[Hokage Pillar] Ninja World Online

After going online again, Madara noticed the resentment that was about to permeate the sky around him immediately after taking over the role, and suddenly turned his head to see Senshou Bashirama squatting beside his bed looking at him with a resentful expression.

Speaking of which, it is already night in the game, and it is reasonable to say that "Uchiha Madara" has already rested at this time.

"Why are you here?" Quanna was sleeping in the next room, Madara lowered her voice.

"I haven't asked why you went offline all of a sudden." Hashirama pursed her lips, accusing her face, "Madara, you actually let me guard an NPC for half the night."

"Tsk, who told you to come here in the middle of the night, how many times have I told you not to go to the Uchiha clan casually, and now we are still enemies." Madara frowned, and Hashirama's ability to fight back has become more and more good recently.

Qianshou Zhujian groaned and stood up twice with a look of displeasure, but suddenly fell unsteadily and fell forward, "Oh, my leg is numb."

"Keep your voice down!" Madara quickly sat up and pulled the former to prevent him from falling to the ground, "Quenna is still in the next room."

Hashirama, who was caught by Madara, sat on the edge of Madara's bed and kicked off his shoes, "I don't care, Madara made me wait for most of the night in vain, and now I'm sleepy and need to rest."

"Are you kidding me?" Madara pulled off the quilt that Hashirama was about to cover himself with, "Get under the quilt without taking off your clothes."

"Then I'll take it off." After saying that, Senju Hashimama directly took off the white haori with the Senju family crest printed on it, and then quickly tore off the light yellow sheet, revealing the innermost white sleeve.

"You..." Madara was stunned by Hashirama's quick movements, seeing that the other person's upper body was stripped down to the innermost sleeve.

"Madara, you don't want me to take it off before I can sleep." Hashirama saw Madara's bewildered expression under the moonlight, thinking that he was still dissatisfied with only the innermost layer of Madara left.Does Madara dislike her clothes so much?In the previous life, when I was a child, I was told by Madara that my clothes were too rustic. Is it true that the clothes of Senju's family are so dirty that it is difficult to see people?

Recalling how Uchiha's people wore black or dark blue stand-up collar singles, Hashirama had to admit that Uchiha's aesthetics were really good.

"...What are you thinking about all day long?!" Madara couldn't help but go crazy, no matter how many times he would have the thought that "I really can't get along with Senjujura", this man challenges his patience all the time bottom line.

"The most important thing is that I didn't agree to you sleeping in my bed at all!"

"Hush, keep your voice down, Quan Nai is still next door."

Choking on Senjubashima's words, Madara rolled his eyes under the cover of night, lay down on the bed and turned over to face the wall, not forgetting to reach out and put the quilt on himself who was only wearing a layer of unlined clothing .

Realizing that Madara didn't intend to take care of himself anymore, Hashirama showed a tricky smile on Madara's back, and then he leaned into the former's ear and said, "Madara, move in, the bed is too small."

Grinding his molars secretly, if it wasn't for Quanna who was worried about not being able to disturb her rest, Madara would have planned to solve it directly.

Hashirama saw that Madara was still stiff after hearing his words, stretched out his hand to push the other party but turned around and glared.Smiling, he took the opportunity to pull off Madara's quilt and squeeze it, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly."

"What on earth are you going to do?" After Hashirama lay down next to him, Madara calmed down. The man next to him was a little strange tonight, even though he was still smiling as usual, he still had a weird feeling.This man is in the wrong mood.

"Go to sleep, Madara. It's going to be dawn." After speaking, Hashirama yawned seriously, with a few drops of physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, and he closed his eyes and planned to fall asleep.

Madara always hated being fooled by others, and regardless of whether Senju Hashima was really sleepy or fake, she lifted the quilt and sat up.

"You think I'll be fooled by you?" Madara's face was sullen with a faint anger of distrust rising in his heart.

Hearing that Zhu Jian opened his eyes, there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes, "Ah, of course not."

Taking a deep look at the man lying next to him, Madara realizes that there are some things that Hashirama doesn't want to say, no, maybe it's more appropriate to describe it as not wanting to talk, everyone has their own secrets.He realized that this man didn't deliberately hide it from him, but he didn't want to tell anyone. His behavior tonight was more like coming to him for comfort.

Madara felt that he probably needed to say some comforting words, but he was not good at comforting others compared to ridicule, maybe the only thing he could do was keep his mouth shut?Glancing at Hashirama who seemed to have lost his mind, maybe he should add another one to take the other party to sleep in his room for a night?

Lie down again, Madara helped the two of them cover the quilt along the way, and tucked the corner of the quilt between the pillars.

Two big men squeezed into a small bed, shoulders to shoulders and feet to feet, both with their eyes open and unable to sleep, one was thinking about the bad things in his heart, the other was thinking that he had to get rid of the person next to him before Quan Nai woke up. go out.

Hashirama didn't know why Madara went offline today. He could guarantee that Madara, like himself, had been lying in the game room for months without moving.He was very curious about what happened that caused Madara to go offline to deal with it himself. Regarding this issue, when Hashirama touched Madara's room at night and found that the NPC lying on the bed was an NPC who couldn't even detect his own existence. Thought to no avail so far.

Originally, this was a very simple question, and he only needed to talk about it, and Ziban would definitely not hide it from him.Except for the time when Madara was leaving Konoha in his previous life, Uchiha Madara knew everything Senju Hashima wanted to know.

But he didn't dare to ask, and didn't want to ask.

Because he has never forgotten Madara's 24 years of life, which he has never participated in.He doesn't know what kind of person Uchiha Madara is in reality, whether he has a job, whether he has a girlfriend, what brand of clothes he likes to wear, what kind of car he likes to drive, and what it's like to live in a world without ninjutsu Life?

It is actually very easy for a person to change, just change the environment and it will be different.

Everyone's life is constantly meeting new friends, forgetting old friends, owning new items, and discarding old items.A person changes every second, let alone 24 years.

24 years, enough for Uchiha Madara to become something he has never seen or imagined.

It is precisely because the Madara lying next to him is exactly the same as in the memory, which has always given Hashirama a real illusion that there is no 24 years of time between them.Tonight, Senju Hashirama, who originally wanted to talk to Madara about how to quell the hatred between the two races, saw an NPC named "Uchiha Madara", the illusion of self-deception was instantly shattered.

Are he and Madara really still friends?

How does Madara see himself in his heart?An old friend who met again after 24 years?An acquaintance who can bring back memories from a previous life?Or a partner who plays games together, or a netizen?

The temperature and touch he can feel now are just false and deceptive data, the more he thinks about it, the further he feels that Madara is farther away from him.

Senju Zhuma knew that Uchiha Madara was born with the memories of his previous life, unlike him who was stimulated by familiar game advertisements to recall.Feeling the gradually steady breathing beside him, a wave of resentment and fear rose in Zhuma's heart.

In the past 24 years, Madaramoto has had countless opportunities to find himself.

However, he never knew the existence of "Uchiha Madara" in the first 24 years of his life.

Thinking of this, Hashirama felt a sense of exhaustion in his heart, and Tobuma Hirai's angry accusations were still ringing in his ears.

"Brother, I'm helping you because we are brothers. I don't know how you met Uchiha Madara, and I don't know why you have such a good relationship with him. The only thing I know now is that in this game, Qian Hand and Uchiha are enemies!"

"I don't reject the alliance you proposed, and I admit that the study of ninjutsu you said is indeed very attractive to me, but it doesn't mean that I have to clean up the mess for you. You can form an alliance if you want, and I can help you, but please Take a good look at the Qianshou Clan, can this alliance be formed now!?"

"There is a limit to innocence, even if it's just a game, you can do whatever you want, but Senshou Hashirama is not omnipotent! Think about why your father died! Don't think that you are the patriarch now. You have completely controlled the Thousand Hands Clan, you are still far away!"

"Don't show me this surprised expression, as if it's a rare thing for me to be angry. Brother, you can go and see, now tell me how many clansmen will support you after forming an alliance. Probably there will be no second one except me Right. So please recognize the reality, don't think about going to the Uchiha tribe all day long, and don't think about Uchiha Madara all day long!"

"I don't care how much you trust the other party, I just ask you, have you seen him in reality? What does he do in reality? What kind of person is he? To put it bluntly, you know that through the Internet Data, are you having a good time talking with people!? Or dogs!?”

"In the past, I would not interfere with your decisions, nor would I interfere with your interpersonal relationships, but now, brother, don't you think you are a little strange? You keep saying that Uchiha Madara is your friend, but you are doing it again. What's the matter? When getting along with friends, who wants to stick to each other all day long, and keeps talking when they can't see people, even ignoring business?"

"Tell me, Qianshou Zhujian, how long has it been since you played this game? How long have you not seen your mother? That flower shop has already closed down. Don't tell me you are addicted to games, Treat this place as the real world, and I won’t believe a word.”

"Think about it, brother, what are you obsessed with, you can abandon everything in reality without thinking about yourself. Come and tell me after you think about it, and I will give my answer."

Hashirama raised his hand to cover his eyelids, what is he obsessed with?

Is it a memory from a previous life?No, in his previous life, when he walked with Madara on the battlefield of the Fourth World War, he already had no regrets.Of course he knows that the game world is false, and there is no practical significance in making up for regrets in the game.

So what exactly are you obsessed with?

He could sense his mistake even if he didn't talk about it. After reuniting with Madara, he has been thinking about forming an alliance, but is it really important?In his previous life, he and Madara finally formed an alliance, in this game, just let nature take its course, why is he in such a hurry?It was as if there was a mysterious force pushing him all the time, making him not want to stop or dare to stop, as if he would fall into the abyss if he stopped.

Senshou Zhujian couldn't figure it out. In his previous life, he obviously had no regrets, but how could he explain what was wrong with him?

Turning his head slightly to see the familiar sleeping face beside him, this is Uchiha Madara's trust in Senjujuma.

The author has something to say: The school of the QAQ stupid author had a power outage yesterday. It seems that the surrounding area was cut off, and the campus network server was also unable to operate. The power was cut off from the afternoon to the evening orz

As a result, it was not long before the call came and it was time to turn off the lights in the dormitory... Sad

Today's chapter was rushed out by a stupid author in the morning, because there is still class today, so I wrote it in a hurry, maybe there is a suspicion of paddling in the plot qaq

Let's take a look, little angels, I'm sorry today