Senju Hashima is in a panic every day [Comprehensive]

The two kept facing each other, and Uchiha Madara pressed Senju Hashirama under his body. Because of the sudden change, he didn't even have time to stretch out his hands to support his body. Xia Ri's clothes were very thin, and their chests were very thin. Clinging tightly together, Madara could even feel the other person's heartbeat beneath her.

Bang, bang, bang—a powerful and ambiguous heartbeat from the other party...

The world was quiet for a second, and then Uchiha Madara exploded, he jumped up suddenly, covered his forehead and shouted: "It hurts, it hurts, my forehead is going to swell, what is your head made of? Is it iron, how can it be so hard? Hun Dan, you must have bumped me with your iron bump on purpose!"

Hearing the familiar words, Senshou Bashima recalled that when they first met, Madara lost to himself because of a slap in the face, and he also had the same unconvinced look on his face that blamed you. He came back, and he felt the intense pain on his forehead Feeling, this is definitely not something that illusion can produce.

Really came back, Hashirama tightly closed his eyes, when he felt Madara's heartbeat, he knew all this was real, Madara was still alive, he returned to his youth, although he didn't know why it happened This kind of thing, but as long as Madara is alive, then everything will be fine.

Senju Bashima jumped up vigorously, he hugged Uchiha Madara's waist, and put his ear on the latter's chest, not only that, but one of his hands was still stroking Madara's heart, as if confirming something.

Uchiha Madara: "..." Don't think that you can play hooligans because you are good-looking!

Madara was about to shake off the opponent, but felt a chill in his chest, he paused, and a tearful watermelon head appeared in his mind.

Crying all right, Uchiha Madara's voice carried a ray of anxiety that he hadn't noticed himself: "Hey, what's wrong with you, watermelon head?"

As a result, his words did not have any comforting effect. Instead, Senjujuma's shoulders began to tremble, as if he was crying even more sadly. Seeing this, Uchiha Madara hesitated a little, then raised his hand, and gently stroked the opponent's back On the back, "It's okay, it's okay..."

The sun fell on the bodies that hugged them tightly. In such a brilliant weather, everything seemed to be shining. The facial features between the pillars and the spots looked very soft in the light, and there was a sense of tranquility that gushed out from the bottom of my heart. , the two teenagers felt each other with their eyes closed, the breeze picked up their hair, this moment belonged to each other.

But Uchiha Madara's comfort didn't have much effect, which made him a little frustrated. It's rare for him to comfort others, and he used to treat Quanna like that.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

A burst of laughter came from his chest, Uchiha Madara: "???"

Senju Bashima left Madara's embrace, he had a gorgeous smile that surpassed the sun, and he didn't look like he was crying miserably, Hashirama pointed his index finger at Madara and said in a hearty voice: "You are just so gentle, reminds me of A mother who has long passed away has a feeling of tender and tender maternal love."

Thinking of his dead mother... the feeling of maternal love... a large area of ​​shadow appeared on Uchiha Madara's face, he clenched his fists and asked, "Did you cry?"

Hashirama didn't notice the danger in Madara's voice at all, and nodded briskly.

Madara pointed to the wet clothes on her chest and asked, "Then what is this?"

Senshou Zhujian scratched his face in embarrassment, "Well, I accidentally threw too hard just now, and I spit out a little bit of saliva..."

Before he apologized, he was kicked out by the furious Uchiha Madara, and just about to get up after landing, he was pushed back by Madara on his knees.

Madara was so angry that he pulled Hashirama's collar and yelled furiously: "Are you an idiot? Children can't drool, but you can! Since this mouth can't even achieve the most basic functions, Why don't you let me destroy it for you!"

The deformed Hashirama hurriedly covered his mouth, and began to apologize in trepidation: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

Finally, Madara, who tore Hashirama's collar to pieces, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He let go, and Hashirama, who had already been out of his body, fell softly on the ground. Madara walked to the river and picked up a stone and threw it towards the opposite bank. As a result, when the stone was about to reach the opposite bank, it fell into the river due to the lack of follow-up.

Seeing this spot, he let out a short grunt unwillingly.

Hashirama, who had been brutally raped, was lying on the ground, looking like the flower girl who had been raped by that. He looked up at the sky, as transparent and bright as the purest sapphire and charming, just like what he saw that day.

He stretched out his hand towards the sun, and then slowly clenched his fist. He couldn't help but feel like he had caught the sun. Hashirama showed a confident smile. Since he was brought back to this era, he can change everything. .

There was a sound of stones falling into the water in the distance, and Hashirama looked there, and found that Madara had failed again, so he couldn't help but share his experience: "You can't do this, you have to lift your palm up slightly. Just a little bit."

If you heard me right, there seemed to be a little pride in this tone. Uchiha Madara shot a knife towards Hashirama, who shrank, and Madara retracted his gaze in satisfaction, and then prepared to try the other party's proposal. Opinion.

This action immediately reminded Hashirama of what happened afterwards. No way, Madara scolded him out of embarrassment after failing, and Hashirama immediately stood up and walked towards Madara. It's better for this kind of thing to happen less.

Madara immediately felt the presence of someone behind him, he stopped his movements, and was about to turn around and reprimand the other party for not standing behind him, when his back suddenly softened, and someone came up to him, his pupils constricted.

Hashirama half-hugged Madara, his palm slid all the way down from the opponent's forearm, and then wrapped around Madara's palm, leading the opponent to make a throwing motion, "That's how it is, exert force between the wrists, and the throwing direction is slightly upward ..."

While talking, Hashirama tapped Madara's lower back again: "Well, don't be so tense, you can relax a little, and the effect will be better."

After speaking, he let go of his hand and asked Madara to try it himself, but the other party did not move for a long time, and Hashirama couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Madara woke up from the brief physical contact just now, "It's okay." Then he threw the stone out of his hand.

This time the stone floated beautifully on the water many times and reached the opposite bank smoothly all the way.

"Success..." Uchiha Madara looked down at his palm, the feeling of being wrapped before, and the warmth of the opponent's palm still remained in it, so he couldn't help touching the back of his hand with the other hand .

And the price of staying in your own thoughts is——

"That's great!" Hashirama slapped Madara's shoulder fiercely, and Madara, who was almost thrown into the river by the slap, glared at him fiercely. Hashirama smiled innocently as if he didn't see it. Romantic, "I knew you could do it!"

"Introduce yourself first, my name is Hashirama, I will tell you my last name later."

Uchiha Madara's angry face faded, and he slightly raised the corner of his mouth to answer: "I am Madara."

Hashirama narrowed his eyes with a smile, hello Madara, I'm so glad to meet you again.

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