Chapter 855

Also, the soul needs to be reshaped, but the materials aren't complete yet, so you'll just have to hold on a little longer—wait, these half-truths, after hearing them, Hashirama stopped asking further, only lowering his head to stare at the scar on Lin Cheng's body.

The scar has changed too, but not for the better—blood-colored qi is spreading across its surface.

This is a soul-body, not a physical wound that bleeds; such a change must mean the soul's damage has worsened again.

"Didn't you say the materials Orochimaru prepared for me were almost enough? You can keep using your old body for now; if it's no longer usable, just discard it quickly. If you keep dragging your soul into further fragmentation, do you think I'll still care for you!" He raised one hand and poked Lin Cheng's face several times.

She herself didn't much care whether she was revived by the Rinnegan or through Orochimaru's genes.

The problem now is that this bastard won't torture himself to death!

A dead body straining to grow—isn't that pure self-torture?

"It'll be ready soon. Right now, it's your problem—let me hold you for a bit. It's been so many days since we last met; I missed you."

He reached out and embraced him; Lin Cheng made no move to stop Hashirama's continued healing, nor did he do anything else.

They remained in this quiet embrace for a long time; when Hashirama finally sensed something wrong, he realized Lin Cheng had fallen asleep.

"You're really a hassle, but it's all my own choice, isn't it?"

Adjusting his arms, Hashirama placed both hands atop Lin Cheng's scar, sighed, and continued his healing.

After all, this was a genjutsu space, different from the outside world, so Lin Cheng slept for a very long time.

So long that when he awoke, he only cuddled the curvaceous beauty in his arms for a while before returning to reality.

Back in reality, they could no longer retreat into the genjutsu space; only after Lin Cheng left did he bid Hashirama farewell.

"Slug, you haven't gone back yet?"

Though Hashirama still worried, he was finally somewhat reassured.

But when she opened the garden gate and saw the slug crawling over the black cat statue's paw, she suddenly remembered something she'd forgotten.

She'd forgotten to tell Lin Cheng to recall the slug into his pet space!

"Stupid master, dumb master, he never thinks of me at all—no, he doesn't forget me, he just stole my fruit again! I didn't have much to begin with, and now he's stealing it!"

The slug, no bigger than a palm, lay sprawled on the cat's paw, utterly miserable—just now, it had tried again to return to the pet space, only to be rejected once more.

Saying the pet space is being renovated? Rotate your damn head! It's clearly because he thinks I eat too much and doesn't want me anymore.

"Your fruit? You grew them?"

Hashirama watched the slug stiffen at her question and confirmed why this thing had been thrown out.

It was clearly because it ate too much—devoured all the fruit Lin Cheng had grown—that it was rejected.

"No, but the fruit was delicious, and the master doesn't eat them, so I just ate more."

Speaking of this, the slug herself felt a bit guilty.

The fruit had seemed to grow there naturally, and when she started eating, no one stopped her, so she kept eating and eating and eating.

"First think about how to apologize and make a promise before going back; otherwise, it'll truly become a problem!"

She tapped the slug twice on its body, then cheerfully picked it up and tossed it onto her shoulder as she stepped out.

Yesterday, little Tsunade's lover was revived—I don't know how he's doing, so as an elder, I must go to the hospital to check on him; if his condition is truly poor,

I'll heal him—there's no reason to let my grandson-in-law stay sickly!

"Lin Cheng, we've already reached the nation's border—why hasn't Senju Tobirama returned yet?" Naruto lay sprawled on the sofa downstairs in the wooden house, half his body pressing against Lin Cheng's legs, holding a map and complaining about the guy who'd been gone too long.

Though it was nice having one less person to compete for food; but without someone to bicker with Senju Danhane, everyone now finds life a bit dull.

"He'll probably be back soon, but you should prepare yourself—Tsunade becoming the Fifth Hokage means…" Lin Cheng didn't finish his sentence; Naruto had already jumped up instantly.

"Will I seem too much like a girl like this? Do you think my mom will think I'm too rowdy and keep giving me love punches?"

Naruto stood before Lin Cheng, adjusting his clothes—if his parents really came, he'd have to tone it down.

Thinking of his father being beaten daily, Naruto rubbed his head and suddenly wondered if his mom had a grudge against blond hair—after all, he hadn't inherited her red hair.

She was gentle before, but those gentle love punches…

"They still hurt!"

"No way—such a cute Naruto, Aunt Kushina wouldn't dare. And if you sense danger, just give her that pitiful look."