Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

She looked at the boy's solemn expression and thought he had seen something, but...

"It's snowing really hard!"

After two seconds of silence, the girl realized that she was humiliated. Her face flushed and turned as red as an apple. She felt both ashamed and angry.

She looked as if she was really going to poke the gun down.

At this time, Qiao Li said: "Stop..."

The old man who was watching the show finally intervened and signaled his daughter to put down her weapon, "Don't be rude, Sibiya..."

Sibiya snorted coldly and moved the spear away.

He knocked the butt of the gun on the floor to express his dissatisfaction, then sat back in his seat obediently.

With his arms folded and his legs crossed, he stared at Menma with murderous eyes.

Qiao Li said: "Young man, are you really capable of protecting the safety of this old man and my daughter?"

"That's natural."

"What if you encounter a powerful enemy that you cannot defeat? Will you lose?"

"That doesn't exist. For me, there are only small wins, medium wins, and big wins, and giving the enemy a head-on blow."

"Oh? You're really arrogant!"

"It's not arrogance, it's just the truth. You shouldn't judge me because you don't know me..."

"Half human, half ghost, best spearman"

Holding a red umbrella that can fire bullets, he always takes people's lives in the middle of the night.

The people killed were either extremely rich and noble, or extremely poor and vicious.

With the resounding names of Red Ghost, Red Shura, and the red ghost wandering in the empire...

This is Menma. His swift and decisive actions in a short period of time have made him famous in the empire.

Jolly smiled. He thought he had a rough idea of ​​the boy's character.

Uninhibited, free and easy, conceited, and highly skilled, such talents must be used by me.

But before that, we should kill his arrogance...

"But young man, do you know that there are heroes and powerful people in this world who are stronger than you..."

Jolly watched the bandaged boy's reaction.

The young man closed his eyes, folded his arms, and said calmly and indifferently: "There are many unknown heroes in the world..."

Qiao Li smiled again and said, "General Budd of the Imperial Capital controls the entire Imperial Army..."

"The dry bones in the tomb, I will capture them sooner or later."

088 Killing: Before I knew it, the harem was open again...

Jolly remained calm and continued, "Ernest, the Imperial Minister, manipulated the emperor and monopolized power..."

"Ernest, who looks fierce but is timid, is good at making plans without decision, cherishes his life when doing great things, and forgets his life when he sees small gains. He is not a hero."

Minister Ernest and General Budd were the civil and military pillars of the empire, whose power was second only to that of the emperor. It could even be said that they were the ones who held actual power.

Anyone who hears such nonsense would think that the person is just talking nonsense, right?

Sibiya said disdainfully: "Tsk, then..."

When the girl was about to taunt him, Jolly scared her with his eyes and made her swallow her words.

Jolly pondered, and he thought: Maybe the boy disdains power, and only force can convince this man.

He began to list the masters he knew and asked, "So, what about the four Rakshasa ghosts who dominate the north?"

"The four Rakshasa ghosts are just names without substance, they are not heroes."

"So, what about the brave man who led the northern barbarians?"

"A brave man who borrows his father's name is not a hero."

This put Qiao Li in a dilemma. He thought for a while with a troubled look on his face, and then asked as if he had made a major decision: "So, what about the Emperor of the Empire?"

Sibiya reminded: "Father..."

She was afraid that her father's slip of the tongue might be heard by someone and spread, which would be considered a serious crime of disrespect.

Jolly stretched out his hand to signal Sibiya not to disturb him, his attention still on the boy's reaction.

"Although he is a member of the royal family, he is just a dog guarding the house. How can he be called a hero?"

"What about people like Sheila, Liva, Nadezhda, and others?"

"Such a mediocre person is not worth mentioning."

"Then forgive me for my ignorance, hehe..."

The old man was full of curiosity about the young man. Although he was arrogant and unconventional, his words and deeds revealed an aristocratic air. He must be from a famous family and had received a good education, right?

This time it was the boy's turn to ask: "Do you know the transformation of dragons?"

Jolly shook his head.

"A dragon can be big or small, can rise or hide. When it is big, it can create clouds and mist; when it is small, it can hide its shape. When it rises, it soars into the universe; when it hides, it lurks in the waves, like the depth of spring, just like a person who is successful and the depth of spring is like the sea."

Qiao Li remained silent for a long time, but his judgment of the young man had completely changed.

Such a deep mind...

No, is it ambition?

Jolly didn't speak immediately, he was still observing the boy's reaction.

“A hero has great ambitions in his heart, good strategies in his mind, the wisdom of the universe, the will of heaven and earth, and justice on his shoulders, saving the people from danger and distress.”

Jolly inquired, "So, who do you think is the hero?"

He waited for the boy's answer.

As expected, the boy would probably say it was himself, right? Or he would name someone he believed in.

The young man remained silent, looking towards the side window of the carriage, as if taking that as the answer.

Jolly looked in the direction the boy was looking, and at that moment the carriage team happened to be passing through a village.

“This poor village?”

He was very puzzled, as if he, who came from an elite background, did not understand the meaning.

"Since ancient times, there have been people who work hard, people who work hard, people who plead for the people, and people who sacrifice their lives for the law..."

"Although the so-called official history is equivalent to writing genealogies for emperors and generals, it often cannot cover up their glory..."

"They are heroes! They are the heroes."

“Not everyone is a hero, but everyone can be a hero…”

“Among the panicked crowd, there is always the first brave person who rushes out, stops to help others stand up, and flashes his eyes in the storm. The qualities of a hero are also forged in the moment of danger.”

Familiar, right?

Familiar, right?

Saying the same words to different people is called repeated use, squeezing out the maximum value of "words".

Even Sibiya, who was hostile to him, was stunned for a moment because of these words.

At this time, the marching team had left the village they had just passed and came to the open snowfield.

There is no village in front and no shop behind, only a long and endless road.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped.

Jolie and Sibiya, father and daughter, also leaned forward due to the inertia of the carriage that suddenly braked. In sharp contrast, the young man, who was sitting in an improper posture and had a nonchalant attitude, was as steady as a rock.

Qiao Li held the cane tightly in his hand and steadied himself. He almost fell down. What happened outside? He wondered in his heart.

Sibiya was not so lucky. She fell into the boy's arms along with the gun in her hand, and the boy's palm rested on her chest.

The girl was wearing a thick cotton coat and the boy's hands were bandaged, but this did not prevent him from feeling the soft touch, and even his breath was sweet.

However, this did not prevent him from remaining calm. In the eyes of the strong, there was no room for the weak.

This kind of reaction ability actually belongs to a martial artist? It's a disgrace to the martial arts world, okay? This is what he thought in his heart.

But Sibiya did not have such an extremely twisted mind. The moment their eyes met, she, who had never been in such close contact with a man, felt her heart beating faster, as if a deer was running wildly.

Her face flushed red, and she yelled in a coquettish and angry voice: "Take your hand away from me!"

"That's enough. You forced your way in here, and you're blaming me, right? What fairy trap card?"

What? Fairies? Trap cards?

While Sibia was still thinking about these words she had never heard before, Menma pushed the girl back to her seat with a little force.

"Well, it hurts..."

"You, you rude fellow."

Just as Sibiya was about to make trouble, a cold wind blew in her face, and she saw a young man getting off the car with a red umbrella.

“It costs extra money.”

Menma said, and before the girl could retort, he slammed the car door.

“Mmmmm.” The girl clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, “This bastard.”

Then she got out of the car and chased after him.

Jolly laughed and shook his head: "Hahaha, young man!"

The soldiers were ready to go, standing in formation and on guard.

There were crowds of people in all directions, and it was obvious to the naked eye that the enemy had ill intentions and had an absolute numerical advantage.

The sky was as bright as day. The red-haired boy had to open his umbrella, hold it with one hand, and walk to the front of the soldiers.

The enemies are bandits and robbers, and their main component is people who have lost their land, jobs and industries.

The wealth of this convoy was not enough to fill their teeth, but...

Just like the bandit leader said: "As long as you get the heads of Jolly and Sibiya, you can get Minister Osnet's reward."

When they saw that their side had an absolute numerical advantage, each of them felt that this would be an easy task.

Until they vaguely saw the figure holding the umbrella getting off the carriage and walking in front of the soldiers...

Without stopping, slowly, slowly, the figure was walking towards this side...

The invisible sense of oppression actually calmed them down even though they were originally excited and clamoring for action.

Until they faintly heard the woman's shout: "Everyone, cheer up, don't be careless! Defeat the enemy like last time!"

This is Sibiya's voice, she is motivating the people.

"Don't get in the way, just watch. I can't guarantee that I won't kill you by mistake." This was Menma's voice, as if he was deliberately trying to sabotage her.

The sound was obviously very small and the distance was very far, but it seemed to have magical power that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Straight into the eardrum, straight through the brain, straight into the heart...

The boy took off his cloak with one hand and threw it back casually, his movements were free and handsome.

Fold the umbrella and gradually speed up the pace.

The moment it came into contact with the enemy, broken limbs flew in all directions.

It was impossible to see how he was fighting, all I could see was a red afterimage in the snow and fog.

Screams and blood infected the air and the earth.

one hundred......

two hundred......

three hundred......

Yes, the boy was reaping their lives. The umbrella was like the scythe of the god of death. It had no blade, but it was so sharp that it could cut through iron like mud.

He was like a god of death in the crowd, making people tremble with fear.