[Naruto] Chronicle of Wood

What can you do in three hours?

According to Madara's original plan, drink tea and chat after the thunderstorm - exchange views with Senshou Zhuma to determine the next course of action, and ask him if he is interested in opening the market by the way, then the meeting can end.

As for now...

Madara didn't want to talk about it, even when the ends of her hair were beginning to appear.

What can you do in three hours?

It can solve hundreds of official documents or go out for a walk to brush up the favorability, or advance the research on the subject of 'discussing the different effects of changes in the natural environment on plant growth' by 10%.There are many things that can be done, but if you ask Ye Zimu, what will He Ban do in the rest of the time?

Sitting on the bed and watching Madara solve breakfast with standard etiquette, Ye Mu's head is knotted... thinking about how to arrange the next time.

click.

The sound of the lunch box being closed brought Ye Zimu back to his senses.

'I'm stuffed. 'Such words would not come out of Madara's mouth.

Madara raised his cup to drink water, Ye Zimu knocked on the bed rail with his hand.

"Are you going back?" / "I'm full."

"..." Ye Zimu looked shocked.

"What's your reaction, and..." Madara looked at Ye Zimu contemptuously, "I remember I told you how much time is left."

"Two hours and six quarters." Ye Zimu replied with a calm expression.

"Have you figured out how to arrange it?" Madara pushed the box away and turned around, putting one hand on the table and asking.

"No."

Hearing Senju Bashima's concise answer, Madara raised her eyebrows: "Aren't you pretty good at talking?"

"Do you want to go out?" Ye Zimu asked, "Or..."

"then what?"

"I don't know either." Ye Zimu said rather annoyed, "Although it seems that there are many places to go, but there is only so little time left, it seems that none of them are very satisfied."

"..."

After struggling for a while, Ye Zimu asked: "I spent almost the same amount of time in Guanglong as you, but I don't know as much about this place as you. Where do you usually go? Is there any particularly interesting place?"

This is kicking the ball back.

Or... Madara felt that the other party was really helpless.

This put Madara in a better mood.

Senshou Bashirama can't do anything... Madara, who was vaguely relieved, decided to settle the score first.

"Come here," Madara ordered, lifting his jaw slightly.

"..." Ye Zimu smiled, "Aren't you hot?"

The sun at three o'clock in the afternoon pours in from the window, shining on the table and brightening the whole space.

Madara sat where it was in direct sunlight.

Ye Zimu, who was still wearing several layers of clothes, didn't want to suffer in the past.

Hearing Ye Zimu's words, Madara was quite surprised: he looked up and down between the thousand-handed pillars sitting on the bed.

Ye Zimu looked back at Shiban with a smile.

Madara stood up as if he had suddenly discovered something.Even with the sun-baked smell on his clothes, Madara was cold: the temperature at Mount Nasu was much higher than this, and Madara was apparently very heat-resistant.

Madara stood in front of Ye Zimu, and Ye Zimu raised his head.

Madara smiled at him, and Ye Zimu's heart tensed up immediately, with a bewildered expression on his face.

Madara waved his hand quickly in front of his eyes.

"What?" Ye Zimu asked.

"Sure enough." Hearing what Madara said, Ye Zimu felt bad.

This feeling was instantly confirmed.

Ban's right hand touched Ye Zimu's throat under the collar, and Ye Zimu immediately grabbed Ban's neck.

It's not that Ye Zimu can't control himself, but Madara's sudden pressure on his vitals made him directly conditioned reflex.

"Blade." Ye Zimu said, "Let go."

"Your reaction is a bit slower than usual." Ignoring Ye Zimu's words, Madara stared at him and said, "If it's normal, you won't be unable to avoid it."

"..."

"I thought it was an illusion." Saying this, he measured Ye Zimu's pulse. "The body temperature rises, the skin burns, the circulation speeds up, and the breathing becomes short of breath. Although the changes in your body are not obvious, there are still subtle differences."

"Madara." Ye Zimu blinked, "I won't be polite if you don't let go."

"I'm a phantom." Madara sneered, "Is your thinking also affected?"

"It doesn't matter to me whether you are a phantom or not." Ye Zimu smiled, "The only remaining ckl can't even use illusion. If I attack your current clone, it will disappear immediately."

"You know how to attack?" Madara asked, slipping her pulse-checking finger.

"Are you going to challenge my nerves all the time?" Ye Zimu asked, "I don't guarantee that I can control it."

"Huh?" Ban didn't care about Ye Zimu's threat at all, instead he scraped the arteries viciously with his nails.

Senjujuma is very self-controlled, this is the conclusion Madara observed.So he was sure that the other party would not attack, but being pinned down would make him very uncomfortable.

Especially in this current state...and if the reflex at this moment is suppressed, then the nerves will produce new records.

If this kind of record comes a few times, it will be easy for Madara to kill him.

This is a double trap.

Madara wanted to know how the other party would solve it.

Ye Zimu knocked down the shaft with his left hand pressing the bed rail.

The devil likes to test people.

But even if you choose the right one, you may not get the gift you want.

Ye Zimu smiled and let go of Zeban's hand: "What did you want to ask just now?"

At the same time, he untied the tie of the Chinese dress.

It was originally re-attached to maintain etiquette.

Since Madara doesn't play cards according to common sense, he doesn't have to follow the rules.

Ye Zimu looked at Madara, and slowly unbuttoned the front layers of buttons.There is a lot of sweat on the exposed skin, which proves that Madara's guess is correct.

Senjujuma's choice was as expected, which made Madara very satisfied.But satisfaction is satisfaction, Madara still didn't let go of the hand pressing on the opponent's vitals.

"This morning." Madara asked, "Your explanation."

The tone fluctuates slightly in the middle, but the ending is extremely powerful.

Ban's unique way of speaking, or... torture.

Even though Ye Zimu was full of witty words, he didn't give the most appropriate explanation - the reason for releasing the spotted pigeons.

"What?" Ye Zimu asked, causing Ban Meng to let out a murderous look.

"What do you think?" Madara asked, while scratching Ye Zimu's neck twice.

"Don't use too much force." Ye Zimu smiled, stretched out his left hand to hold Madara's wrist while moving his body...still within Madara's attack range, but left a little space.

"You want to ask me why I came late?" Ye Zimu raised his head to let Madara pay attention to the sun outside, "It's noon now, isn't it?"

Noon - the time to wake up on weekdays.

What Ye Zimu meant: You usually start at this time and I'm not late.

The sophistry level was raised again.

But Madara is not so easy to solve-since Senju Zhuma guessed that he did it, he would not be unaware that he was awake.

Therefore...

"You don't think the thunder is loud enough?" Madara asked, his tone dark.

"No." Ye Zimu replied, her expression unchanged.

"Ok?"

"You have to guarantee that I won't run away after I tell the answer." Ye Zimu said suddenly.

"Run away?" Madara asked back, his hand ready to move, "Who do you think you are saying this to?"

"That's not necessarily true." Ye Zimu smiled, "Promise to me, you won't disappear."

"..."

This disappearance refers to the active sense, in other words, it is clearly a hook.

But Madara turned his head around a few times and didn't think of what Senju Bashima would say—or Madara felt that the worst result would be to disappear.This price is completely acceptable in exchange for an answer.

"it is good."

As soon as the words fell, Madara's body leaned forward.

Ye Zimu pulled his left hand from just now.Madara was about to back away, but Ye Zimu grabbed the back of Banana's waist with the other hand, and then led him to roll in a circle and a half on the bed.

It's not that Madara didn't react, but he didn't move fast enough.

The left hand was trapped by the opponent and the body, and the other hand was pulled to the top of the head. The calf was pressing against the edge of the bed, so there was no point of strength. The bed and the bed formed a small space.This imprisoned state made Madara say directly: "What are you doing!"

As he spoke, his body struggled.

"Don't you know that you're cool?" Ye Zimu replied, "You know I'm in the middle, but you stretched out your hand, and told you that you can't guarantee that you can control it."

After saying this, Ye Zimu pressed his face between Madara's neck and shoulders.

It's so cool and cool.

It was actually treated as ice cubes!Madara said: "Let me go!"

"Huh?" Ye Zimu sighed at Madara's collar, "Why should I listen to you? Aren't you very happy just now?"

Madara trembled slightly: "You..."

"Want to change into a phantom? Chief Uchiha." Paying attention to Dao Madara's small movements, Ye Zimu asked, "What are you afraid of?"

There is a smile in the language.

This is a thriller!

Knowing that Ye Zimu meant this, but Madara really couldn't disappear at this time.

Because disappearing is tantamount to admitting it.

Senshouzhuma, you are doing well!

In my heart... I cursed Ye Zimu's patch to relax myself - try to ignore the head on the neck.

"Why would I do this." Madara denied with a picky tone, "Didn't you look around and talk about him?"

"Ah." Ye Zimu sighed and continued to cool down.

……

"You keep grinding!" Madara turned his head to the side, showing the dimples on his neck connected to his collarbone, and clenched his hands slightly.

Madara would explode, and Ye Zimu, who noticed the change in Madara, let him go.

Madara kicked Ye Zimu with her feet, and forced him to fall onto the bed with her hands—right side up.

Then he sat up and straightened his clothes.

"I didn't mean it this morning." Ye Zimu lay on the soft bed, looking at the murals on the roof, "I was thinking that Madara Uchiha has a domineering personality and acts as he pleases..."

"Thousand-hand pillars!"

Madara glanced across, but noticed Ye Zimu's cozy look... His face froze immediately.

"Huh?" Ye Zimu said.The meaning after the interrogative sentence is: Don't you want to hear it?

"Get dressed for me." Madao said, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Look." Ye Zimu chuckled and sat up before Madara got angry.

Madara resisted not hitting.

Ye Zimu approached and said, "I want to use your temperament—"

"what?"

"It is more likely to go back to bed and continue to rest this morning than to wait for me before the case."