"Boss, you died so tragically…"
Aburame Muta sat on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Cry your heart out, these little guys are still alive!"
Itsuki scoffed disdainfully, picking up the hornet named Boss. "Take a closer look, I just cut off their wings…"
Aburame Muta spread his hands in confusion. The hornet named Boss was indeed alive and kicking, only one wing was slightly damaged.
Itsuki had really only cut the wings of these hornets!
"So strong!"
Orochimaru couldn't help but narrow his eyes. Itsuki's strength was beyond his expectations. Just his kunai throwing skills alone made anyone who wanted to engage him from a distance abandon that idea. What a formidable opponent!
"Thank you…"
Seeing that his hornets were fine, Aburame Muta couldn't help but burst into tears of joy. His deep green hood slipped down, revealing a fair and delicate face. Aburame Muta was actually a girl, her cute face was tear-stained, both adorable and pitiable…
"Actually…"
Aburame Muta hugged the hornets with their broken wings and shyly nodded to Itsuki. "You can call me Muta!"
Seeing this, Tsunade couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart. This damn Aburame Muta, why do you get to be called Muta by Itsuki-kun? Itsuki-kun hasn't called me that familiarly yet!
At this moment, Yamada, hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but gape in disbelief. "That's possible…?"
Is flirting that easy?
"Okay, Muta."
Itsuki smiled gently and extended his hand towards Aburame Muta, who was kneeling on the ground…
This scene was truly beautiful. A handsome angel extending his hand to a confused girl who had fallen to the ground. The story of a knight and a damsel in distress is always so beautiful.
Tsunade's heart couldn't help but ache. Does Itsuki-kun think Aburame Muta is cute too?
Others also whispered: Although this Itsuki is a bit arrogant, at least he knows how to be gentle with women…
"Give me your wallet!"
Everyone froze, their words unfinished. What kind of development is this?
"What?"
Aburame Muta looked up at Itsuki in confusion, her outstretched hand froze mid-air. "What did you say?"
"I said, hand over your wallet!"
Itsuki extended his hand again, as if it were a matter of course. "We agreed, right? If I win, your wallet is mine!"
"Uh…"
Aburame Muta was completely dumbfounded, her mind went blank. What happened? What's going on? Where's the knight and the damsel?
"Hey, I said you're not going to back out, are you?"
Itsuki's smile suddenly turned cold, he pulled out the Time-Space Kunai again and threatened coldly. "Don't make me kill your hornets!"
Aburame Muta instinctively hugged her hornets, then the next second she burst into tears of grievance. She had never been so wronged in her life, she was so embarrassed…
"Here, you bad guy!"
Aburame Muta angrily threw a hornet purse and ran out of the school crying.
"Tsk tsk, she's still just a little girl, she can't handle such a small setback."
Itsuki scoffed disdainfully, emptying the "hornet" purse.
"Beast!"
Yamada and the other students in the shadows gritted their teeth. Only Tsunade's face was flushed…
"One thousand Ryo, is it really true that you raise a son poorly and a daughter richly?"
Itsuki casually threw the uniquely shaped hornet purse to Tsunade. "Tsunade, help me return this purse to her tomorrow."
Tsunade took the purse, she was stunned for a moment, then happily nodded. "Okay, I got it…"
This seemed like a confirmation of the main wife, making Tsunade so happy she was about to faint. If he didn't care about her feelings, why would Itsuki-kun ask her to return the purse? After all, the story of returning things is always on TV…
Heaven knows Tsunade would think so much, the steel-hearted Itsuki just simply felt that girls should be familiar with each other.
The atmosphere suddenly calmed down strangely, everyone was stunned by Itsuki's ruthless operation…
This won't do, the mission has only been completed twice— (2/10).
He hasn't even earned a treasure chest yet!
Thinking about this, Itsuki suddenly laughed arrogantly.
"Hahaha, who's next!?"
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