Traveling through Naruto: I am the strongest rotten person!

Not everyone can endure sitting in the cold wind for more than two hours. Sitting without moving will cause the body's heat to drain away little by little. In the end, even Hashirama was so cold that he started to have a runny nose.

"No, no, I can't sit still anymore. Find a place to warm up."

After saying goodbye to a group of children, Hashirama took Madara and went elsewhere. It would be good to drink some wine or hot soup. In short, he had to warm up his body first. If he caught a cold due to cold, he would most likely be waterlogged when he returned to Konoha. The household talks about death.

The largest hot spring street in Yuno Kuni can be said to be built specifically for travelers. It not only has hot springs, but also provides one-stop services for eating, drinking and entertainment. Coupled with the ice and snow festival, the flow of people is more than usual and it is more lively.

Hashirama took Madara to the izakaya and drank two cups of hot rice wine. His cold body gradually warmed up. After his body warmed up, his five senses were much more sensitive than when he was frozen. His ears were unconscious. The ground moved, and a familiar voice attracted him.

He saw Hashirama's body turning towards the source of the sound, facing a thick wall.

"Boss, is there a casino next door?"

The owner of the izakaya nodded with a smile, "This guest is right. Do you want to go over and play a few games? I heard that many of the guests are very lucky today. I think it's the first day of the festival, so the gods are blessing me."

The words "Many customers are very lucky" successfully aroused the greed in Hashirama's heart. The upright face now showed the light that can only be seen on the face of gamblers. Madara secretly said "bad" , his hands subconsciously covered the wallet that was already very poor around his waist.

"Madara, go ahead and give it a try. God will bless you tonight!"

With his eyebrows lowered, Madara looked a little scary, but Hashirama was not afraid of him and begged him to come with him with a smile.

"Go, go, just play a few games, you will definitely win, you believe me."

"..." There is no trust left.

"We're out to play. We have to do something. My stomach is full and I can't eat anymore. Should we go to Wenrou Township for a walk?"

"..."

Wenrou Township is the most troublesome, and besides, he is not good at that.

Those women were twisting their waists, with kitschy smiles on their faces. The smell of powder on their bodies was so strong that it made people want to sneeze. There was also that sweet sound that was so sweet that it made people feel uncomfortable. Madara couldn't help but think about it. Frown.

"Why, do you want to go? If you want to go, hurry up. I understand. After all, Madara, you are always alone, and everyone has needs. Even if you want to go, I understand and can understand it."

Such embarrassing words came out of Hashirama's mouth very openly, with a serious smile on his face, as if what he just said was not embarrassing, it was just as normal as chatting about the weather.

Hashirama did it on purpose. He had ten thousand ways to deal with Madara, and he never failed.

"Let's go, let's go," Hashirama pulled Madara's slightly loose robe sleeves and pulled him out of the izakaya.

The owner of the izakaya smiled knowingly and revealed the information to them very thoughtfully. He said mysteriously: "There is a new dancer in the brothel opposite who is very good at dancing. She is also very beautiful. She is There is a rare beauty, you two can go find her, but the price is more expensive."

However, seeing that these two guests were well-dressed and well-dressed, and the materials were definitely not the ordinary ones on the street, money was not a problem for such people.

Madara didn't like the feeling, as if he really had to go to a brothel.

His tone was a bit unnaturally cold. He shook off Hashirama's hand holding his sleeve and said reluctantly: "Go to the next door!"

Opposite is a brothel and next door is a casino. Hashirama showed a sly smile of victory and silently praised the owner of the izakaya. This owner is really a good assistant.

The casino was bustling with people. Although it was a little shabby compared to the casinos where they went before, it was much larger and more luxurious than the ones in Konoha Village.

In this way, it seems that the palm-sized casino in Konoha was built by Tobirama to keep Hashirama from running out of the village. It followed formalism. How could it be better?

It's different here. The casino is divided into several different areas, and there are more games to play, which can meet the needs of different gamblers. Hashirama with an excited face and Madara with a depressed face are standing together, inexplicably incompatible. The tone is very similar to the housekeeper of a noble family and the useless eldest son of their family. Because their auras are so completely opposite, the people around them once cast curious glances at them.

Madara glanced around. It was a mixed bag. There were ordinary travelers who came in to try their skills, and there were also shabby travelers who looked like losers and lost all their money. They didn't believe in evil and came to try again. Those who behaved elegantly and had faint smiles on their faces, won or lost. The ones who didn't care were obviously the nobles.

Hashirama lingered for a while, and quickly locked on the project he wanted to play, rolling dice. This was a no-brainer, and Hashirama didn't bother to play it because it was too complicated.

"How much money do you still have? If it's not enough, go find Izuna. He will definitely give it to you." Sitting at the gambling table, Hashirama kindly reminded Madara.

"..."

Sure enough, it was just as Joruri predicted.

However, Madara doesn't intend to cheat his brother. If he really loses too much, he plans to make Hashirama the croupier here to pay off the debt.

However, what they never expected was that Hashirama, who always lost more than he won, seemed to have particularly good luck this night. Except for losing the first two rounds, he was like a god in the following, winning every round, as if There really is a god on his side, blessing him with a lot of money.

When he first won, Hashirama was quite happy, but as the unbeaten record accumulated from game to game, the smile gradually disappeared from Hashirama's face.

After putting all the money he won into Madara's wallet, Hashirama fell into confusion holding the remaining pile of coins that couldn't be put in.

Madara looked at him sideways, and he couldn't figure out what Hashirama was thinking. Which gambler doesn't like to win, but Hashirama didn't seem to like winning. He stood at the entrance of the casino and stuffed coins into Madara's hands. He actually listened. A sigh came from Hashirama.

"Oh, it's boring..."

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"It's so strange. Logically speaking, I can't win..."

"Did that croupier fall in love with you and deliberately let you off?" Madara finally found the opportunity to tease him.

I still remember that as soon as Hashirama went to sit down at the gaming table, the beautiful dealer in a kimono with exposed arms immediately lit up her eyes, and even her smile became more charming, as if she was saying that she finally got the person she wanted to wait for. .

Hashirama looks very masculine and upright. This kind of appearance is very popular among mature women. He is very different from those gamblers who are stuck in the mud. When you meet such a gambler, you can really shine.

Hashirama shook his head, "Croupier, I don't remember what she looks like. I just remember that her fingers are thicker. Such thick fingers are quite rare on the gaming table."

The croupiers in the casino have always paid special attention to their hands. In order to maintain sensitivity, they would like to soak them in milk every day. They try not to use their hands if possible. Some even insure them for a large amount of money.

"Perhaps it's because her fingers are thicker and her kung fu is not good enough that you were lucky enough to win." Madara didn't quite understand this, so he thought to himself.

Hashirama didn't speak, but there was a hint of weirdness in his expression.

People kept coming in and out of the casino, some were thrown out crying for their fathers and mothers, and there were also nobles or wealthy businessmen who walked in surrounded by geishas.

Madara went to look at Hashirama. Hashirama was looking at the ground with his eyes downcast, still looking a little confused.

Patting Hashirama's shoulder with one hand, Madara showed a rare smile, "You are such a strange person. Isn't it something to be happy about if you win?"

Hashirama looked at Madara and was stunned for a while, then he laughed and said lightly: "That's right, it's a good thing."

However, the last time he went smoothly in the casino and won back all the money he lost in a year, Madara took Kyuubi back to Konoha, and he killed Madara behind his back...

"Where are we going now?"

Madara asked him as he looked at the busy streets with people coming and going.

"Go find Izuna and Joruri first, and then meet up with Tobirama."

Madara was a little surprised, but seeing Hashirama's serious expression, he always felt that this lively night was not as peaceful as it seemed.

His eyes darkened, and he nodded: "Ah, I'll do as you say."