[Comprehensive] What should I do if I wear black?

Speaking of it, Hei Jue's latent ability is indeed much higher.At least in such a dim room, neither Uchiha Madara nor Senjujuma could find him in time.

But Hei Jue's shuriken skills really need to be strengthened.

【watch out!Heijue darts! 】

Protruding from the ground, Hei Ze randomly threw Kunai in the direction of Uchiha Madara.

It's so hard to die, it just flew to the place three inches below the lower abdomen.

Outside the barrier, Uchiha Madara, who witnessed this scene, had black air all over his body!

……court death! ! !

Uchiha Madara of Tsukudo World didn't expect it, but fortunately, his body reacted quickly and avoided it, but his inner thigh was also scratched.

Hei Jue patted his chest in shock.

so far so good.

Almost scrapped Mr. Madara.

Hurry away.

Returning to Heijue outside the barrier, in front of him was a tall Susano, majestic and bursting with murderous aura.

Hei Jue raised his head and smiled awkwardly: "Ha, hello..."

At the critical moment, that black guy of six paths escaped!

Absolutely!

Madara Uchiha turned into a ghost.

"I didn't do it on purpose, Mr. Madara, it's not like you don't know, I haven't received ninja training——"

Hei Jue's screams resounded outside the barrier, but did not reach the ears of the two people in Yuedu World at all.

Black people of six paths are worthy of being black people of six paths, and they are not negligent when it comes to pruning people.The toxicity broke out quickly, and Uchiha Madara was a little unsteady in standing, gritting his teeth and persisting.Seeing this, Senju Zhuma couldn't care about those children anymore, and quickly supported Uchiha Madara.

Of course he found out, it was that guy Heijue who did it.

"Sit down first and don't move."

Let Madara straighten his injured leg, Senju Bashima took out Kunai, and cut off the piece of fabric with skillful technique.

"Ah, shame!" The children who were scared to death just now turned their heads to the other side and covered their eyes with their hands.

See no evil!

Thousands of Hands: "..."

Although this position is a bit daydream, but he is saving people now!Such a holy thing!

Uchiha Madara's thighs showed fair skin, which felt warm and smooth to the touch.A slender cut cut through the delicate skin, and black and red poisonous blood flowed out.

More poison is still spreading, and Uchiha Madara is using Chakra to resist.

Alarm bells for medical ninjas!

Quickly suck the poison out!

Senshou Bashima leaned over and suddenly felt a chill down his back!

He looked away.

Strange, no one behind.

No longer distracted by looking around, Senju Zhuma decided to focus on treatment.

"wait wait wait!"

Uchiha Madara realized what the other party was going to do!

Such an ambiguous posture made his pale face involuntarily stained with blood, "Master Hashirama, there is no need to do this. I can cure this poison myself."

"I'm a medical ninja, and I know better than you," Senju Hashirama stopped the opponent's movements, "Don't move around."

The soft lips gently covered the sensitive skin, Madara Uchiha trembled reflexively.Qianshou Zhujian focused on healing, turning his head from time to time to spit out a mouthful of thick black poisonous blood.

Neither of them spoke anymore.

The children next to them turned their heads and quietly opened a peeping slit with their fingers.

The man with frizzy hair who was brutal before could only sit there with his head slightly lowered, silent.

It really is one thing!

Seeing that haughty and powerful man kneeling beside him like this, sucking out the poisonous blood for himself, Uchiha's eyes were gradually filled with confusion.

"All right."

After sucking out all the poison, Senju Jujuma healed the opponent's wound with medical ninjutsu, then took out a towel, poured clean water from the bamboo tube he carried with him, and wiped away the remaining blood for the opponent.

"Master Hashirama, why did you do this?" Finally, Uchiha Madara opened his mouth, his tone full of confusion, "This poison is very powerful, if you don't pay attention, you will also be poisoned."

After cleaning up, Senshou Bashima took out a bandage and wrapped the area round and round.

Although the wound has healed, as the patriarch, a big cut in his trousers is always a bit detrimental to his image.It's not the cool ripped denim style in Heijue's world.

Put on a bandage and it will cover it well.

Senjujuma even considered this point.

"Because Madara is my most important person." Senju Hashimama said softly while continuing to move his hands, "Mara, brother and the village, you are all existences that I want to protect with my life."

Just a little bit poisonous.

"...Because it's important, so you can take your own life?"

Oh, why do you have to tell me.

"This is a reason, and more importantly..." Qianshou Zhujian was a little embarrassed, but under the embarrassment of the man, he was extraordinarily serious and determined, as deep as the sea and as firm as a mountain.

It seems that the stars are changing, the sea is changing, and it will never change.

"I love you."

After the treatment, Senju Zhuma raised his head, stared at Uchiha Madara, and smiled, "And you forgot? I am a fairy body."

Uchiha Madara lowered his eyes and did not speak.

He was obviously still thinking about what Senshou Zhujian said just now.

With Uchiha Madara sitting on the ground, Senju Hashirama thought about it, and leaned over, putting his hands on Uchiha Madara's shoulders.

The warmth of the palm penetrated through the thin fabric.

Uchiha Madara opened his eyes and stared at Hashirama puzzled.

Senju Hashima has always thought that Madara's eyes are beautiful, with graceful shape and lines, and the writing wheel eyes are red like flames, and when it is pitch black, they are like beautiful obsidian.

Madara is a restrained person who hides all his emotions deeply, like spirits buried deep in a cellar.

Senjujuma could see strong love and strong hatred in Madara's deep black pupils.

so clear.

And this spot obviously doesn't understand very well.

There was nothing but a blank, blank void.

Senshou Zhujian felt a faint pan-acid loss in his heart.

It seems that the ardent love that once started a prairie fire in the eyes of the other party is just a mirror image.

Senju Bashima held Uchiha Madara's shoulders, stared into the other's eyes, and asked seriously.

"Madara, do you know what /love is?"

"..."

***

"These children..."

After a while, Madara's body recovered almost, and the two were ready to leave.

When the two walked to the door, Qianshou Zhujian's eyes were slightly curved, like a hooked Xuanyue.He had a hunch that Madara should agree now.

"Leave them alone, okay?"

Uchiha Madara gave him a complicated look, nodded, and left first.

"Welcome to Konoha, children." After leaving a word, Senju Hashima went to catch up with Madara.

a few days later.

Senjujuma and Uchiha Madara were in the izakaya, chatting while drinking and eating snacks, the atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious.

In fact, Senshou Zhujian has the conditions to take some coercive measures, but the opponent is Madara, and he doesn't want to hurt Madara in the slightest.

So, as usual, he soaked in care and tolerance like a drizzle.One day, Madara will take the initiative to speak.

There was only one thought in the minds of the unidentified onlookers.

——The head of the Uchiha finally caught up with Lord Hokage!

congratulations.

"Hashirama-sama, I'm very happy."

Finally, I was able to drink fine wine with Master Hashirama.

Uchiha Madara of Tsukuyomi World didn't have much arrogance left in front of Senju Bashima, and after drinking, he began to express some thoughts lightly.

"I've been drawn to you since the first time I saw you on the battlefield."

At that time, they were all high-spirited teenagers, and they deserved to be the next patriarch.

The wooden cave is full of vitality, and the flames are bright and dazzling.

"Master Zhujian's Wooden Dungeon is very powerful... Even my Fire Dungeon can't burn it out."

There was a little sadness in Uchiha Madara's eyes, he shook the wine cup, and drank it down, "But Hashirama-sama hates Uchiha very much, and always says we are enemies. If there is no Tobuma-sama and those things happen... maybe we will form an alliance It's simply not possible."

"Even if there is no war, Lord Hashirama is not in a good mood, and always says that peace will not last long, and the Uchiha is an evil and dangerous family."

Madara looked a little drunk.

"Madara, you treat me..." Senju Hashirama asked tentatively, "Is it just worship?"

Uchiha Madara supported his head, his eyes were half closed, and when he heard the words, his whole body trembled slightly.

"Uchiha is a family that doesn't understand love..."

After a while, Uchiha Madara touched his eyes with the other hand.

Confused like walking alone in the dark.

"Even with these most powerful eyes, I still can't see people's hearts clearly."

……

At night, Senju Bashima sent Uchiha Madara, who was so drunk and fell asleep, home.

This feeling made Senshou Zhuma a little novel.

In the past, Madara had always sent him home drunk.

Madara knows that he is not as good at drinking as he is, so he is very restrained in this regard, and always stops drinking when he is slightly tipsy.On the contrary, he, relying on his excessive drinking capacity, drank recklessly, and finally got completely drunk.

"Mara, Madara... Hehe... Peace, peace is about to come true... La la la Madara!" At that time, he hung his whole body on Uchiha Madara, talking nonsense intermittently, pulling Uchiha Madara also stumbled when walking.

"Be quiet!" Uchiha Madara clenched his fists tightly, every time he was given a headache by the drunk Senju Hashirama.

But he never left a drunk man alone.

Read the world monthly.

Senju Zhuma brought Uchiha Madara back to the room, carefully took off the wooden clogs for the other party, and then helped him onto the mattress, covering him with a quilt.

Then Senshou Zhuma found that he couldn't leave.

The corner of the clothes was pulled by Uchiha Madara in his hand, and he tried to pull it a few times but couldn't pull it out. The ninja's strength is not covered.

"..." Senshou Zhujian sighed helplessly, took off his coat calmly, and staged a golden cicada escape.

He stared at Uchiha Madara's sleeping face with warm eyes for a moment, ready to leave.

A ninja with guards should be fine...

Come pick up the clothes tomorrow.

At this time, Uchiha Madara suddenly moved, and the hand holding his coat took the clothes onto the bed.In a daze, Uchiha Madara buried his face in Hashirama's clothes, rolled happily twice, and a few sleepy murmurs came from the gaps in the clothes.

"Hashiyama-sama..."

"like……"

A heart attack!

Senshou Zhujian clutched his chest.

After the fuss for a while, Madara Uchiha fell asleep peacefully.The coat fell on the pillow next to him.

Qianshou Zhujian lifted the hair around his ears so as not to sweep it across his face.He bent down and placed a kiss on the forehead of the other party.

"good sleep."

"spot."

The surrounding scene dissipated.

The last layer of dreams is shattered.

In the white world, Madara Uchiha, whom he was familiar with, walked towards him, smiling very nicely, but his brows were full of rebellion and arrogance, and the violent murderous aura was surging!

"Have you had fun, Hashirama?"