[Comprehensive] What should I do if Mr. Ban sees me? !

"Madara, why are we here?"

The future God of Ninja was naked from the upper body, lying on the small bed, feeling a little uneasy, and turned to look at his friend next to him.

Horse kills chicken.

Horses kill chickens in Chinatown.

Uchiha Madara and Mochizuki Baimo leaned against the side of the bed.

Uchiha Madara smiled coldly: "Experience the profound Chinese secret arts."

Mochizuki Baitao: "..." Only then did she realize that the old ancestor also had such a strong desire for revenge.

"Anla Hashirama-san, it's something you like."

Thousands of Hands: "..."

The words came out of your mouth, feeling even more uneasy.

After the actual operation, Senshou Zhujian discovered that Baitao was right!

God of Ninja relaxed comfortably, enjoyed the scraping and cupping on his body, and even chatted with the masseuse familiarly.

"This can relax the tendons, reduce swelling and relieve pain!"

"Hey, this guest, you are very kind!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Uchiha Madara: "..."

It's not as good as it was said to be!

"Guest, we have launched a new item here - foot massage! Would you like to try it?" The masseuse took the opportunity to promote, "This is also very good for the human body."

Senshou Zhujian was still thinking about it, when a sinister voice came from the side——

"Do!"

Baitao slandered: What is the ancestor competing for, such a big man...

Senshou Bashirama nodded, smiled at the masseur, "Then I'll leave it to you."

……

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Don't press there!"

"It's so itchy hahaha..."

Inside the store, a certain thousand hands' hearty laughter kept echoing.

shame.

Unexpectedly, this little bit of "torture" was unbearable.

Uchiha Madara looked like he was looking at trash.

The contempt in Madara's eyes was too glaring, and Senju Hashirama, who was about to laugh out loud, took a breath and asked, "Madara did this too?"

Baitao immediately sold Master Ban: "No!"

Senshou Zhujian's natural black attribute popped up: "Madara also come to try?"

"..." Uchiha Madara sneered, "Why would I do such a thing?"

Senshou Zhujian narrowed his eyes: "Could it be that you don't dare?"

"..."

"Afraid of losing to me?"

"..."

"Probably laughing harder than I do."

"..."

Baitao just watched her calm and intelligent ancestor, who was easily "seduced" into bed.

He flicked his clothes, took off his shoes, and lay down.

Come and come!

Isn't it just a JIO massage!

What dares him, Uchiha Madara? !

Another masseuse came to Uchiha Madara and pressed in the same way.

The old grandfather said nothing.

"Hahaha Banha... quite haha, amazing..." Qianshou Zhujian said.

"Hmph, what's the big deal..."

Ever since Master Ban went into battle, Baitao, who has started the audio-visual mode without blind spots: "..."

Madara, your voice just now seems to be trembling...

She found that unlike the Senshou Zhujian expressed by Da Lala, Madara is indeed quite tolerant.

No wonder it can stay underground for decades.

Then there is no point.

Mochizuki Baitao silently twisted the murder weapon hidden behind her with her fingertips——

a feather.

"..."

The old ancestor, who was concentrating on suppressing his laughter, suddenly felt a strange touch on the soles of his feet, which was soft and soft, if there was nothing there.

The stimulation is a hundred times stronger than massage!

Hold back!

Hold back!

Can't laugh! ! !

no!I can't take it anymore--

He raised his upper body, only to realize that the little girl squatted beside the masseur at some point, with her hands behind her back, raised her head, looked up at the sky, and whistled.

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Uchiha Madara: "..."

Come on you.

The feather tips are sticking out of your back!

"Go away, hehe..."

Just in the middle of speaking, Baitao made a surprise attack!

The old ancestor was caught off guard, and let out a laugh that made him want to kill.

What's worse is that the masseuse is still holding his ankle with one hand and working diligently with the other.

The instinct of ninjas to avoid attacks——

As soon as Uchiha Madara made a move, he kicked his opponent's chest!

The innocent person was kicked and hit the wall behind him!

Baitao: "..."

Should I be thankful that my ancestor didn't have the strength to hold back his laughter, so no one died...

Although Senjujuma immediately healed the injury with medical ninjutsu, he and Uchiha Madara were also blacklisted, and they were no longer allowed to step into the horse killing chicken shop.

Uchiha Madara: Ugh.

When does he want to come? !

***

After several hilarious experiences, Senshou Zhujian has formally gotten acquainted with this world. The hospital welcomes this outstanding doctor very much, and his work is also on the right track.The detective agency work of Baitao and Uchiha Madara is also progressing smoothly.

Mochizuki Baitao looked at the email, frowning slightly.

This task is really strange...

"What's wrong?" Uchiha Madara asked.

Baitao took advantage of the situation and gave him a glance at the phone.

——This mission requires someone to pretend to be a couple and sneak into the mission scene.

Uchiha Madara didn't respond.

Mochizuki Baitao continued to look at the task requirements, and muttered in a low voice: "Well... First of all, you need to be decent-looking, your hair color needs to be black, and your height needs to be more than 1.7 meters."

"Secondly, the ability requirements..."

Fried hair, a pair of ears pricked up!

"It seems that there is no requirement for special abilities, as long as the force value is high. Then..."

Baitao read through the requirements.

The ancestor who checked the data silently: Oh, what's so difficult about it!

Isn't it him!

I am the most suitable, choose me!

Mochizuki Baitao's speed of swiping the phone slowed down, and she glanced at her ancestor intentionally or unintentionally.The other party buried her head in processing the documents. Although she didn't interrupt her thoughts, she didn't care at all.

She suddenly felt that it was meaningless for her to do so.

The ancestor said it himself, it was just influenced by supernatural powers, and people didn't mean that at all.

I think so, Mr. Ban is the one who wants to turn the world upside down, how could he gossip and talk about love.

Then there is no need to say anything.

"Ah, I seem to have read it wrong just now," Baitao corrected, "The height requirement is more than 1.8 meters."

Uchiha Madara: "..."

He felt the deep malice of the universe!

One centimeter!

Just one centimeter!

Mochizuki Baitao put away her phone and walked outside, "I'd better find Mr. Hashirama~"

This guy is better at talking.

"..."

boom!

After Baitao left, Uchiha Madara smashed the table with a punch!

Thousand-hand-column-room! ! !

Colleagues around were terrified!

...What has provoked this old man again?

Here, Senshou Zhujian agreed without saying a word.

Thanks to Baitao, Madara and him were able to integrate into this world so quickly.

This is a little busy, as it should be.

After hearing the details of the mission, his smile froze.

"If Mr. Zhujian is not willing, you don't have to force it," Baitao said, "I can find someone else."

"It's not that I don't like it..." Qianshou Zhujian hesitated.

spot……

will kill him...

But there is no way, who said that Madara is not tall enough!

Mochizuki Baitao, who pursues perfection at work, does the same with tasks.

"Yes, this suit really suits you very well, Mr. Hashirama." Baitao nodded in satisfaction.

Senshou Zhujian tugged at his tie, and glanced at his little friend not far away through the full-length mirror.

The other party's face was gloomy.

"When entering the venue, I may need to hold your arm." Baitao pointed to the distance from the foot to the door, "Can I try it first?"

Uchiha Madara who made the background board: "..."

"Okay, okay..." Senshou Zhujian broke out in cold sweat.

"Mr. Hashirama, you can relax a little bit, it's too stiff."

Thousands of Hands: "..."

More than stiff——

He felt like two holes would be stared out of his back by the Sharingan!

As he walked towards the door, Senju Hashirama, who was worried about Madara, turned around——

Right in the middle of a pair of scarlet Sharingan!

spiritual world.

Senju Bashima thought that he would inevitably have a fight with Madara, but he didn't expect that the other party looked him up and down with a cold face, and then turned his back.

"Protect Baitao."

Qianshouzhu was stunned for a moment.

"You're not going?"

"Don't go."

What are you going to do? It's not him that Baitao is looking for.

Senshou Bashira rolled his eyes, walked a few steps, and raised a natural black smile, "Madara, don't you-"

"Are you jealous?"

jealous...

Well...

Right ...

Uchiha Madara turned around immediately: "I didn't!"

Senshou Zhujian's smile was unbearable.

I didn't expect to see Madara like this in my lifetime.

"You look like you're jealous!"

Uchiha Madara repeated again: "I didn't!"

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who believes.

Uchiha Madara held back his ready-to-move hand and told himself to be calm, it would be bad if he delayed the task of the detective agency later.

Senju Zhuma stopped probing at the edge of his little friend's fried hair, and motioned to himself: "Madara, I look good in this outfit!"

Suits and leather shoes!

He still remembers that not long after we met when he was a child, Madara complained about his rustic clothes, which caused him to change countless sets of clothes in one summer, but Uchiha Madara's evaluation remained the same——

"earth."

Thousands of Hands: "..."

Listed out of the spiritual world.

From the perspective of the outside world, the conversation between the two was only a moment of distraction.Mochizuki Baitao, who was not pulled into the spiritual world, was confused: "What's wrong, Mr. Hashirama?"

"Nothing." Qianshou Zhujian said, "Let's go."

……

Like many battles in the past, the venue was finally reduced to a sea of ​​flames.

The person sent by the detective agency to respond is Uchiha Madara.He stood outside the door, watching the two men walking side by side.

Mochizuki Baitao gestured to him——

mission completed!

"I'll go first." Senju Bashirama hurriedly slipped away.

People pay you back.

Baitao walked up to Uchiha Madara, and commented on his previous experience: "Mr. Hashirama's wooden escape is really powerful. When the battle started, all irrelevant people evacuated under his cover."

No one is hurt.

Violent output nanny is really easy to use!

Uchiha Madara snorted coldly.

When I saw Susano, why didn't I see you so excited?

"As planned, after Mr. Hashirama and I entered the venue, in order to disturb the enemy's audiovisual, we first entered the dance floor..."

Uchiha Madara turned and left.

"After the dance, the enemy hasn't moved yet, so we...you wait!"

Mochizuki Baimo said, and realized that Uchiha Madara was walking faster and faster, she almost had to trot to catch up.

"I don't want to hear the details." Uchiha Madara said coldly.

Mochizuki Baitao: "..."

But this is a task - to report to the support members.

She simply stopped chasing and stood where she was, "Master Madara," frowning, "There's something wrong with you."

Hearing this, the man stopped in his tracks.

turn around-

All emotions are dormant in the thick blackness. Baitao has seen these eyes many times, but this time, the feeling is more strange than ever.

Unspeakably complicated.

He spoke slowly.

"Since I met you, I've been wrong."

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★ Thanks to "Zero Night" baby mine.