People Are in Naruto, Start Dancing by Grabbing Madara's Neck

"thump!"

Lu Chuan dispersed the chakra on the soles of his feet and sank into the water.

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dusk.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the sky has gradually dimmed.

Slowly the smoke from the cooking rose slowly in the middle of the forest, and the light from the bonfire illuminated the surrounding environment.

Lu Chuan and Madara sat around the campfire, and Lu Chuan held three golden grilled fish in his hands.

At this time, a voice came from the nearby forest:

"I'm back--!!"

flutter--

Hashirama jumped out of the bushes excitedly, there were still some messy leaves hanging on his head, but it didn't affect Hashirama's interest at all.

With joy on his face, he held a lot of mushrooms in his arms, all kinds of mushrooms.

Holding his grilled fish, Lu Chuan couldn't help but twitch his mouth as he watched Zhujian put the colorful mushrooms on the ground next to the campfire.

Chapter 78 - "It's What You Say"

The light from the bonfire illuminated Hashirama's excited expression.

After a whole day of training during the day, Hashirama and Madara were also a little tired. The two originally planned to part ways and return to the clan to rest.

But after Zhujian saw Lu Chuan's two-story wooden house, he had a whim, and he caught three fish in the river during the day, so he proposed to grill the fish next to Lu Chuan's house.

But because there is no seasoning such as salt, the grilled fish is extremely difficult to swallow, causing the three to re-catch the fish several times.

This brought the time to dusk.

Madara looked helplessly at Hashirama, who was busy tossing and throwing firewood for the bonfire, and sighed in his heart.

This guy, what he said just now was too monotonous, so he went to pick some mushrooms and came back talking to himself.

Madara glanced at the mushrooms piled up on the ground, he was a little puzzled, so Madara picked up a mushroom, took a picture under the moonlight, and then asked Hashirama:

"Hashirama, what do you want to do with the mushrooms?"

Hashirama was busy putting on airs at the bonfire, he spoke casually, and answered Spot's question without looking back:

"Ah, the grilled fish is too dry, cook some mushroom soup."

The bonfire was crackling, at this time Zhu Jianwen finally built a shelf above the bonfire, and he picked up a stone bowl brought by Lu Chuan from the ground.

He filled a bowl of river water by the river, hung it on the set up trivet, and then grabbed a handful of mushrooms and threw it in.

Then he sat down on the ground, looking at the slowly burning bonfire with joy, without noticing the gradually dignified expression on the side.

Lu Chuan, who was sitting across from Madara, was gnawing on the grilled fish seriously, and Madara's eyes gradually shifted from the mushroom to Lu Chuan, whose mouth was full of oil.

grunt.

He swallowed involuntarily.

"Goo—!"

A strange sound came from Madara's stomach who was sitting opposite Lu Chuan, Madara's face suddenly became a little embarrassed, and he covered his stomach.

Damn it, I didn't have lunch at noon today, and now it's almost time to go back to the tribe!

Madara frowned, carefully counting the time, embarrassment written all over his face.

When Hashirama wanted to hand him a fish to grill just now, Madara decisively rejected Hashirama's request.

And threatened that he would never eat this kind of fish that he didn't know if he could eat it!

But now...

Madara pressed her empty stomach, but couldn't help but glance at Lu Chuan who was eating whole incense.

Sitting between the two of them, he naturally noticed Madara's little movements. He grinned, couldn't help pointing at Madara and laughed loudly:

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

Madara's face changed, he couldn't calm down anymore, he turned his head and stared at Hashirama who was laughing at him.

Just when Madara was about to open his mouth to refute, he heard Lu Chuan's unstoppable voice opposite him:

"Pfft-"

Madara turned her head stiffly, and looked at Lu Chuan who couldn't help laughing. The latter blocked the grilled fish in front of him, lowered his head and shoulders and shrugged.

Madara couldn't bear it anymore, he stood up abruptly, picked up a wooden branch from the ground, threw it angrily towards the campfire, and shouted angrily:

"It's annoying! Laugh! What's so funny!!"

At this time, Madara, who stood up angrily, suddenly smelled a scent. He turned his head, only to find that Lu Chuan was holding a golden and crispy grilled fish in front of him.

And said with a smile:

"Here, eat this for you!"