Naruto, Uzumaki Menma, just wants to conquer the world

"Indeed not." Menma said without even thinking.

Miss Feng Xuehui didn't expect him to answer like that. She was stunned for a moment and was once again caught by Menma.

"But your parents must be in good health, right?" Menma asked.

It hit the vital points again. Feng Xuehui felt unwell and her whole body was shaking.

Menma didn't know Fuyuki Ena's identity as the princess of the Snow Country, but the information that her parents were deceased was there in her file.

Perhaps, this is not a difference in attack power, but a difference in defense power.

If someone greets Menma's parents, he will greet them together and then retaliate in kind.

His invincibility lies in his carefree heart.

For the goal, even oneself can be sacrificed.

All in all, today's duel was still a complete victory for Menma.

Apart from acting, Miss Feng Xuehui's only hobby is drinking. Alcohol is her anesthetic, which allows her to temporarily forget those bad memories.

Normally she wouldn't drink so much, but today was an exception because of the arrival of that ninja kid. Her already bad mood could only be described as adding fuel to the fire, making her mood even worse.

At night, in the pub, when she was drunk and her consciousness was gradually blurring, she suddenly heard such a familiar voice.

"This, this, this, this, bring them all up, and put the bill on this young lady's head."

"What? Are you afraid that I will default on my debt? Did you see that? I am a ninja from Konoha. How can I default on my debt?"

Feng Xuehui, who had been sleeping on the table, raised her head, forced her eyes open, and looked in the direction of the sound.

I dazedly saw a familiar golden figure chattering with the pub owner, his finger pointing at me from time to time.

"Do you know who this gentleman is? Fuji Fuyukiie, an international superstar. The ninja world's thousands of years of culture is condensed into Fuji Fuyukiie culture, and Princess Fengyun culture is Princess Fengyun's spirit."

"To understand Princess Fengyun is to understand the ninja world. Fengyun culture is about hard work, perseverance, never giving up, and especially optimism."

"It doesn't matter if you doubt me, but you actually doubt that such a legendary hero, a world-famous person, can't afford the money? You should apologize to the people of the world!"

So, from then on, Menma ate to his heart's content in this restaurant.

He ate for several hours, not only filling himself up, but also giving away the food in the store to other people: pedestrians on the street and beggars on the roadside.

Spend other people's money and other people's wealth to promote my own good name.

When there was no food left in the store and the boss was urging for the bill, Menma woke up the sleeping woman.

"Hey, hey! Stop sleeping, get up and pay!"

When Feng Xuehui woke up, facing the terrible situation, she had only three classic questions in her mind: Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?

After she understood the whole story, the bad mood that had been suppressed by alcohol was rekindled.

However, when she was about to vent her anger, the culprit Menma had already disappeared.

034 Fengyunji's Love: Uzumaki Menma is so despicable...

So, after paying the money, Feng Xuehui couldn't sleep all night because of this anger.

For several days in a row, whether she was taking a bath, sleeping, eating, filming, or drinking, her mind was full of: Damn, damn, that little devil!

It is precisely because of the facial numbness that Miss Feng Xuehui's condition looks very bad during this period. Sometimes she can't even get into the state at all, and today is no exception.

At first she wanted to fight back and didn't want to admit that she was tortured by a little devil.

But now, she had to find the Third Wife and give him an order: "Third Wife, drive this little devil away for me!"

"But......"

"I can't function properly with him around!"

"Ms. Fuji..."

"There's no need to hire ninjas!"

In order to calm Miss Fuyuki Hui's anger, Santaifu came up with a compromise: in the subsequent filming, Santaifu asked Menma to leave and prevented Menma from meeting Miss Fuyuki Hui.

However, Feng Xuehui took advantage of this gap to escape.

Although it is almost midsummer, people still wrap their mouths and noses tightly and walk through the streets and alleys.

"How could you possibly let me surrender, you idiot! You actually wanted to go to that kind of hellhole place to film without telling me!"

This is Fuji Fuxue's past, and also the unknown secret that Fuji Fuxue has buried deep in her heart.

Ten years ago, she was still a high and mighty princess, and her noble birth was envied by everyone.

She had never known what suffering was, and the outside world was very far away from her.

Yesterday was the same as the day before yesterday, today is the same as yesterday, and tomorrow will be the same as today. She also takes it for granted that this kind of life will continue.

That day came without any warning.

That day, my father died in front of my eyes.

The cold snowy night and the fire in the palace are all still vivid in my mind.

She lived in exile, living in fear and sorrow all day, not knowing when she would die.

Acting is her life, not her hobby.

If you take off the mask, you will die.

In the past ten years, she has changed her name countless times.

Work and drinking were just anesthetics to kill time and relieve the pain so that I wouldn't have to think about those things anymore.

But does she know what suffering is now?

When you are cold, you have clothes to wear; when you are hungry, you have food to eat; when you are thirsty, you have water to drink; when you are sleepy, you have a bed to sleep on.

Exiled nobles are still nobles.

Santaifu and his other subordinates secretly protected him, and the Fire Country and Konoha also secretly protected her safety in order to retain the banner of armed intervention against the Snow Country.

She was immersed in her own suffering, turning a blind eye and a deaf ear to the suffering of the outside world.

According to Menma, "The hard life she leads is hard to live like you even if you try your best."

However, while she was running away, her mouth and nose were suddenly covered by a big hand with a handkerchief.

"Well!"

Before she could shout, the girl rolled her eyes and lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was the interior of an abandoned warehouse.

My sense of touch gradually returned, and I could feel the cold concrete floor and the sore ropes that were tightening around my wrists and ankles.

The tape on his mouth was so tight, completely different from the casual tape he put on during acting, it was impossible to push it off with his tongue.

There were no lights, but the light from the cloudless full moon shone through the windows enough to illuminate the environment.

What caught my eye was a burly man with a face full of flesh. He was over 190 cm tall and looked very oppressive.

But he doesn't seem like a despicable person.

"Don't struggle anymore. It's useless. We will let you go once we get the money, Miss Feng Xuehui."

The other guy had a typical wretched look, a bad guy face, with the ugly signs of alcohol and sex hanging all over his face, and it looked like he had taken some drugs.

"Hey! Our Princess Fengyun is awake? She's even more beautiful than what we saw on the big screen!"

The words and sounds made Feng Xuehui feel like they were dirtying her ears and making her feel sick to her stomach.

"Now that we're awake, let's do something fun! Hehe..."

This man was ready to fight and walked towards Feng Xuehui with a swagger.

Getting closer, getting closer.

"Hey, don't go too far. We still need to exchange her for a ransom." The sturdy man reminded.

"I know, I know. A woman like this has been played with by countless people. There won't be any problem."

The ugly face was right in front of him. He untied the rope at his ankles, spread his legs, and prepared to untie his belt.

Despair, despair...

Struggle, struggle...

Then, slap! A loud slap hit her face.

"Bitch! Behave yourself! You're just pretending to be pure and ruining my mood!"

The struggle stopped. The burning pain on her face left her brain with no energy to generate any thoughts. It was completely blank.

To date, she has never been beaten.

I don't know when, tears had already soaked my eyes.

Freedom? She wanted freedom, but this was not the freedom she wanted.

The world values ​​chastity, and she values ​​her own chastity.

The arrogant and willful young lady in the past seemed to be just like a child playing house in front of the real villain.

She will never forget the voice she heard at that time: "I thought I caught a thief, but I didn't expect to stab Laos."

That was the voice of the little devil.

In just a moment, the two men became corpses lying on the ground.

Under the moonlight, she felt that this blond kid, whom she had disliked before, now looked particularly pleasing to the eye, pleasing to the eyes, and even made her heart beat faster.

Prince Charming? Hero?

It’s just that the last sentence “Any evil will be brought to justice” really ruins the atmosphere.

Rather, whenever he opens his mouth to speak, he destroys the romantic atmosphere.

The hero saves the beauty, traditional and old-fashioned, but very effective.

But is this really a case of “a hero saving a beauty”?

After that, the staff who arrived after Menmato took Xiaoxue away. The two bodies that should have been splattered with blood on the spot gradually turned into golden hair, and even the blood did the same.

He has excellent chakra control ability, and he is very good at transformation and clone techniques, so he can use these ninjutsu to perfection.

The stunningly beautiful pink-haired woman reappeared.

"Isn't it despicable to do this, Master-san?"

“It’s mean, but effective.”

"Does it really work?"

"The suspension bridge effect, dangerous or exciting situations are the fastest way to promote mutual feelings, and the hero saving the beauty is the eternal and correct answer."

Suddenly, Menma seemed to have thought of something.

"Wait, let me reflect on this first."

"Reflect? Master will also reflect on his own meanness?"

Menma took out a small notebook from his pocket, opened it, and took notes while muttering to himself: "The lines feel a bit out of place, and the acting is not ideal. Most importantly..."

Tamamo tilted her head and stared at her shameless master with her cute eyes.

What would he say? Tamamo was still guessing.

"I should take this opportunity to kick her a couple more times."

"Well, do that to Sakura next time."

This answer was still beyond Tamamo's expectations, maybe...

She would never be able to guess what was going on in this boy's mind, right?

Just like a few weeks ago, with the intention of teasing Shota, she asked Menma this question: "Master, don't you want to do something naughty?"

However, Menma's answer was: "There are as many brothels as you want. I want to play with women's bodies, and they line up to let me play with them."

"The price of slaves at the black market auction is just the reward for a few missions I have completed casually. The betrothal gift for a pure girl in the countryside doesn't cost much either."

Reality is too realistic, stripping away all the warmth, romance and falsehood of the cruel reality.

Tamamo continued the conversation by following up on her attack: "Master is a man after all, so it's inevitable that he will do something like that in the future, right?"