I am Uchiha Madara

♂nbsp; The completely liberated soul power broke through Madara's restriction on Sharingan, and the kaleidoscope was instantly upgraded to the eternal kaleidoscope. This majestic power shocked the mind, penetrated into the limbs and reverberated around the body.In an instant, Madara felt that the world was distorting and his body was breaking.

Even though his mind was far superior to that of ordinary people, he only lasted less than half a minute.Both mentally and physically, he tried his best to help Senju Hashirama break through Uchiha Flame's illusion. His mental strength was overdrawn and he fell into a severe coma again. When he woke up, he was already lying here.

"These eternal kaleidoscopes can be considered a blessing in disguise." Madara lowered his eyes and opened them again. The black turned into blood, and the pattern of a six-pointed star was quietly embedded in the middle of the blood jade, mysterious and enchanting.

The magnificent brilliance flowing in this eye made people unable to help but indulge in it, and even Hashirama was in a trance for a moment.After the trance, he concentrated on feeling the powerful force that was ready to go out.

The legendary and extremely powerful Eternal Kaleidoscope naturally makes people want to find out, but the most important thing now is not this.

"You trade your soul for the future of the world"

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Madara smiled slightly, "But it's true."

"It's not that I don't believe it." Hashirama felt that his throat was dry and he couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say for a moment. His words were so pale and weak.

The truth of the world had a great impact on him, and Madara's sacrifice made his heart feel sour and painful beyond words, but if he was allowed to choose, the result would be the same.The most uncomfortable thing in life is not being unable to do it, but having to do it.

Hashirama understands this truth, and so does Madara.

So Bancha changed the subject: "Aren't you curious?"

"What are you curious about?" Hashirama said dullly.

"I was reincarnated from another world."

"What I identify is just you, it has nothing to do with identity."

Madara laughed while holding on to the bed. He smiled and touched his chest and took a few breaths before he recovered. He looked at Hashirama with unusually bright eyes: "That's not what I meant. Forget it, you idiot."

The intimacy contained in the "idiot" made Hashirama blush slightly.

"I've always wanted to say this." Madara said with a smile.

"Hey, I'm not too stupid," Hashirama retorted.He believed that his mind was incomparable to that of the monster in front of him, at least it was above normal level.

"Because of the inexplicable insistence on giving up visible benefits, not pursuing what others are eager for, and sacrificing one's life for an illusory ideal, what is he other than a fool?" Madara held up his chin, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, "However, there is only Only a fool like you can create unprecedented history."

Hashirama looked at him unconsciously, Madara smiled slightly and did not explain.

It’s not surprising that the future is like that.Madara even felt that it was a matter of course that the future Senju Hashirama could build Konoha, stabilize the situation on the continent, and even defeat Uchiha Madara in the end.

Ordinary people think that good people are weak, gentlemen can be bullied, and those with great ideals are unrealistic. Therefore, there are many people in the world who are aggressive and profit-seeking, short-sighted, disloyal and treacherous.They not only regard this as their survival creed, but also mock the goodness of good people, the virtues of gentlemen, the perseverance of believers, and the hopes of ambitious people.Putting up all the precautions to face the world, not daring to think or do, daring not to take responsibility, not daring to fail, unable to take up and let go. Because of this, the achievements of these people only stop here.

There is only one Senju Hashirama in this world.

Madara raised her eyebrows slightly, looked into his dark eyes, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.The other person's body trembled slightly and he hugged him with his backhand.

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"Don't talk about things when they are done, don't admonish when things are done, and don't blame the past. The most important thing is the present."

The tip of her nose was pressed against his cheek and she was rubbing it slowly, and the breath she exhaled slightly slipped from his eyes to the corners of his lips as he spoke.In an informal atmosphere, no matter how serious your words are, they will have deep meaning.

Both of them remembered the unfinished business at the same time.

Originating from the original desire of human beings, there is no need to think too much, it will happen naturally.Madara slowly moved down in this face-to-face posture, stopping at the most deadly part of the neck.

Hashirama's hands holding him tightened, and the ridge on his throat slid up and down due to tension.Madara opened his mouth, and the slightly pointed canine teeth rubbed his Adam's apple like a dagger on a whetstone, rising and falling, sometimes light and sometimes heavy.

This beauty with her lowered eyebrows and ambiguous expression, this man leaning down within reach, this former rival and enemy with his sharp teeth at his fatal point, this existence that makes countless people look up to or fear, with the most fragile Lying in his arms in the most dangerous posture, the joy in his heart spread more and more wildly under some inexplicable taboo feeling.

The heat is rising sharply, and sanity is on the verge of collapse.

Those close eyes glowed with a magnificent red color, and the glint of blood was intoxicating, just like the gorgeous red roses and the enchanting flowers of the other side, which caused people to have desires and evil thoughts.

I don’t know who started the action first.Wherever the fingers tease, the white gauze that tightly binds the waist floats down; where the lips and teeth bite, the solid-color cross-collar top opens up to the beautiful scenery; the loose long hair is intertwined, and with the slightest movement, it passes over the penis's skin like a dragonfly. This The coldness meets the burning heat, being so close yet so far away, scratching the itch but not satisfying it, is the ultimate temptation.

There will always be a moment when moral judgment and worldly vision are so pale and powerless.These things that emerged after the establishment of human society were nothing at the beginning.

Coitus is the instinct of animals, and intercourse with the one you love is the instinct of human nature.No one can resist instinct, as long as he is a man.

Lust exploded in his mind, and his normally calm and sharp eyes blurred. The patterns of the same color on the walls of the Japanese room became blurred, and the pattern on the tatami blurred into a large block of color.Hot, panting, and heartbeats surrounded the whole world. Except for the person he touched, heard, and heard, everything was unreal. The latest chapter of Return to the Anti-Japanese War.

The body melts in the heat of desire, the consciousness falls infinitely, but the soul floats gently.He unconsciously murmured his lover's name, and messy scenes flashed through his mind: Madara who looked at each other with a tacit understanding when they first met, Madara who was calm and arrogant in the country of snow, Madara who was decisive and decisive during negotiations, how he drifted to another The fragments of Madara, who was relaxed and playful when the world was relieved of his burden, and Madara who gazed tenderly and smiled at random moments, were mixed and mixed, and then exploded, leaving nothing in the vast expanse.

Don't think about anything.

This person is by your side, in your hands, what else do you need to remember?

No, I seem to have forgotten something

There is nothing that must be remembered.

No, something is wrong.

Follow your instincts.

Bloody pupils stared at him, like a whispering devil: Since this absurd world is just a show, why should you be reserved? Indulge, just like your body desires; indulge, just like you will die tomorrow; fall, Like the world is about to be destroyed

Hashirama seemed to feel that something was broken in his heart, and his body and soul suddenly felt light.

This shuddering ease contains the joy of destruction.Like a kite freed from the pull of a thin string, it rises leisurely, or like a leap from a cliff, it falls sharply.

There is no sky above, no ground below, and the tide is everywhere.Nothing can sustain his will, only desire is real.

Dripping freely.

Human nature tends toward corruption. This is a fact, not a sin.

Doesn’t the power of rising come from falling?

How good a person is, how much he wants to see the abyss of evil.How great is the fear when breaking through the inner shackles, how great is the pleasure of taboo.

What's more, the two of them are not good in the traditional sense: Madara is detached, and Hashirama is tolerant.

At this moment, only each other is left.

In the courtyard, the maid carrying porridge and side dishes froze in embarrassment, while Uchiha Yan, who had just returned, had an expression other than calmness on his face for the first time.

His paralyzed face cracked with a crack.

Qian, hand, pillar, room

The head of the family is still weak. You actually attacked your sanity? Your morals are inhumane and shameless. As for the possibility that the wise, powerful and omnipotent family head seduces Senju Hashirama, haha.

Uchiha En turned his head, decisively ignoring his intuition, and then without hesitation labeled someone in the room as inferior to a beast.

To be able to sit on the chair of "Uchiha Madara's most profitable subordinate", in addition to the intellectual loyalty that Madara admires, Uchiha En also possesses the qualities that every guard member must have: sensible.

Specifically, even if he stabbed Senju Hashirama ten thousand times in his heart, he could turn around and order the maid in an orderly manner to prepare food and hot water for bathing again.Then he waited in the side hall with a serious business face.

Of course Madara knew that Uchiha En was coming, and he did not stop moving.Hashirama struggled a bit, but was suppressed by the thin but not weak white jade wrist.

"Leave him alone" Madara whispered in his ear, his eyes turning red.The focus in Hashirama's pupils dispersed again.

Master, if you use the Sharingan for something like this, the Uchihas will cry.

After the clouds had cleared and the rain had settled, I enjoyed another bath carefully arranged by Uchiha En. The head of the Uchiha clan slowly put on his coat and was reborn in the era of power.In front of you is a table of tonic soups and nutritious porridge that are delicious, tasty and tasty.Madara brought his own bowl of white porridge, and pushed all the good things to Hashirama with a smile, with a rather subtle expression of flattery on his face.

Hashirama's low pressure continued after he woke up from his affair.He has super resilience, and the other person is his lover, so naturally what he is angry about is not trivial issues such as getting in and out of bed.

He was angry because Madara was messing around

"How dare you do something like this when you are so weak?" Once his face, which is usually as gentle as the brother next door, turned serious, he became very calm and confident. "I even used the Sharingan, eh." He said "um" at the end of the words, which was quite impressive. The true story of Uchiha Madara intimidating his subordinates.

Someone just got up after lying down for four days, exercising vigorously and using the Sharingan. The load on the body is undoubtedly huge.

Madara didn't take it seriously: "I know my physical condition."

What's going on with this "I'm stepping on the bottom line and I won't screw myself up" tone. Hashirama's eyes darkened a bit, making Madara's heart skip a beat and his body reflexively move into a vigilant posture.Unexpectedly, the other party just sighed, tilted his head slightly, and his low voice indicated his unwavering persistence: "No matter what, don't do this kind of thing in the future."

"Oh, what kind of thing?" Madara smiled implicitly.

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Facts have proved that it is always difficult for Senju Hashirama to keep a straight face towards the man named Uchiha Madara.Whether it's "Don't do that when you're not in good health next time" or "Don't open the Sharingan to seduce me", these are not sentences that Senju Hashirama can say. It's simply too naive to compare with Bambi's lower limit of shame.

Although he looked serious on the outside, Hashirama actually felt regret and guilt in his heart.

Under normal circumstances, he would never talk to a weak person. This time, Madara was obviously the first to strike, and he used the Sharingan illegally.Not only in the moment of emotion, but also with the cheating device that has just been upgraded to eternity, the saint will not be able to control it.

But after everything passed, he felt refreshed, but Madara's condition was even worse. No one knew better than him whether a person's body was really good or forced to hold on.After bathing, Madara was wearing a white silk yukata, with his long hair disheveled and leaning on the soft couch. The black and white contrast made him look even thinner and weaker, as if he was the person underneath just now, as if he was lazy and weak.

Habitually taking responsibility for things, especially those involving his lover, Hashirama couldn't help but blame himself.

Madara was happy to see Hashirama pay for his willfulness, but he didn't want him to feel so guilty anymore. "I know propriety."

Hashirama showed his doubts about "property" with his eyes.

His sweetheart was more difficult to fool than before. He Poban twitched the corner of his mouth in a vague way, and could only change his words to a clearer statement: "I won't do it next time, absolutely."

Hashirama looked away.

"But the Sharingan is a good sex prop, you can have this." Madara suddenly said as he put down the bowl.

Hashirama: cough cough cough

"Eat quickly, Lord Yan has been waiting outside for a long time."

Hashirama-kun said: He didn’t want to see the Uchiha who had been listening to the wall for a long time.

The author has something to say:

Yanjun, is it really okay to ignore the truth like this?

Hashirama-kun said he was lying down: 3

Madara touched his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

As for the broken ones, they are Madara’s integrity and Hashirama-kun, your lower limit, candle