Naruto, this game world seems a bit real.

Chapter 216 Want to stuff her to death?

Having run out of money, the two had no choice but to return to the hut.

"Qingrou, don't worry, making money is still very easy."

Deidara, fearing she might overthink things, offered words of comfort as soon as he entered the room.

"Ok, I know!"

She said that, but in her heart she was thinking about how to make amends.

After thinking it over, the only option I could do was take on some commissions.

Normally, people would go to ninja villages to request a job, but there are many jobs that ninja villages don't want and will end up on the black market.

Deidara's request yesterday clearly came from someone who wasn't a good person, so naturally we wouldn't dare ask the ninja village for such a request.

Many wandering ninjas and rogue ninjas survive by taking on jobs on the black market.

When he woke up the next day, Deidara was no longer in the room.

Something was still cooking in the pot hanging in the room.

"This guy, he's up so early!"

After finishing the food left by Deidara and washing the dishes, Qingrou put on a black cloak and a mask and went alone to the black market in the town where she had been the day before.

An hour passed, and she hadn't managed to secure a single commission.

Qingrou really didn't expect the competition in the black market to be so fierce, and after thinking about it, she decided to go somewhere else.

On her way, she saw a live porcelain-making competition with a prize of one million yuan for first place. She immediately signed up, and the competition was in three days, which was just enough time for her to practice.

The best way would actually be to ask 'them' for help, but that would be too embarrassing for her to do.

"Qingrou, where did you run off to?" Deidara asked as he saw her return.

"Nothing much, I just went out and picked some fruit!"

"Hey...look." She placed the fruit she had picked along the way on the table.

"Hmm, it looks really sweet!" Deidara picked one up and took a bite.

The next second her expression changed, "It's so sour!"

Once he calmed down, he asked, "Qingrou, do you recognize this fruit?"

"I don't know him." She shook her head.

Upon hearing the answer, Deidara showed no surprise. "Don't pick them if you don't recognize them. What if they're poisonous?"

He gave a brief instruction, then added, "Oh, by the way, I'm going to be away for three days to do a commission. You stay here and wait for me to come back."

Qingrou nodded, indicating that it was no problem, but she still asked, "Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?"

"No need, this request is very simple, it's just a bit far, but I'll hurry back." Deidara mainly didn't want Qingrou to suffer through the elements with him, and he also wanted to prove his strength.

"Okay!" She also had things to do for the next three days anyway.

Early in the morning, Deidara woke up, left some food for Qingrou, and quietly left.

She never expected to be taken care of by Deidara, who was younger than her; it was truly embarrassing.

Qingrou ate her food, feeling extremely depressed, which made her even more determined to win the porcelain competition.

After cleaning up the dishes, Qingrou went out to find clay.

Having dug in the dirt with Deidara a few times, I've learned a thing or two from what I've seen and heard.

It must be said that Deidara is quite professional in this area.

Three days passed quickly. During these days, she didn't practice her ninjutsu but instead focused on making porcelain.

She always saved the best clay she found for Deidara.

Early that morning, Qingrou got up and went to the venue for the porcelain competition.

The prize money is attractive, and quite a few people participate.

Not long after she arrived in town, Deidara returned to the cabin.

"Qingrou isn't supposed to stay here obediently and wait for him."

Deidara quickly noticed that apart from some clay on the table, nothing else had changed in the cabin, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

"Qingrou, she didn't leave, did she? How could she just leave like that without saying goodbye?"

Thinking of this possibility, Deidara felt a surge of resentment; he had clearly returned well in advance.

Upon seeing the clay on the table, Deidara became somewhat angry and picked it up, preparing to throw it away.

She didn't think that leaving the clay would stop him from getting angry.

In the end, Deidara couldn't bear to throw it away; it was something Qingrou had left him.

Where could she have gone? Did she go back to the village?

Or was he kidnapped?

However, given Qingrou's strength, it's impossible for her to be taken away without leaving any trace.

Or...did he leave her alone, get angry, and leave?

Deidara thought about it more and more and felt that this was the most likely possibility.

"No, he has to find her and bring her back. Even if it means going back to the village, he has to take her with him!"

He stood up and was about to walk out when there was a slight noise at the door of the small house.

"Squeak..."

The door was opened, and when he looked up, he was surprised to see that it was Qingrou who had opened it.

"You idiot, who told you to run around like that? I told you to stay put, do you know how worried I was?" Deidara hugged him tightly, his voice full of concern.

He let go after a while, a slight blush crossing his face. "Don't overthink it, I was just showing concern as a companion."

"Yes, I understand!"

"Hey... I'll pay you back some money first."

Qingrou took out the prize money she won for third place in the porcelain competition and handed it to Deidara.

"What do you mean? I told you not to worry about it, but you actually went to make money. Are you alright?" Deidara looked her up and down and was relieved to see that she had no injuries, just a lot of mud on her body.

"I have my principles!" Qingrou said calmly.

"I don't care, I'm here, I don't need you to make money." Deidara wasn't buying it.

He just wanted to give her the best, even though things never went as planned.

"Oh, right, come and see the feast I brought you." Dilada remembered something and pulled Qingrou to the table.

Upon seeing the food in front of him, Qingrou's first thought was that he had been tricked again. He was indeed very naive, or perhaps he had never eaten anything good before.

However, compared to the previous meals, this was indeed a feast. Seeing how excited he was, Qingrou chose not to dampen his spirits.

"Qingrou, try this, and this too..."

Before long, the food in Qingrou's bowl was piled high. If there hadn't been so much room, Deidara probably would have added more.

She stared at the mountain of food in front of her, utterly exasperated. "Is he trying to stuff her to death?"

"I can't eat that much, and I'm on a diet!" Qingrou said, putting the food into Deidara's bowl, leaving only a little for herself.

"Why are you trying to lose weight? You were so thin when I hugged you just now!"

"I suggest that meat is better."

"Like that area on your chest..."

Before Deidara could finish speaking, with a 'bang,' he flew out of the hut like a parabola.

Deidara returned to the hut still looking puzzled, but dared not say another word.

You didn't see how cold Qingrou's aura was enough to freeze a person to death.

He obediently repaired the damaged wooden house before lying down on the bed.

"Qingrou...are you asleep?"

He called out, but Qingrou didn't respond, so he figured she had already fallen asleep.

He hadn't slept well for many days since he left home, but now that Qingrou was by his side, he felt incredibly at ease and fell asleep without realizing it.

After Deidara fell asleep, Qingrou turned over and stared at Deidara sleeping not far away for a while. "Never mind, he's still young and naive. Let him off the hook."