Naruto, this game world seems a bit real.

Chapter 314 Qingrou Chapter

"Wow...this mushroom is so pretty, it should be edible, right?" Qingrou looked uncertain, but her hands didn't stop moving.

After picking mushrooms, she found that the soil on the ground was good and suitable for making clay, so she started digging again.

Qingrou blinked, wondering why she had such a brain fart as to do something like this, after scooping up a large basket of soil.

"Qingrou, we should go back." Suzuki shouted from a short distance away.

"Brother Suzuki, I'm coming right now." Qingrou responded, but after much hesitation, she still took the soil she had dug back with her.

Suzuki saw the mushrooms she had picked in her basket and quickly said, "Qingrou, these are all poisonous mushrooms you picked. You can't eat them. Throw them away right away."

"Ah...can't I eat it?"

"But it's very pretty, it looks very artistic..." Qingrou pursed her lips, looking incredulous, but in the end she still obediently threw it away.

She threw away the mushrooms she had picked, revealing the soil she had dug up. Suzuki asked in confusion, "Qingrou, why are you digging up so much soil?"

"Ah... this? I need it." Qingrou made up an excuse.

"Oh, I'll carry it for you!" Suzuki leaned closer, while Qingrou took two steps back and said, "Suzuki-nii, it's not very heavy, I can carry it myself."

After saying that, she headed home.

Suzuki watched her retreating figure, his brows furrowing slightly.

Even though they are about to get married, Qingrou doesn't seem very willing to get close to him.

He lied to her, but he truly loved her.

When Qingrou returned home, she was about to empty the soil from her basket when she seemed to remember something and stopped.

Although it was her home, it felt very unfamiliar to her.

When she woke up, she was surrounded by many neighbors, including a man named Suzuki who claimed to be her fiancé.

Qingrou initially didn't believe it, but since everyone in the village was saying it, she had no choice but to believe it. Perhaps she had lost her memory and forgotten everyone, but she still felt that something was wrong.

As night fell, Qingrou quietly carried the soil she had dug during the day to a cave she had discovered that day.

She lit a fire and started working with the clay. After a busy night, she sculpted a half-finished doll.

As dawn approached, she returned to the village.

In the days that followed, she would run into the cave every night and not return home until almost dawn, as her wedding day drew ever closer.

Early that morning, a knocking sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

Qingrou returned from the cave a little late today. She was planning to take a shower and go to bed when she heard someone knocking on the door. She turned around and went to the courtyard gate. "Brother Suzuki, is something the matter?"

"Qingrou, didn't we agree to order the bouquet for the wedding three days from today? Have you forgotten?" Suzuki said, his gaze noticing the dirt on her clothes.

Qingrou noticed his gaze, patted the dirt off her clothes, and said, "Brother Suzuki, I accidentally slipped and fell in the yard just now."

"Falled?"

"Where did you fall...?"

"Are you alright..." Suzuki said, reaching out to take Kiyo's hand.

Qingrou took two steps back. "Brother Suzuki, I just tripped over a stone. I'm going to change my clothes. Wait for me for a moment."

Before Suzuki could speak, Qingrou closed the courtyard gate and returned to her room.

Suzuki breathed a slight sigh of relief when he learned that she hadn't hit her head. He was afraid that if Qingrou remembered, all his lies would be exposed.

Once she's married, it will be a foregone conclusion that she'll remember the past.

On the way to the flower shop, Qingrou kept her distance from Suzuki the whole way, and you couldn't tell at all that they were a couple about to get married.

She considered canceling the wedding several times, but ultimately didn't say it.

Upon returning, she headed straight for the cave.

Only when I arrived at the cave and saw what I had made did I feel a sense of belonging.

Qingrou picked up the last bit of clay and began to knead it with great concentration.

As dawn broke, she stared intently at the object she had sculpted, lost in thought: a man and woman embracing each other.

Both the man and woman were wearing masks, so it was impossible to tell who they were.

After some time, Qingrou began to pack everything in the cave into a box, and then buried it.

Qingrou glanced at the spot one last time, then didn't turn back. She thought she would never come back again.

Deidara was standing on a bird, trying to sculpt a clay doll, but found that he was almost out of clay. So he controlled the bird to land on a mountain not far ahead.

He searched several locations and found that all the clay suitable for making clay had been dug up; this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Could it be Rou'er who did it?" For some reason, he had no reason to think of this possibility.

Thinking of Qingrou, Deidara suddenly lost all interest in finding clay to make clay.

"He searched for three years, but still couldn't find any trace of her."

"Rou'er, where are you?!" Deidara shouted, pounding his fist on the small hill in front of him.

With a loud 'boom,' the cave that Qingrou had buried was revealed.

Deidara paused for a moment before walking in. Looking around, he immediately recognized that people often made clay here.

No wonder he couldn't find them anywhere; they'd all been poached.

"But why are there only traces of clay being made, and no clay at all?" Deidara wondered to himself.

"Perhaps they took them all," he guessed.

He was about to step out of the cave when his feet felt soft and he stopped.

"There are signs that this place has been dug up."

Deidara hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity led him to squat down and start digging.

"A box?" Deidara picked it up, brushed off the dirt, and then opened it.

Instantly, his eyes widened, and his hands trembled slightly as he picked up the contents.

"It must be Rou'er...it must be..."

Deidara suppressed his excitement and searched for any other clues.

Unfortunately, he found nothing else besides these things.

"Calm down...you must calm down." Deidara took a deep breath and took the items out of the box one by one.

Based on his many years of experience, he knew exactly how long these dolls had been sculpted; the shortest time was three days ago.

"Will Qingrou come here again?" Deidara was very uncertain.

Suddenly, a strange feeling swept over him, as if he was about to lose something important.

Deidara clutched his chest. "Something must have happened to Qingrou!"

He picked up the two cuddling dolls and began to use his 'tracking technique'.

Only three days have passed; Rou'er's scent should still linger on it.

Having found his direction, Deidara ran off, "Rou'er...you'll be alright...wait for me."

The wedding ceremony was already halfway through, and the emcee had just asked if anyone had any objections...

"I object!"

Immediately afterwards, with a 'bang,' a person walked in through the door—it was Deidara.

The wedding guests were stunned for a moment, but soon someone reacted and tried to drag Deidara away.

When Deidara saw the person he had been longing for, he could no longer see anyone else.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Qingrou, then hugged her, and said with a heart full of grievances, "Rou'er, didn't we agree that you would only marry me? How could you marry someone else?"

If he hadn't arrived in time, Qingrou would have married someone else. Deidara felt increasingly frightened as he thought about it.

Qingrou was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses and asked, "Who...are you?"

"Rou'er, you...you don't remember me?" Deidara asked incredulously.

Before Qingrou could speak, Suzuki came over to pull her away. Although the two almost got married, he had never even held Qingrou's hand. Now, seeing someone else holding her in his arms, it would be a lie to say he wasn't jealous.

Deidara turned around to avoid Suzuki's movement. He now had good reason to suspect that Suzuki had taken advantage of Qingrou's amnesia to trick her into marrying him.

I have to say Deidara was right.

Suzuki shouted angrily, "Everyone, grab him!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the auditorium rushed over.

Suddenly, an explosion rang out, and everyone stopped in their tracks.

"He's a ninja!" someone exclaimed in alarm.

Just as Deidara was about to kill them all, Qingrou stopped him, saying, "Don't hurt them."

Aside from the marriage, the people here have indeed taken good care of Qingrou.

Upon hearing this, Deidara had no choice but to give up and leave with his men.

Qingrou didn't stop her; she never wanted to get married anyway. Taking advantage of Deidara's presence to leave the village, Qingrou softly asked, "Can you let me go now?"

"I won't let go... I finally found you." Deidara hugged her even tighter and murmured, "Rou'er... I missed you so much."

Qingrou choked, staring at his face. The person who had sculpted the doll earlier seemed to have a concrete face now.

Perhaps they really do know each other, and perhaps they are quite close.

"Can you tell me about the past?" Qingrou asked, no longer bothered by being hugged by Deidara.

“Okay, let’s sit down and I’ll tell you slowly.” Deidara helped Qingrou sit on the bird’s back and began to recount their past days together.

Qingrou felt increasingly uneasy as she listened. "Stop... How could I possibly do that?"

"Rou'er...you don't believe me? You used to rely on me so much, always clinging to me." Deidara said confidently, and before Qingrou could question him, he continued, "Rou'er, it's you who almost married someone else. I haven't even settled the score with you yet."

"That means it didn't work out!" Qingrou muttered, and Deidara was momentarily speechless with frustration.

She was still wearing her wedding dress, and Deidara found it an eyesore no matter how he looked at her.

Upon learning that she had woken up and believed everything others said, he was even more furious.

If he hadn't arrived in time, someone would have poached his wife.

In the end, Deidara was filled with self-blame; if he had found her sooner, none of this would have happened.

"Rou'er... I'm sorry, it's my fault for not finding you sooner."

Qingrou hugged him and whispered, "Don't blame yourself, it's my fault for being so stupid."

"Rou'er...you can only trust my words, do you hear me!" Deidara's expression was serious, and he only relaxed a little when she nodded.

He became annoyed again when he noticed her wedding dress.

They happened to arrive over a small town, and Deidara, carrying Qingrou, found an inn and booked a room.

Under the strange gaze of the innkeeper, Deidara led his men to a room.

As soon as he entered the room, he started to take off Qingrou's wedding dress.

"I...I can do it myself...you can leave." Qingrou pushed him away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Deidara stared at the door, looking extremely frustrated.

Qingrou was about to take it off when she remembered she had no clothes to change into, so she had to put it back on.

It was a bit too difficult to put on, and she dawdled for a long time before she could get it on properly.

Deidara paced back and forth at the door for quite some time without coming out, and Deidara grew increasingly impatient.

"Did Qingrou run away secretly?" At the thought of this possibility, he violently pushed open the door.

"You...you...how did you get in?" Qingrou covered her private parts with both hands.

Deidara had just seen it, and thinking about the scene just now, his nose started to itch, so he quickly turned around to leave.

"Don't go yet, I don't have any clothes to change into," Qingrou said, tugging at his sleeve.

"I'll go out and buy you a set right now, wait for me." Deidara said this and suddenly walked forward, forgetting that Qingrou was still tugging at his sleeve.

Driven by inertia, Qingrou tackled him to the ground.

Gazing at the breathtaking scenery unfolding before him, Deidara involuntarily swallowed hard. "Rou'er... are you throwing yourself into my arms?"

Qingrou blushed and shyly tried to get up, but her hand accidentally touched something and she hurriedly withdrew it. However, this caused her to fall onto Deidara again.

Deidara could no longer resist and pinned the man down, kissing him.

Taking advantage of a moment's respite, Qingrou reminded her, "The door...the door...it seems like it's not closed properly..."

Deidara was taken aback, then laughed and picked her up, placing her on the bed. Her wedding dress had already been removed.

"Rou'er... I would never make such a mistake, what an idiot." He placed a kiss on her forehead, his gaze moving down as he removed the last restraints from Qingrou's body.

His eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

Deidara was no longer a naive boy, and naturally already had some understanding of matters between men and women.

Although he made a ruckus in the room for a while, he still didn't take the final step; he didn't want to stay there.

Deidara didn't plan to linger in the town any longer. He dressed Qingrou in his clothes and controlled the bird to head home.

A castle stands deep in the mountains, surrounded by all sorts of strange sculptures; it looks eerie no matter how you look at it.

"Rou'er, do you really like the place where we'll be living from now on?" Deidara said smugly.

Before Qingrou could react, Deidara carried her into the room.

My first experience with intimacy between a man and a woman was rather brief.

Deidara's face flushed red, but he quickly rallied, "Rou'er...it was just an accident."

Before long, the two began a new round of conversation. He was greatly encouraged by Qingrou's voice, and the conversation lasted longer and longer.

Qingrou then begged for mercy, and he talked to her for a while before stopping.

"I never imagined that the relationship between men and women could be so wonderful!"

Looking at Qingrou's rosy cheeks, he couldn't help but ask, "Rou'er... shall we do it again..."

Qingrou was about to refuse when her words were swallowed back down.

Having experienced the intimacy between men and women, the two spent most of their time in bed for the next period of time. If it weren't for the upcoming wedding, he wouldn't have wanted to leave at all.

The wedding arrangements were handled by his shadow clones.

After getting married, Deidara became increasingly infatuated with Qingrou's body and could never get enough of it.

"Deidara... that's enough... we agreed to go renovate the wall today..."

"Rou'er... tell me how to modify it, and I'll have my shadow clone do it. After I've eaten my fill, we'll go out and see the results."

"No... I want to do it myself..."

"That won't do. I can't bear to see Rou'er do such rough work."

"Rou'er...hold me tight, your husband is here..."

"..."

"Rou'er, you're so beautiful... I can never get enough of you..."

"......"