ghoul.

Gua curled his lips and went to take the wind honestly.

Ye Zi removed the transformation technique and formed seals with both hands.

The art of spiritual transformation!

The spirit body emerged from the shoulders and penetrated into the boy's head.

The spiritual transformation technique that he changed and enhanced is already different from Kato Duo's soul technique. It can not only control the soul while moving, but also absorb chakra while devouring the enemy's soul. In addition, there is another function, which is to extract the memories from the enemy's soul like peeling silk and pulling a cocoon.

The soul invaded the head of the buzz-headed boy and easily crushed it.

Then, Ye Zi began to extract the memory of the buzz-headed boy. This process took a certain amount of time, and the original body would temporarily lose control and be in a state of unpreparedness, so he needed to fight the wind.

This is a very ordinary ninja in the Iwa Ninja Village...

My parents lost their lives in the war, had limited talent, had very little chakra, had weak illusion resistance, and were pretty good in physical skills. As for the social circle, it seemed to be very poor. Not only did they have a bad relationship with their teammates and teachers, they also dared to run out of the village at will to such a faraway place.
Chapter completed!