[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

Good to see a young man who is not like a mortal approaching Madara's face against the light, looked at the hair on his forehead for a while, and began to trim it.

There seemed to be nothing in his blue eyes, but his expression was serious beyond Madara's imagination.

After Fei Shi's flawless face was enlarged, its lethality was obvious, not to mention, no one could survive ten seconds under his focused gaze.

Uchiha Madara's whole body was tense and stiff, his heartbeat soared like a rocket, and his face was burning hot.

His pupils must have dilated again.With such self-defeating thoughts, he no longer cared about concealing and showing off his strength, and looked away in embarrassment.

The slightly moist breath hit his face.

——It can't go on like this.

Madara clenched his fists, stared nervously at Hishi's collar, and began to change the subject in a hoarse voice: "I don't think I've seen you use your kaleidoscope Sharingan. Do you know what power your eyes have? "

Fei Shi paused for a moment.

"I probably know. What's the matter?"

"It's no big deal, don't think too much about it. It's just..."

Madara didn't know what to think of, her heartbeat slowed down a bit, and her face became serious.

"...those eyes will impair vision, so don't use them if you can."

He finally said so, his voice stern.

Fei Shi let down his hair, and glanced at him without showing emotion.

Of course he knew that the kaleidoscope Sharingan would cause vision loss and even blindness.His sister's Kaleidoscope Sharingan came because of him, and Sasuke Uchiha had warned the two of them sternly at that time.

However, for him, this threat does not exist.

Fei Shi didn't answer Madara's words, but reached out and untied the cloth around his neck.

"All right?"

Madara asked in surprise.

"Okay, let's go into the room and take a look in the mirror."

Fei Shi stood up, folded the cloth while talking, and if he didn't pay attention, Ku Wu slipped from his hand and fell on the corridor with two "clangs".

Madara frowned, shifted his eyes from the sharp blade of the hidden weapon to his jade-white feet, and subconsciously said: "Why are you so careless, you are barefoot, what if you scratch yourself..."

As he said, he reached out to touch Kunai.

The noon sun was glaring more and more, Madara looked at the iron ring on the stalk of Kusai, his eyes suddenly blurred, and his finger landed on another place all of a sudden.

His heart tightened, and he raised his head to look at Fei Shi without a trace, seeing that he was putting the cloth on the last pile, he secretly let go of his heart.

The black-haired young man picked up Kunai, handed it to Fei Shi, and said uneasy: "Be careful next time."

The thoughtful hidden weapon with the handle facing outward was not taken by the owner.

Madara raised her head to look at Fei Shi in confusion, but was caught off guard by the deep blue color, and was stunned for a moment.

Fei Shi looked down at him, didn't care about Kunai, but directly exposed him: "Your eyesight has already started to decline, Madara."

Like a thunderbolt exploding beside his ears, his dark pupils shrank, and he froze in place.

Fei Shi didn't need his answer.

He took the Kunai away from Madara's hand and put it away, raised one leg and knelt between his legs, propped one hand on his side, and held his head with the other to keep him from moving around, leaned close to him, without any explanation Grabbed his eyes and began to examine.

"It's stupid to hide something from the doctor when you have something wrong with your body. Remember it."

He unceremoniously described his patriarch as "stupid", but the patriarch who was treated in such a "disrespectful" way was obviously wandering, and he didn't even hear what he said clearly.

Madara's breathing tightened slightly, and the moment Fei Shi approached again, his reason flew to the sky.

The distance was suddenly shortened to a point of bewilderment, the breathing was intertwined, and what sprayed on the face was Fei Shi's warm breath.

Madara's Adam's apple rolled, and passively looked at Fei Shi, looking at his face that was so perfect that it seemed to be shining, suddenly felt a feeling of suffocation.

too close.

Although Fei Shi was seriously checking his eyes with Sharingan, obviously not paying attention to him, Madara still felt that she had been exposed to his eyes at close range, and her dirty thoughts could not be hidden.

His pitch-black eyeballs frantically avoided Fei Shi's eyes, but unexpectedly caught sight of the lips that were close at hand.

His eyes froze suddenly.

The original unsteady breathing became short of breath, and Madara's brain went blank, and the next second, he uncontrollably returned to the dark night with only the two of them a few years ago, back to the kiss that had long been blurred in memory, Back to that sentence ["Because everything between me and Quanna is an exchange of equivalent value"].

A lot of negative emotions piled up, including years of emotional endurance, the battlefield full of corpses, the faces of the clansmen crying and hating, the blurred vision every time during the battle, all the future of the clan was on their shoulders, looking back The dark room at home, the pervasive sound that is about to drive him crazy...

The original unshakable persistence in the eyes of the black-haired young man gradually disappeared like melting ice, his mind became chaotic, and his negative emotions clamored to vent. pink lips.

At this moment, Fei Shi retracted Sharingan and finished the inspection. He frowned unoptimistically, and let go of him while saying, "Your situation is a bit difficult, I——!?"

His words stopped abruptly, his eyes widened slightly, surprise flashed in his eyes, the body that was pulled down by his neck lost his balance, and fell into a ball with the young man who suddenly kissed him forcefully.

His lips were cut, and the smell of blood spread, like a kindling that ignited the stagnant pressure in Ban's chest, clamoring for release and catharsis.

The young man who was proficient in psychology and medicine sensed something was wrong from his expression and breathing rate, and tried to stand up straight with his hands on the ground.

"Blade, why did you—"

The questioning words were sealed in the kiss again regardless.

"Fei Shi...Fei Shi...Fei Shi..."

Uchiha Madara hugged him tightly, murmured his name over and over again, the edges of the black eyes were dangerously red, but the corners of the upturned eyes were unbelievably oozing with water.

He is struggling, in pain, but also longing for a way out.

What lingers in the nose is the smell that can only be dreamed in dreams.

In those few seconds, Uchiha Madara thought a lot, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

A few seconds passed like a long summer, Madara moved his stiff hands, buried his head on Feishi's neck, and whispered at a volume that only each other could hear.

"Just this time...with me..."

The vague words gradually became inaudible.

Uchiha Madara's expression was hidden in the shadow under Fei Shi's body, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He raised his head, avoided Fei Shi's gaze, and kissed him lightly.

sunset.

Qianshou walked hurriedly through the muddy and wet forest, rushing to a certain place non-stop.

The closer you get, the clearer the ups and downs of the majestic Chakra, and the heavier the mood between the doors.

Finally only a few steps away from the goal, Qianshou heaved a sigh of relief, jumped off the tree branch, took a few quick steps across the hills, and opened his mouth to shout: "Brother——"

The call was interrupted in his throat, and he was nailed to the spot when he saw the scene in front of him like a typhoon passing by.

He was overwhelmed.

Looking around, the ferocious twigs filled the plain like huge earthworms, completely changing the flat landform.

The rocky ground with a thickness of several hundred meters was broken as if it had been punched by a giant. Meters high in the sky, or flowing around along the scattered ground...

This area has completely lost its original appearance, and has become a new world of violation and terror.

Looking at those thick plants that easily drilled through the ground and towered into the sky, Qianshou was completely unable to move for a moment.

They looked down at him, like ancient behemoths temporarily sleeping, containing unimaginable power for ordinary people.

That is another level of strength, which has almost surpassed the category of "human beings".

Just as Tobima was immersed in the scene in front of him, his familiar voice rang in his ears as always, pulling him back from the inexplicable heartbeat to the ugly reality in an instant.

"Hakama? Is it time for dinner? Great, I'm starving to death! Do you have mushroom mixed rice tonight? Hahaha mushroom mixed rice is my favorite mushroom mixed rice!"

The second head of Qianshou looked at the eldest brother who was running towards him happily in the form of Erha, his expression immediately became ruthless, and he taught a lesson unceremoniously:

"Brother, look at what you have done!? Have you finished dealing with the family affairs? Why do you have time to mess around here!"

Hashirama's expression suddenly became guilty.He turned around to look at the horrific scene he had created, turned back with a mournful face, and scratched his head bitterly.

"Yeah... I'm really not in the mood to deal with documents. Ashin's wife just got pregnant, so he—"

The god of the ninja world fell silent while talking, with obvious sadness appearing on his face, and his expression turned ashen.

Thousands of hands fell silent.

Hashirama looked up at the blood-red sky, and muttered to himself: "So, is it really impossible to reconcile? When will this pain end?"

The white-haired man glanced at him and folded his arms awe-inspiringly.

"Wars can never end as long as there is hatred."

Thousand hands choked.

He glanced at his younger brother without saying a word, and sighed worriedly: "Feijian, it's because of this that you can't always get a wife."

The heavy topic was distorted in a second, and a crossroad popped out on the forehead between Qianshouban.

"Obviously I don't want to cause that trouble myself! The war is not over yet, what kind of wife should I marry?!"

Qianshou Zhujian Quan pretended not to hear, turned his head and walked home, pretending, sighing and adding fuel to the fire while walking.

"Hey... you have such an unkind temper, no wonder a beauty like Ying Fei Ji doesn't like you, so she switched to Koizumi's embrace~"

"What - I want you to mind your own business!!"

Tobima's face was so horrifying for a moment that Hashirama felt that he would kill his relatives on the spot. Although Tobima told him so every time he was captured from the casino, Senju Hashirama felt that this time it might be true. .

The undignified elder brother immediately gave up.

"Fei, Feijian, I was just joking—"

"Shut up and get the hell out of here!"

"……Oh."

After finishing the lesson, the eldest brother's face was as black as a pot of coal, and he turned around and left in an instant.

Hashirama, who was reprimanded head and face, felt aggrieved, and felt that his brother was no longer cute, and the cold wind of leaving mercilessly hit his face, stirring up fallen leaves.

He turned his head to look at the evil he had created, and sighed with a bitter face.

He was really in a bad mood.The battle came to an end, the pain of the tribe and the gloomy future turned into invisible pressure, pressing towards him like a tide.

He couldn't help crying a few words last night, but was almost punched out of bed by Mito, who thought he was too annoying.

So he wreaks havoc like this today.

But after venting like this, he really felt much better... Sigh, it really is his wife who is the most powerful.

Senshou Bashima stretched his waist, regained his naturally optimistic temperament, and began to think about how to persuade Madara to form an alliance with him.

——By the way, I wonder if Madara feels as much pressure as he does?This battle with a lot of casualties has just ended, so there must be some... How did Madara resolve it?

The qualified Madarabuki thought this way, expecting that the patriarch on the opposite side must have a more advanced way of soothing his emotions than himself.

He took two steps, and suddenly remembered something.

——The instant body art between the doors seems to be getting faster and faster?

The author has something to say: Senshou Hashirama: [Rubbing hands beautifully] How do you relieve stress, Banban?

Uchiha Madara: Come on.

Qianshouzhujian:? ? ? !

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