Hokage women's clothing fools Madara, Hashirama won't let me go

Covering his face, Yan Bai couldn't help muttering: "Ah... that's sloppy."

No, the child must be woken up!

Whether it is to scare him or warn him, he must not be allowed to go back and complain.

Chapter 026 Before coming here, consult which crematorium is better

"Flowers blooming in the wilderness~"

"Could you please tell me;"

"Why do people have to hurt each other and fight each other;"

"A flower that blooms majestically~"

"What do you see in your eyes;"

"Why is it always difficult for people to understand each other..."

……

The melodious singing echoed in my ears, like a dream.

Someone... is humming a short and repeated song in his ear, and the surroundings are very quiet, as if the whole world is listening to this song.

The impetuous mood has become calm.

The music is beautiful, but sad to listen to.

Not the heart-piercing sadness that's focused on the surface.

It is a kind of gentle, but helpless, singing the sadness of fate.

Like the whisper of a sympathizer, the murmur of a traveler.

The sadness and tenderness in the heart arise spontaneously.

Many people and things are not ignorant, but helpless.

Many people scattered as they walked;

Many things fade away just by looking at them;

Many dreams are broken while dreaming;

Many tears flowed and dried up...

……

The sight is focusing, the intoxicating starry sky, and the peripheral vision blurred by tears.

Uchiha Izumi felt that the eyelids were very heavy, which is evidence of lack of sleep or excessive use of the eyes.

He didn't know why he was crying.

Maybe it was because of some serious damage to the eye?It must be like this...

Fireflies are busy flying in the field of vision.

Singing came from overhead.

That woman... is in the direction above my head, right?

Her singing has not stopped, but it is deeply affected because of the close distance.

I really want to just close my eyes and continue to sleep...

But Uchiha Izumi knew he couldn't, but he didn't want to disturb the person who sang, or such a beautiful singing voice.

For a moment, Uchiha Quanna seemed to understand why his brother would eat and drink without thinking about sleeping and eating.

Uchiha Izuna seldom praised anything, but he couldn't persuade himself not to praise the silver-haired girl's singing today.

Even Izuna Uchiha can't use the right words to describe the impact of this song on him.

However, Uchiha Quanna didn't know that the reality was far from what he imagined.

Yan Bai put his hand on Uchiha Quanna's head, and has been using "recovery" on him.

But after a long time, I became bored, so I sang it involuntarily.

Yan Bai's hand was still clasped on Uchiha Izuna's skull, and after watching him open his eyes quietly, he kept crying and staring at the night sky as if he had been played badly.

Yan Bai squinted his eyes, and he stopped singing.

This child is awake, still singing?Embarrassing?

Yan Bai stopped singing, and the forest seemed to come alive again at night, replaced by a symphony of insects and wind.

"You..." Uchiha Izuna opened her mouth with difficulty.

Uchiha Izumi recalled what his father had said.

The silver-haired girl in front of him definitely didn't bring any good memories to Madara, otherwise Madara wouldn't open her eyes because of her.

For a while, Uchiha Quanna didn't know what to say.

"You must have come to me on your own initiative, right? Your brother doesn't know, right?" Yan Bai understood after a moment of thought.

The Uchiha clan should be busy with the employer's troubles at present, and Uchiha Tajima should not be free.

As for Uchiha Madara...

Yan Bai thinks that the "special recipe" he sent over will at least make Uchiha Madara toss for a while.

"If you tell Madara about coming to me, he will definitely stop you." Yan Bai chuckled.

To Yan Bai's surprise, Uchiha Quanna struggled a bit, sat up from the grass, and said quietly: "My brother likes you so much, of course he will stop me from seeing you?"

Yan Bai: "..."

Ok?

Why doesn't that sound right?

Liked by Uchiha Madara?

He's not Hashirama, how can he be liked by Madara?

Ah no, it must be Uchiha Izumi's own bloody love story, and it has nothing to do with Uchiha Madara himself.

Yan Bai's smile gradually disappeared, and he said quietly: "I actually feel very sorry to hear your words, it means that you don't understand your brother at all."

Uchiha Quanna felt more intense anger in his heart.

Compared to Uchiha Madara, who had trouble sleeping and eating every day, Yan Bai's response seemed too ruthless to Uchiha Quanna, which made him extremely angry.

In Uchiha Quanna's heart, his brother is the best, only the girl that his brother doesn't like, how can there be a girl who doesn't like his brother.

What he didn't know was that the reality was very different from what he thought in connection with it.

This is probably a side effect of cross-channel chat.

Yan Bai stared at Uchiha Izumi coldly, "When you want to see me, you should first ask Madara about which crematorium is better, where the cemetery has the potential for appreciation, and how to convey your dream to me in the underworld. hatred, and what posture is the most comfortable to die in.”

Uchiha Izumi: "..."

Even though it was only the first time they met, the relationship between the two was as intense as a chemical reaction.

But Uchiha Izuna, who is usually eloquent, was unusually silent and did not argue with Yan Bai.

Because after hearing Yan Bai's words, the pain that had been suppressed by the soft singing voice suddenly woke up.

"What posture is the most comfortable to die in"...

Yes.

The silver-haired girl in front of her was indeed not a weak woman.

Uchiha Izuna's eyes uncontrollably opened the double hooks, and he covered his head with his hands, as if recalling some terrible experience.

Although he suppressed the scream this time, the painful feeling still tormented him like tarsal maggots.

The pain that had been temporarily forgotten had returned.

Uchiha Quanna said with a look of horror:

"It was you... you saved me, right?"

"What kind of ability is that?"

"That...that ability!"

……

Seeing that Uchiha Izuna finally woke up and was about to go crazy again, Yan Bai quickly interrupted his association to divert his attention, "Ah, yes yes yes yes yes yes yes, my cooking is really delicious. "

Damn, it's good not to mention this matter, if it wasn't for the fear that the brat in front of him would die, Yan Bai wouldn't use that technique in front of him.

Uchiha Izuna looked confused: "Ah, it's not...it's..."

Yan Bai hurriedly interrupted him, and continued: "It's nothing, it's late, do you know? I'm leaving, can you stop being insane like this? If it wasn't for fear that you would be taken away by wild dogs, I would have Just go home."

Uchiha Quanna's eyes widened, his eyebrows twitched.

Yan Bai wrapped Uchiha Izuna's ragged upper body with his robe, and said, "You did the Hao fireball technique yourself, and you did it yourself when your clothes were burned, it has nothing to do with me, right? The coat is for you to hide your shame, I am very kind, right?"

Uchiha Izumi was expressionless, and the corners of her lips twitched.

Yan Bai smiled with his back turned away and said very kindly: "If you dare to tell your brother that I bullied you when you go back, your conscience will definitely hurt, right?"

Uchiha Izumi: "..."

Chapter 027 The Whole Family Is Waiting For Your Dinner

Thousand-handed clan.

In the patriarch's mansion.

In the hall, five thousand-handed Buddhas, father and son, were sitting dully around a square table. The rice and dried fish on the table had completely cooled down.

This is the food prepared in the big kitchen of the Thousand Hands Clan. In fact, it is enough for five people to eat, and it can also be very filling.

However, no one moved.

They were silently waiting for Yan Bai's return.

The father and son had the same expression and were very depressed.

Senju Zhuma frowned fiercely. He knew that Yan Bai had gone out today, and he must have gone to Nangachuan. He was very worried that Yan Bai had not come back so late because he went to see Uchiha Madara.

Although he was worried, Qianshou Zhujian didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that if he spoke out, he would arouse the suspicion of Tobima and his father, and add unnecessary trouble to Yan Bai.

The young Wa Jian couldn't help but said: "When will Yan Bai come back? I'm so hungry..."

Qianshou Feijian glanced at his younger brother expressionlessly, and said, "You can eat first, Wajian, father just said, you can start."

On the side, Banjian murmured in a low voice: "I don't want to eat these anymore since I ate the food made by Yan Bai. If Yan Bai comes back, it will be a loss..."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell silent.

Yan Bai has a great influence on everyone in the family, which is not a good sign.

Thousand-handed Buddha lowered his eyes and sighed.

Yan Bai told the Senshou Buddha House with practical actions that he is a qualified Senshou clan, and he is not soft on the Yuyi clan, and he is also against the Uchiha clan.

Moreover, after successfully running against the Yuyi clan, they also rejected the Uchiha clan. Senshou Buddha recognized Yan Bai's ability, fearing that Yan Bai would be miserable, and gave Yan Bai more freedom.

Unexpectedly, it's only been a few days.

Yan Bai just went out and wandered so blatantly and didn't go home.

It's not right to come home so late.

Thousand Hands Buddha closed his eyes, it seems that he still wants to talk about Yan Bai.

Qianshou Feijian got up suddenly, he wanted to say "I'll go find her...", but recalling Yan Bai whose strength was getting more and more terrifying, he sat back again.

When Yan Bai got home, it was about eight o'clock in the evening.

In the Warring States Period, when there was no entertainment, ninjas who had no missions generally spent their time on the kang to deal with everything, making a great contribution to increasing the population of the clan.

However, when Yan Bai saw his father and four older brothers sitting in the living room, five pairs of resentful eyes looked at him.