The Huangquan of Samsara Eye is more convenient than Liangzaka. In just two months, the two of them have almost walked around the world of Ninja. There are frequent correspondence between them, and some local specialties are also sent from time to time.

After all, they had been together for so long, and seeing that he was really doing well, Maou was relieved.

If Erwei was given another chance to come back, it would definitely not risk being caught by the two Uchihas to steal their fish.

The blue tiger-striped cat lay obediently in the woman's arms and let it brush its fur. Thinking of the punch from Banjiao's cat, he grinned in pain.

Fortunately, the man didn't intend to put it in the ten tails. When the other brothers saw that they were detouring, they sent them to the door in a daze.

Even if...! Even this woman's way of smoothing her hair is very comfortable! The grilled fish is also delicious!

No, no, no sugar-coated shells, it must leave!

"Why is Erwei so quiet today?"

"Maybe it's holding some bad water."

Madara Uchiha lay under the tree, glanced at the blue cat staring at the river with resentment, and let out a sneer in his throat.

You can guess what it wants to do with your toes.

In the middle of the night, Uchiha Mayo woke up from a dream.

Ninjas have always been shallow, just to guard against accidents in the dark night, so when she was just a little bit moving, Madara Uchiha also opened her eyes.

He opened his mouth and asked, "Why, have a nightmare?"

Thanks to the excellent vision given by the eye of reincarnation, even in the dark night, he could clearly see the expression on a woman's face. At this moment, she looked terrified, with tears in her eyes. The kaleidoscope was opened uncontrollably because of stimulation.

Zhen Yang seemed to have not recovered from the dream just now. She stared at the void for a while, before nodding for a long time.

She hummed and said slowly, "I dreamed that I killed you with my own hands."

Uchiha Madara wrapped her arms tightly.

"It was all a dream."

"Yeah, that's all a dream... You are right in front of my eyes now."

This is probably the nightmare that has been in my heart since the end of the Fourth World War. If Madara insisted on implementing the infinite monthly reading, the only thing waiting for her was to kill Madara.

Although everything has passed, Madara is no longer attached to the illusory illusion, but what happened in the dream still becomes a thorn in her heart.

"I will always be with you, no one can separate us again, not even you."

Madara wiped the tears from the corners of the woman's eyes with her thumb, cupping her face and placing a comforting kiss on her lips.

"So, the day you fear will never come."

During the long night, a meteor streaked across the sky to bring a ray of light, and the bright moonlight spilled into the room through the window lattice, illuminating a small square of the world.

In the quiet night, the two of them breathed intertwined on the bed, and they spoke loving words intimately, as if they were going to pour out their longing for many years in one breath.

With a click, the lock on the window was quietly opened, and a nimble shadow quickly jumped out of the room but no one cared.

Zhen Yang patted Spot's broad back and said softly, "Er Wei ran away."

The heat exhaling from his ears made Madara's body froze for a moment, and his voice was hoarse, unable to hear joy or anger.

"Never mind it, let it go."

Seemingly dissatisfied with the woman's distraction, the strength of his subordinate's grip on her waist inevitably increased, successfully pulling the other party's attention back.

"Hey - you light it up, really..."

Zhenyang muttered, and soon he couldn't even complain, and fell into a new round of abyss with pleasure.

Half a month later, the two returned to Konoha, and Fuyue came to the door early to greet him after receiving the news.

During the few months that the little sister was away, although he had been exchanging letters with him, Fuyue wanted to see him more than the letter to report safety. Even if this might just be a small episode in the long journey, the other party would leave again soon, but he still hoped Can you stay for a while longer.

So he pulled Zhen Yang aside by himself and asked in a low voice, "How long can I stay this time, and when will I leave?"

Seeing his brother's happy expression, Maou couldn't help laughing out loud.

She turned her head to look at Madara, who was in a good mood not far away, and then looked at Fuyue, who was looking forward to it, and subconsciously stroked her abdomen and smiled lightly.

"Don't go, come back to raise the baby."

Fuyue oh oh twice, and immediately said in surprise: "What??!"

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The story of Zhenyang is over, and the fanfare will be dropped from time to time, and the flowers will be scattered.