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

clothing……

Lord Hashirama's clothes? !

Why is Lord Hashirama's clothes in his hands? !

After a hangover, his head was still a little groggy, but when he saw Senju Hashirama's coat, Uchiha Madara's brain instantly sobered up!

He subconsciously threw the dress back.

After thinking for a while, Madara Uchiha stretched out his hand again, picked up the clothes carefully, and sniffed it lightly, even his fingertips were trembling.

what……

The clothes Hashirama-sama wears...

Fold the laundry and set it aside.After tidying up, Uchiha Madara put on the usual patriarchal airs again, and started his day's life as if nothing had happened.

To return the clothes, it happened that there was something in the clan that needed to be discussed with Hokage.So, Uchiha Madara walked out of the settlement and walked in the direction of Hokage Building.

Suddenly there was a rumbling vibration on the ground, like an earthquake.A crowd of people ran across the street in front of them, shouting excitedly.

"The big fat sheep is coming!"

"Go and gamble!"

"Get out of the way, out of the way!"

Madara Uchiha raised his eyebrows and walked slowly towards the casino.

After arriving at the street where the casino is located, people with only a pair of underpants left covered their faces and rushed out.

"Liar!"

"Where is this big fat sheep? It's clearly a big bad wolf!"

In front of the casino, another group of people ran past Uchiha Madara naked, bringing a cool breeze.

Uchiha Madara: "..."

In the casino, the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay.

The aura of the God of Gamblers is too terrifying, but the allure of the big fat sheep is equally great, so that they are now in a dilemma.

No, Hokage-sama still gambles so well, how could he lose as badly as a dog that day!

Could this be Master Naruto's strategy? !

——Confused everyone by constantly losing gambling, so that those who were originally afraid of the God of Gamblers came here one after another, and then won back when there were the most people!

That's it!

The gamblers suddenly realized, and looked at Qianshouzhujian with a little more awe.

You really deserve to be Hokage-sama with extremely high IQ!

Senju Bashima sat triumphantly at the place where the light gathered, shuffling the cards carelessly, but his eyes drifted uncontrollably to Uchiha Madara standing at the door.

Four eyes facing each other.

Uchiha Madara thought for a while, then lifted the curtain and came in, "Master Hokage."

Senshou Zhujian hooked his fingers at him, "Come here."

Uchiha Madara was a little confused, but the people around him looked like "I understand".

Senshou Zhujian's gaze paused for a moment on the clothes held in his arms by the other party, then moved to the handsome face of the other party, and smiled deeply, "That day... where did you go after that?"

Why did he suddenly disappear after a fight in the Valley of the End?

He hadn't heard the answer yet!

That day?

When?

Uchiha Madara was confused.

He only vaguely remembered that yesterday he was drinking with Mr. Zhujian, accidentally got drunk, and lay down in his own room after waking up.

This is what Hashirama-sama should be asking!

It's really disappointing that I didn't drink with Master Hashirama to the end.

So, it wasn't Hashirama-sama who sent him back...

Uchiha Madara felt a sense of loss in his heart, and this unprecedented feeling made him feel strange.

Obviously before, no matter how much Hashirama-sama resisted him, he wouldn't be so sad...

But what about clothes?

Unable to think of anything else, Uchiha Madara had no choice but to answer: "I'm drunk and I'm going home."

Maybe when I went out to get some fresh air, I went back by myself in a daze.

Qianshou Zhujian's smile froze.

The man who fought with himself in the Valley of the End and defeated himself, told himself that he was drunk?

Who are you kidding? !

Senshou Zhujian didn't bother to play around with him, so he raised his slender legs and said coldly: "Tell me, your answer. Do you want to be my friend, or..."

"I don't want to be friends with you." Uchiha Madara interrupted him.

"I hope to be lovers with Master Hashirama."

Surprised all four!

The jaws of the gamblers around fell to the ground.

What did they hear? !

"very good."

After being dazed, Senshou Zhujian suddenly smiled.Uchiha Madara felt his waist being embraced by the other party, and before he had time to react, he suddenly felt dizzy.

He was overwhelmed by Senjujuma on the gambling table.

The bright lights from the ceiling shone directly into the eyes.

Uchiha Madara raised his hand, trying to block the dazzling white light, but was pulled down forcefully by Senju Hashirama.

"To say such a thing... What an evil and dangerous Uchiha." There was a hint of charm in the other party's hoarse voice.

Senshou Zhujian kissed his eyes lightly, strong yet gentle at the same time, like a devout believer.

Uchiha Madara closed his eyes obediently.

Hokage's warm breath was away for a moment, and then a cool kiss fell on his lips.

Uchiha Madara felt that the soft and hot tongue of the other party was gently licking his own lips, slowly poked in, pried open his teeth, and wrapped his tongue around him.

It seemed to be teasing him, to bring him into a deeper and unfathomable realm.

Madara Uchiha's heart was beating like a drum, and he was at a loss.

The temperature on his face rose uncontrollably.

What's even more incredible is that he gradually got used to this feeling.The frustration and sadness just now disappeared, replaced by a sense of satisfaction that can warm the whole heart.

This is... what Mr. Hashirama said... love?

Immediately after the chin, the eyeballs of the surrounding people also fell to the ground.

Well, they knew that the Uchiha patriarch had chased after Hokage-sama, after all, they were drinking together yesterday.

But this progress is too fast!

The long kiss finally ended.Rao is that the ninja's lung capacity is amazing, and he is a little out of breath at this moment.

Senshou Zhuma looked down and glanced at the posture of the two of them at this time.

Uchiha Madara fell back on the large gambling table, his feet still on the ground.He rested one hand on the opponent's back, and rested his elbow on the opponent's head with the other, and his chest and some hidden places were intimately pressed against each other.

At the same time, Senju Bashima was very careful not to let his weight weigh on Madara.

"The waist strength is very good." A satisfied smile flashed across Senju Bashima's eyes.He clung to Uchiha Madara's ear, his voice was low and soft, much hoarse than usual, as if holding a handful of warm sand.

His big hand began to caress the other's waist restlessly, and at the same time, he said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Come to my house at night."

Uchiha Madara was stunned for a moment.

What's the meaning?

"Let's gamble."

Senju Bashima straightened up, as if nothing had happened, with no change in expression, he calmly sat back in the God of Gamblers seat, and tapped the cards in his hand.

"You win, marry me. I win, marry you."