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Chapter 18 18.

The country of fire has entered winter, and although there is no cold wind howling, the temperature at night will still make people feel a little cold.

Uchiha Maou wrapped his thick coat tightly, sat bored under the porch, and looked up at the dark night. A bright and bright moon hangs in the air, especially in the middle of the night.

"It's so late, why don't you sleep?"

There were slight footsteps coming from behind, and Zhen Yang followed the sound and found Madara walking down the corridor. He folded his hands into his sleeves and walked towards him calmly.

She looked away and looked down at her bare feet, even though her toes were red from the cold, Zhen Yang had no intention of returning to the house.

"Can't sleep, it's cold."

Madara noticed the other person's red toes with her eyes. He frowned in displeasure, and when he heard her say this, he immediately laughed angrily: "I don't think you're mean to be cold."

Still staying outside because it was too cold, Madara couldn't figure out whether this person really couldn't sleep or didn't want to sleep at all.

Zhenyang pursed his lips, shyly hid his feet in the hem of his clothes, and tried to change the subject: "Is your injury better, just come out and walk around like this?"

"It's not a serious injury, it won't last for that long." Ban leaned on the pillar beside her, her expression unmoved, "Don't change the subject, you can either go to bed now or put on a foot bag and come out, just in time. I can't sleep either, so I can stay with you."

Zhenyang half-closed his eyes and snorted, walked slowly back to the room, and stood in front of him again after a while, but wrapped more tightly than before.

Madara couldn't help laughing and laughing. This person's fear of cold was more serious than he thought. After all, he was a fire-type Uchiha, so what did he want to make trouble with. He was very helpless, got up and left for a while, and walked back with the bottle and cup.

"Drink some, the degree is not high, it can warm up anyway."

He warmed a glass of sake and handed it to Ma Yang, who was willing to show his pale fingers from under his coat, and carefully took it to his lips and took a sip.

The drink is sweet and refreshing, with a strong aroma, and you can smell the light fragrance of rice, which gives her an excellent taste feeling when drinking for the first time.

Zhenyang let out a long sigh of relief, perhaps because his stomach warmed up, and the chatterbox opened naturally.

"Ban..." The woman was holding the cup and murmured like a cat, "Mu Dun among the thousand-handed pillars... Have you thought about how to deal with it?"

Madara glanced at her silently, and said indifferently: "Let's see the tricks, after the last battle, I also have some understanding of his new ninjutsu."

"........."

Zhen Yang was silent for a moment, then said, "This is just the beginning. When his ninjutsu matures, if we can't have the strength to match it, the future situation will be even more unfavorable for us..."

"I know."

Madara turned her head away as if evading, and repeated, "I know that, so don't worry."

Seeing this, she couldn't say anything else. She was so proud that she would not allow herself to interfere in the grievances between him and Qianshouzhu.

Zhen Yang stroked her eyes with one hand. She didn't speak for a long while. She just kept her head down and drank mechanically. After a while, the glass bottomed out. Her cheeks also turned a faint blush, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.

Madara poured her another glass in silence, and Zhenyang stared at the slowly pouring wine, and suddenly smiled: "Madara, do you know the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye?"

Madara's hand that poured the wine shook suddenly, and the wine was spilled directly on the opponent's hand along the rim of the glass.

He secretly took a sip and threw the wine bottle away, and hurriedly found a towel to help her wipe it. As soon as he held the wet hand, he realized that his behavior was inappropriate, and only sighed that he had become confused after drinking.

It's not right now to stop, and it's not good to continue wiping, which makes him very embarrassed.

Madara raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, and found that the other person's eyes were slightly lowered, and he looked straight at the hands they were clasping, but there was no focus.

How bad is her alcohol intake to get drunk after drinking one glass, and this is still a low-percentage sake.

Really...

Madara shook his head and continued to wipe her hands resignedly. Thinking of what Zhen Yang said earlier, his heart moved slightly, and he said tentatively, "Zhen Yang, where did you learn about the kaleidoscope writing wheel eye?"

To be precise, Uchiha, an outsider of Shino, should not have access to such secrets, so where did she learn about it?

Although her father also said that her origin was unknown, but these

next year

Come on, he can still see how sincere the other party is towards Uchiha.

Maou raised the half of his face buried in his jacket and tilted his head dully, as if thinking about something.

"Um... can't tell."

"Why can't you tell?"

"Because it's a secret."

secret?

Ban Chang raised his eyebrows, tempting the drunken person to tell his heart: "Can't even I tell?"

Zhen Yang frowned, as if she was making a very difficult decision. After a long time, she whispered: "It's not impossible, Madara is different, so it's okay to tell you."

Different? Where is it different?

His heart skipped a beat, but there was not the slightest emotion in the eyes of the person on the other side, which made him feel more uneasy and doubtful.

The man leaned beside him, put one hand on the ground and the other on his lips, and slowly approached his ear.

Madara felt that his heart was beating like a drum, and he should keep a distance from her, but his thirst for knowledge caused him to listen carefully to what the other party was trying to say.

"actually, I..."