As for the final result of the election, tsk, not to mention.

Speaking of... In her era, two of the three Hokage were Senju, and when will Uchiha make a Hokage?

The ninjas who are also building the village can't go out without a Hokage, right? You can't let a thousand-handed family dominate.

In any case, there should always be one.

If I hadn't come to this era, I should have competed for the position of the fourth-generation Hokage. Even if the results were unsatisfactory, it was a good start to some extent, and it was also a good thing for Uchiha.

Unfortunately

The woman shook her head and sat down in the corridor with a look of regret, seemingly troubled by something that was difficult to solve.

Madara just saw such a picture when he returned to the mansion. He subconsciously raised his lips, and the original bad mood was relieved a little.

"Why are you sitting here, are you looking for me for something?"

Zhenyang looked at the people who came, and after a moment of silence, she still said her intention: "Madara, I want to move out, so I will let you know."

Hearing this, Madara Uchiha's lips that had just risen instantly pressed down, and her tone became a little darker.

"Why do you suddenly have this idea?"

Feeling the displeasure in the other's tone, she lowered her head and stared blankly at her toes, quickly sorting out the words in her mind.

"Neither of us are married nor are we related by blood. If we live together, we will inevitably gossip. If you want to marry a wife in the future, it is better to draw a clear line with me as soon as possible, so as not to be affected by me alone."

Seeing that his face darkened, Zhen Yang immediately added: "Don't worry, just find an open space around the house to live in, I have made an appointment with Mito, and she will ask Hasuma to help me build a house. "

After listening to her say that, Houma's expression was still a little ugly, but it also softened a lot, which only means that he snorted: "You get along well with Uzumaki Mito."

Seeing the woman's dazed expression, she didn't explain anything, she nodded slightly to know, then bypassed this person and walked straight into the room.

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Chapter 27 27.

The post of Hokage finally fell to the head of Senju Shiramama, Madara didn't say anything about it, and seemed to accept the result easily, maybe he was mentally prepared, and his character was destined to lose the referendum.

That night, Qianshou Hasuma took Uchiha Madara to the pub for a drink and came back very late. Maou packed up some things to move out and took a shower. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the door outside the house being opened, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps.

She opened the door and walked out, just in line with the oncoming column. The other party's wheat-colored skin was flushed, but he was in good spirits, and there was no sign of being drunk at all. On the other hand, Madara beside him had already bowed his head at this time, and was brought back by someone while half asleep.

Seeing Zhen Yang coming out, Hashima showed her white teeth in surprise: "Zhen Yang, it's great that you haven't slept yet, Ban has been drinking a lot, and I don't know where his room is, could you please show me the way? ?"

As soon as she got closer, Zhen Yang was almost choked by the strong smell of alcohol. She frowned and rubbed her nose, sighing helplessly.

"Come with me."

Hasuma put Madara on the bed under Maou's instructions, turned his face and said to her, "Then I'll leave it to you, I'm going back quickly."

After saying that, he waved his hand and strode out of the room without stopping.

Watching Hasuma leave, Ma Yang turned to look at the drunk man lying in front of him, lost in thought.

...Drinking so much, it seems that will be busy again tonight.

She resignedly tied up her sleeves, poured a pot of hot water, put it aside, and then reached out her hand to gently lift the man's messy sideburns, revealing the handsome face that was hidden underneath. But she didn't have time to appreciate it now, so she picked up a hot towel and put it directly on that half of her face, sighing while wiping it.

I encountered this kind of thing before I left. When she really moves out, it will not be so easy to come over in time next time.

His family has a good alcohol capacity, and Mito takes care of him when he goes home, and no matter how bad he is, there is Tobirama to take care of him, which is incomparable.

"Really... what will you do when I'm gone?"

She shook her head amusingly, only to feel that she was really worrying about herself, how could she still be unable to take care of herself after being so grown up? If you care, you are probably talking about yourself.

Seeing that she was almost finished, Zhen Yang got up and was about to leave. Before she could turn around, her wrist was grabbed by someone, and a great force pulled her down suddenly, and she fell on the bed just like that.

Even though there was a quilt under it, this time it really knocked her into a daze, and before she could react to what happened, she felt a dark shadow bullying her down and pinning her under her body.

The water basin was knocked to the ground, and the towel came out with the action just now. There was a buzzing sound in Zhenyang's mind for a while, and he forgot to even struggle.

She frowned and pushed the person who was full of alcohol on her body, but she didn't dare to make a serious move.

"Madara, wake up and see who I am."

"You are Maou, Maou Uchiha... Of course I know who you are."

The urn-like words resounded from the neck, along with the fine and wet touch on the skin, and the smoky smell of alcohol in the surrounding, making the string called rationality snapped in Zhen Yang's mind.

She did not know where the strength came from, and vigorously pushed Madara's head away, pinching the other's face with both hands and staring at him with burning eyes.

The man's eyes are clear and there is no drunkenness, and the previous expressions of his feelings are all faked, no wonder the man of Qianshouzhujian runs so fast, I am afraid that the two of them colluded together!

Zhenyang was almost exasperated, she tried her best to say with a straight face: "Some things can't be turned back once they're done, have you figured it out?"

"I never do anything I regret."

Madara grabbed the white and delicate hand, and leaned over to cover the pair of long-coveted red lips, the unique light fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose after bathing, constantly stirring up her sensitive nerves due to drunkenness.