Just listening to the woman's voice was as thin as a mosquito, the warm breath sprayed around his neck, making him feel hot. But before she could finish speaking, Madara noticed the sinking of her shoulders in the next second, and the man fell directly on top of him and fell asleep.

spot:"........."

In an instant, all the charming atmosphere vanished into a bubble.

Madara closed her eyes, sighed heavily, hugged the person who was about to wrap herself into a ball, got up and walked towards her room.

He suddenly realized that the person in his arms was unexpectedly light. Looking at the thin body, he didn't know where he usually ate. Maybe it was because he became taller, so he felt that the other party was so petite.

Before he knew it, he also grew from a boy who exploded at every turn to a fairly qualified man.

Madara entered her bedroom for the first time. She used to stand outside and look around. To be honest, the layout of Zhenyang's bedroom was really not like a woman's room. It was simple and monotonous, and she even lived with her. It was no different before coming in.

He took out the quilt from the closet and laid it on the tatami. He took off the layered coat wrapped by Zhenyang and folded it aside, then took a deep breath and stuffed the person into the quilt, covered the quilt, and turned to leave.

At this time, he seemed to have kicked something like a hard piece of iron under his feet. It was estimated that it fell out of the cabinet just now. He looked down and found that it was a forehead guard.

Madara picked it up and looked at it. The forehead was engraved with an abstract pattern similar to leaves. He didn't have the impression of this pattern in his mind. on the desk.

The moment before he closed the door, he looked through the crack of the door to the person who was sleeping under the quilt, and his face was deformed by her wanton sleeping posture. The corners of Spot's lips twitched slightly, and her mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

In the middle of the night, the moonlight was like water, and there were a few faint sounds of birdsong in the trees.

Walking alone on the silent corridor, listening to the evening breeze, a heart could not help but slowly settle down.

Madara cleaned up the rest of the mess and drank the remaining wine in the cup in one go. He leaned his hands on the pillar, and looked at the full moon in the sky casually, which was impossible to see.

"Kaleidoscope writing wheel eye...?"

The long tail sound gradually became lower and lower, and then dissipated in the rustling wind.

What secret are you hiding...

Uchiha Maou.

The author has something to say:

Maou: It’s not that I didn’t tell you, it’s force majeure preventing me from speaking.

Chapter 19 19.

The opening of the Kaleidoscope Shaker is often accompanied by pain and torture. Zhen Yang is very clear, both she and her brother Fuyue have experienced heart-wrenching hardships to obtain this curse-like power.

And Uchiha Madara's way of opening her eyes is something she can't think of - Uchiha Tajima died in battle, and he died on the battlefield with his old opponent, both of whom were wounded.

This was a premeditated battle. Uchiha Tajima's move not only directly took away the Senju Buddha who had fought with him all his life, but also gave his eldest son a new power. Qianshou has lost the backbone. Although Senshou Hasuma will serve as the new patriarch, it is not as good as the old patriarch who has experienced many battles. Because of this change, the two clans have to temporarily truce.

The death of Tajima brought a huge shock to Madara and Izuna, especially Madara. It can be said that this tragedy happened in front of him, and it was too late to stop it, which made his writing wheel eyes evolve on the spot.

During these days, Madara Uchiha took over the duties of the patriarch and spent most of the day in the room handling family affairs. Even meals were sometimes sent to the room, and the whole person was in a closed door state.

Maou was very worried, but no amount of comfort from her position was in vain. Tajima was the first person to lend a helping hand to her in this troubled world, and his sacrifice made him sigh again and again.

"Although I am also very sad, I still hope that my brother can get out of the shadow of his father's death as soon as possible. If my father knows his state at this time, I am afraid that he will not be able to sleep peacefully under Jiuquan."

Quanna stood under the cherry tree, letting the raindrops of petals fall on the top of his head, he stretched out his hand to catch one and twisted it in the palm of his hand, after all, he was in a sad mood.

"Sakurabuki is still more spectacular in the country of flowers. If you have the opportunity, you must go there and watch it once."

"There will be a chance." Zhenyang's voice was flat.

The temporary truce made more leisure time. As he grew older, Mao gradually developed the same habit as other female ninjas. When he was not on duty, he wore a red yukata with a fan in his hand. Walking around in the clan again attracted the attention of everyone.

At this moment, she pinched the fan with the carp pattern embroidered in front of her, and slowly fanned it, one by one, extremely lazy.

Just standing there is a beautiful landscape.

This is what Madara saw when she came out of the house.

"What are you talking about?"

"elder brother!"

Seeing that he was finally willing to come out, Quan Nai happily ran to her brother's side to greet him. Feeling his brother's concern, Bangou smiled and gently stroked the top of his hair.

"I'm sorry Quanna, I made you worry."

Quan Nai hugged his arm, pouted and muttered: "Father is gone, brother, you, me and Sister Zhenyang, so don't do this anymore."

"I'm very sorry......"

Madara didn't know what to say other than apologizing, but his actions really worried those who cared about him for a while, and he felt guilty for a moment after thinking about it.

Madara turned to look at the other person who said nothing: "Maou, thank you."

Thank you for helping me comfort Quanna when I failed to fulfill my responsibilities as an older brother, and thank you for always supporting me behind the scenes.

Zhen Yang covered her mouth with a fan and chuckled, her beautiful apricot eyes curved into crescents, but her words carried a harsh tone: "Aren't we friends, there is no need to say thank you, since we are brothers, don't let me That's why my brother is so anxious."