The Uchiha we chased in those years

Some things, once figured out, will rush away in an uncontrollable direction like a torrential flood that bursts the embankment.Ever since Hashirama accepted the very touching setting that two men can get married with a good attitude, everything has changed.

Even the wait of only one day has become long and anxious.

Wanting to see Madara right away, wanting to be able to actually touch him, wanting to tell him all those anxious and eager feelings.Simply put aside those worries and maturity, like the reckless and stupid child many years ago, he can meet the boy who was in Nanhechuan with desperate determination.

So after about three seconds of deliberation (?), Senjujuma left a letter and followed Uchiha Madara's chakra away.He is really not a ninja with excellent perception, but he is extremely sensitive to Uchiha Madara's Chakra, and he can accurately sense his existence even if he is thousands of miles away-this kind of perception has nothing to do with talent and ability. It's like a kind of sympathy.

――So, Madara is indeed my apocalypse.Senshou Zhujian, who was on his way, couldn't help showing a bright and silly smile.

Madara's chakra in the distance is boiling with a strong fighting spirit. Obviously, Madara is fighting a hearty battle.But by the time Senjujuma arrived on the battlefield, Uchiha Madara had already finished the battle.

The tailed beast with nine tails was lazily prostrate on the ground, and Uchiha Madara sat comfortably on its huge head, with one knee bent upwards, and the polished scythe was placed at his feet, reflecting his black body. Hair and snow-white skin reflect the shining brilliance of the blood-red writing sharing eyes.The full moon was low, and he was sitting on the head of the tailed beast, sitting in the sky where the moon could be plucked by the tentacles. Holding a wine glass and tilting his head, he slowly showed a pure smile to him, and his voice seemed to be soaked in fine wine Intoxicatingly mellow: "Hashirama, do you want to drink?"

There are still a few lingering bloody smells in the wind, and the scorching temperature of the flames has not completely dissipated. It is also a desolate scene that has been burned by the fire-but because of the existence of Uchiha Madara, everything here is in the pillars. Suddenly, it has a different meaning in the eyes, and it grows from a barren battle relic into a lush garden with lush vegetation in an instant.

Madara obviously sensed his existence early on, and then hurriedly ended the battle and prepared the wine.This realization made Hashirama feel better.

Hashirama flew up, his nose twitched: "It's the frost fire silver flower that is a specialty of the Land of Thunder. Madara, you are very good at enjoying it."

Madara raised her eyebrows on the right, and when she glanced at her unclosed Sharingan, there was a bewitching red light flowing: "Why did you come out?" Hashirama poured a glass of wine with a smile, and said openly: " I miss you, so I came to find you."

The black-haired Uchiha was stunned for a moment, and then looked very disgusted: "You have to come here a few times so that Senshoubanjian will be pissed off." But the tips of his ears were quietly turning red.

Spotted is so cute.

Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, under the stimulation of alcohol, Hashirama couldn't help but poked the reddish ear tips, and seeing the cool touch was really good, he couldn't help but rub it.Uchiha Madara turned around and grabbed Senju Hashirama, gnashing his teeth next to his ear and said, "Do you think I'm a kitten or puppy who can be teased at will?"

The scorching breath with the smell of alcohol sprayed on the sensitive ears, but it happened to be the person he liked. Hashirama's head, which was a little dizzy after drinking a little wine, seemed to explode a handful of colorful fireworks, bright and bright. Happy and chaotic.

Senju Hashirama, whose mind was temporarily frozen, did not speak. Just as Uchiha Madara turned his face to Senju Hashirama in doubt, Senju Bashirama suddenly approached the unknown Uchiha Madara, and tweeted loudly on his face. After a moment, he broke free from Uchiha Madara's grip while Uchiha Madara was in a daze and his heart fluctuated, and pressed Uchiha Madara back.

With a bit of drunkenness and nine points of anxiety, Senju Bashima said seriously to those flirtatious Sharingan eyes: "Madara, I like you."

Uchiha Madara looked at Senju Hashirama quietly, his blood-red eyes clearly reflected Senju Hashirama's appearance, and the gentle moonlight illuminated Uchiha Madara's expression clearly.

Plop, plop, the sound of a thunderous heartbeat.

Madara moved her lips, as if about to say something.Hashirama couldn't help holding his breath, his eyes were fixed on Madara, and the palms of his hands were sweating coldly.

"I know you like me, and so do I," the unhurried tone, the natural tone, made Hashirama's heart beat even more excitedly.

"Because you are my most important and only recognized friend and opponent."

Madara tilted her head, smiling broadly.

#Whatthefuck? ! ! #

#818Those Ashura series who have been issued cards all the year round and were finally slapped in the face by their friends#

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