
Naruto: the War Lord of Kirigakure
火影:雾隐的战争之主
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 99k Words
- Genre
- Light Novel
- Audience
- Male
- Subgenre
- Fan Fiction
- Updated
- 6mo ago
- Source
- Qidian
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22Chapters
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"Power of attack, third stage!" Looking at the dazzling "Yesterday's new collection: 0" written by the writer's assistant backstage, the young man's face was expressionless, with a touch of self-mockery on the corner of his lips. The palm of his hand that was holding the phone tightly, because of the force, his nails dug deeply into his palm, causing bursts of heartbreaking pain. "This is already the third book... Are you still unable to enter the 'signing realm'?" The young man smiled bitterly, staring blankly at the bleak "Reading volume: 1" on the screen with his dark eyes, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. "Look, that guy is updating again." "Tch, what's the use of writing more? I heard that he has stayed in the 'single-player period' for a full three months, and he hasn't even seen a recommendation ticket." "Hey, stop talking, this kind of loser will just be a 'go-getter' in this life." There seemed to be faint jeers from fellow masters all around, and those harsh sarcasms were like poisonous thorns, piercing the young man's heart. He raised his head, looked at the desolate moonlight outside the window, and shouted from the bottom of his soul: "Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully the young... Forget it, let a living person comment!"