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"...I see, big brother."
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Chapter 24 24.
Early spring, when it is warm and cold.
The ice layer of Nanhe River melted, and the river water was like a blue vein, bending and undulating in the riverbed, Zhang Weng pulsing, and finally merged into the other end of the invisible end.
The clear river reflected his pale and indifferent face, as if he had lost his soul, leaving only his icy and unorganized body.
Zhenyang picked up a stone to break up the reflection, then hugged his legs and buried his head between his knees, and the man's extremely weak face appeared in his mind again.
"Sorry, Maou, I know you want a truce too, but I don't trust Senju. Senju may be able to let go of the hatred, but what about others? Not everyone can be like him, but Uchiha One wrong step will usher in the abyss of doom.”
"Maou, I know I'm self-willed, so let me be self-willed again before I die, don't stop me."
"At the end of the last... Please stay by Brother Ban's side and supervise him not to go astray."
"Even if...he goes against my philosophy, but he's my brother, I can only ask you..."
Quanna......
She still remembered the feeling of that person's cold hand touching her cheek, it was so cold that it seemed like her heart was freezing.
"I guessed you'd be here."
A deep voice came from behind, so familiar that Zhen Yang knew who was coming without turning his head.
"Yeah, you found me again." She replied softly, raised her head and looked at the calm water in panic, before slowly opening her mouth for a long time.
"One person once told me that there is no need to cry for the dead, because it is meaningless. At that time, I took it seriously. I was used to seeing all kinds of life and death, and my heart was already numb."
Years have passed, and the bits and pieces of the deep memory are presented again in front of my eyes, as if the next day. The conversation between Orochimaru and himself at that time seems to be a different feeling now.
The visitor stood quietly behind her, without speaking for a long time, only the woman's cold voice echoed in the empty woods.
"A person is not a grass and a tree, and he can be ruthless, but he has not yet reached the saddest point."
"But, Madara." Maou stood up and casually patted the dust on her clothes, her voice flat and unwavering.
"If one day I'm gone, there's no need to feel sorry for me, just think I'm just living in another world."
She figured it out clearly, she was a person who should not exist in this world, and what happened to her in the future was unknown to her, as long as she lived well in the present, it was enough.
Maybe she still has the luck of returning home, but fourteen years later, no matter how strong the expectation is, it has almost disappeared under the trial of time.
Zhen Yang quietly held the big hand full of calluses, and the temperature from the palm made her feel extremely at ease, and she couldn't help but crave this feeling.
"Madara... From now on, it's just the two of us. We have to live with Quanna's share."
Seeing the woman's incomparably pious movements, Madara's heart trembled for a while, she pulled the gentle and slender plain hand to bring the man into her arms, and lowered her head to rest on her shoulder.
The latter was taken aback by the sudden movement, and just as he was about to struggle back, he felt the wetness of the fabric on his shoulders, and Zhen Yang sighed silently for a moment, reaching out and stroking his back.
Listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat beside her ear, her heart gradually calmed down, letting the man embrace her as if venting.
"Maou, I will definitely... protect you."
There was a hint of choking in his voice, but there was sincerity in his words. Zhenyang's eyes softened, and he fondly stroked the furry head on his shoulders, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Thank you Madara, I have always believed in you so much."
Not long after, Uchiha Izanna was buried.
Before closing the coffin, Zhen Yang took one last look at the figure dressed in white in the coffin. The young man had a relieved smile on his mouth, as if he had fallen asleep.
It was not until the coffin was completely buried in loess that she silently retracted her gaze and suppressed the sourness in her heart.
Before he died, Quanna handed over the kaleidoscope of his eyes to his brother, maybe for the sake of thinking, maybe for new power, the next day Madara asked the medical ninja to arrange an operation to replace the pair of eyes.
Madara, who had just undergone eye replacement surgery, was unable to return to work, and Quanna had passed away, so the important affairs of the clan had to be handled by Maou and Huohe. If there is an undecidable matter, the two of them will read it to Madara, and he will decide.
In this way, these tedious documents have been approved in time.
A few days later, the bandage in front of Madara was finally removed. Although he was still a little depressed after receiving the power of the eternal kaleidoscope, he was trying his best to cheer up. As the patriarch, the most important thing at the moment is to stabilize the hearts of the people and guide Uchiha again. There is no extra time for him to feel sorry.
Uchiha was so silent for a period of time, Madara's temperament became more and more unapproachable, and there was more cold determination in his eyes, as if it would burst out in the next second.
Suddenly one day, he carried everyone on his back to Qianshou's side, and went to the appointment alone with a weapon. Madara had already left the clan for a long time when she came back from her mission and received the news.
"What? Madarago and Qianshou Hurai have a heads-up battle! No one followed?!"
"Master Huonu led a small group of people to follow the patriarch!"
"How long have you been away?"
"About two hours."
She waved away the clan, pinched the bridge of her nose impatiently, and frowned slightly, showing how irritable she was at the moment.