[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

At the same time that there was a commotion between the Senju Pillars, the Uchiha Clan's mansion was inside.

Uchiha Hime glanced at the dim yellow sky outside the window, licked his broken and swollen lips, the tip of his tongue was stained with some undried blood, which added a bit of beauty to the cold him out of thin air.

He squinted his eyes, and could feel that his vision became clearer, and the amount of chakra increased a lot out of thin air, and even the negative effects of Kaleidoscope Sharingan on the body disappeared completely.

That's right, Fei Shi has been trying to go back to his own time in a place that no one knows, but his kaleidoscope Sharingan is like a decoration, and it has never been activated since the night of the Warring States period.

Fei Shi sighed imperceptibly.

The only good thing is that as long as he has the [emotion] of others, he will never have to worry about blindness due to excessive use of his eyes.

But having said that, the superimposed effect brought by different people is really obvious in the last step.

...or in other words, the strength of the target also has an impact on the effect?

Fei Shi sat up, stroking the stinging scar on his back with his backhand, while thinking blankly.

——This guy is much more ruthless than Quanna and Tobima.

He glanced at the person lying on the tatami, put on a piece of clothing casually, then lifted the quilt and began to treat the bruises on the person.

Uchiha Madara knew nothing about Fei Shi's series of thoughts changes just now.

With his back turned to him, he was silent for a long time before opening his mouth in a hoarse voice: "Sorry... I'm dizzy."

Fei Shi didn't respond to this sentence, but looked at his disheartened expression, and calmly said: "Calm down?"

"..."

"Don't push yourself too hard, Madara."

Fei Shi said calmly, not seeming surprised by his performance.

"You are also human. If you are under too much pressure, you will still be anxious, insomnia, impulsive, and emotionally vulnerable. This is a normal phenomenon, and proper venting is necessary."

Madara closed her eyes, her face pale.

"...Don't tell Quanna."

Fei Shi's expression remained unchanged: "Why?"

"...You maintain a relationship with Quanna, why do you still come to ask me?" Madara's voice was full of unspeakable embarrassment.

"Relationship...?" Fei Shi pondered for a while, then shook his head in denial, "If you mean that Quanna and I are 'lovers', that's not correct."

Madara was stunned for a moment, turned over and looked at him, with a look of astonishment on his face: "What do you mean?"

"It means that Quanna and I don't have the relationship you think—or, what most people think. Quanna and I have promoted each other in swordsmanship, and have helped me a lot in other aspects. In order not to owe him, That's why I satisfy his demands everywhere, no matter if the demand is for my body or something else."

"On the other hand, your help to me is even more immeasurable, and 'treat Quan Nai well' is what you said, so I am more conniving to Quan Nai. You can also simply regard this as a transaction, And there is no doubt that Quanna and I have not become partners, which is what is usually called 'together'—”

"How could you treat Quanna like this?!"

Before Fei Shi could finish his words, he was severely interrupted by Madara whose expression was gradually becoming ugly.

The black-haired young man gritted his teeth and sat up, pulled Fei Shi's collar with a terrifying expression, and roared in a low voice: "He cares so much about you... Can't you see how much he likes and pays for you?"

Fei Shi looked at him indifferently, without answering.

The indifference and coldness in those blue eyes seemed familiar to Madara.

He was stunned unconsciously, watching Fei Shi push away his weak hand, and he said indifferently: "I saw it."

"..."

"But no one stipulates that you must respond when you see it."

Madara's pupils shrank, and the pitch-black eyes instantly turned dangerously red.

"You guy-"

"Actually, I told you the truth a long time ago, but you didn't take it to heart."

Fei Shi turned a blind eye to the surging anger around him, and spoke in a somewhat dull manner.

Madara took a breath, and immediately remembered the phrase "Everything between me and Quanna is an exchange of equal value".

His eyes widened in disbelief.

"Could it be—"

"Well, that's right."

Fei Shi lowered his eyes and continued to erase the traces on his body, and casually gave the answer: "Quanna has always known this."

Blindly looked at him.

"You and Quanna...is this the case?"

He murmured, showing an expression of disappointment or loss that he didn't know.

"It's not just Quanna, it's the same with everyone."

Fei Shi admitted without hesitation, without any wavering in his eyes.

Madara was silent.

He finally gradually understood the essence of Uchiha Feishi, but he was not happy about it at all. Instead, he felt cold all over his body as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"That is to say, are you so cold-blooded to everyone?"

He asked in a low voice with complicated eyes.

Fei Shi didn't answer.

Madara frowned, and asked unwillingly, "Even if Quanna's feelings for you are getting deeper every day, do you still feel nothing?"

"Are you asking for Senna, or for yourself, Madara?"

Fei Shi raised his head and glanced at him, his words hit the nail on the head.

The hidden thoughts were poked, Madara immediately froze, and looked away in embarrassment.

There was an embarrassing silence in the room for a while.

Fei Shi watched a bruise on Madara's body disappear under his fingertips, and suddenly said: "Actually, I envy you all very much."

Madara, who was in a daze, was taken aback: "...what?"

The young man with outstanding appearance sat quietly in the dim yellow sunset, his blue eyes reflected two dots of golden light, as clear and clean as glass.

He raised his eyes to look at Madara, and as a result, Madara felt that he was also falling into the golden-green pupils.

He stared blankly into those eyes as if bewitched, and heard Fei Shi whisper: "I envy you all, being able to show [smiles] freely."

Madara was taken aback.

At this moment, Fei Shi completely eliminated the traces on his body, turned his back, unbuttoned his clothes, tilted his head and asked: "Is there anything I haven't healed, remember to point it out for me."

Madara raised her eyebrows puzzled, temporarily put aside the question just now, followed his words to his back, and at a glance saw the countless red and swollen scratches on the flawless and well-proportioned muscular back.

His expression froze, the tips of his ears immediately turned red, his eyes fluttered with guilt and embarrassment, and he didn't hold back a word for a long while.

Fei Shi didn't care, turned his head and performed the Palm Immortal Technique, groping to erase the red marks on his back.

Madara Uchiha bit his lip annoyed behind him, and after a long while of self-loathing, he let out a long sigh, forced himself to dispel the messy emotions, and began to point out his invisible wounds for Fei Shi with his face.

The Japanese room fell into silence again, only the flickering green light kept flickering, indicating that there was someone here.

Madara stared at Fei Shi's back for a while, then her gaze involuntarily drifted to his face.

He thought of what Fei Shi said just now, and only then realized belatedly that he really didn't seem to see him smile.

The youth with cherry hair has a perfect and dazzling appearance, which often makes people lose their minds when they look at it, and they don't even have the extra thought to pay attention to his expression, and Madara has never noticed this inconceivably.

He looked at Fei Shi with increasingly complicated eyes.

Obviously now, he should be startled and annoyed by this person's ruthlessness, but the fact is, after talking to Fei Shi for a few words, and hearing him say the word "envy", he couldn't help but feel distressed , and even raised the idea of ​​comforting him.

Uchiha Feishi's influence on him is getting deeper and deeper.

Madara didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

Fei Shi is such a mysterious character, and Madara feels that the more she understands him, the more secrets she will find in him, and the less she can understand what he is thinking.

But he still couldn't extricate himself.

Thinking of this, the black-haired youth sighed in frustration.

But there is one thing he does understand.

He looked away and looked to the side, and asked as naturally as possible: "You... hope that Uchiha and Senju will reconcile, right?"

The green light in Fei Shi's hand suddenly weakened.

He tilted his head slightly but did not turn around, his tone remained calm: "How did you find out?"

—He didn't deny it.

Madara's eyes darkened, lowered his eyelids slightly, and whispered: "You always leave room for Senju, this doesn't look like what a Uchiha who is eager to defeat the opponent will do."

Fei Shi was silent.

Immediately afterwards, Uchiha Madara changed the topic again, and his tone became slightly imperceptible and gentle.

"Having said that, no one can do more than you in the treatment of Uchiha. Without you, I am afraid that our number of deaths and injuries over the years will more than double."

The green light in Fei Shi's hand went out.

He put on his clothes, turned around and looked at Madara indifferently.

"So, what do you think?"

"……what do you mean?"

"Don't be stupid. Senshou Bashima sent it over again, a document requesting reconciliation?"

Madara's eyes darkened, looking at the sunset outside the window, and sighed deeply.

"That's not your concern."

He whispered, and began to pull his clothes on.

"But your eyes are not in good condition. It is unwise to continue fighting. Stop now. I still have a way to restore you."

Fei Shi expounded, with a firm tone.

Madara turned her back to him, and snorted coldly when she heard the words: "Are you so eager to reconcile with those thousand hands?"

"I just don't want to see you lose your light."

Fei Shi ignored his sarcasm and said without changing his expression.

Spot made a move.

He turned around slowly, and with the fading sunset as the background, he took a deep look at Fei Shi.

"For my family, even if I lose the light, I will not hesitate."

He said this decisively, because the desperateness in his words made him look extraordinarily tragic and stubborn.

Fei Shi looked at him quietly and didn't speak any more.

Years of wars seem to never end, and the spurs from pain and hatred are becoming more and more suffocating, but human beings' ability to bear is limited.

During the long fight, the Hagoromo clan, who used to be at odds with Senshou and Uchiha, became increasingly decadent and weak. After the leader of the clan was beheaded by Uchiha Feishi, this once powerful ninja clan finally became seven. All scattered, completely disappeared in the ninja world.

After that, there was a battle between the two recognized strongest families.

In a mountainous area somewhere in the Land of Fire, Senshou in heavy armor and Uchiha in robes intertwine, among them, the figure with a touch of scarlet color is particularly obvious.

Uchiha Hime dodged a thousand-handed bayonet with a blank face, and with his clothes flying, he kicked that person neatly sideways.

The sound of bone cracking and the man's painful moan sounded in the air. The magnificent Sangouyu Shulun eyes of the young man with cherry hair were not disturbed, and he didn't even look at the man who fell under his feet. He stood tall and straight on a commanding height, and began to search condescendingly Next target.

Suddenly, his eyes moved, he abruptly stopped on the chaotic battlefield, and turned to look at the people not far away.

"The door." He called calmly, and turned to face him.

Qianshou Fanjian looked at him with cold and complicated eyes, and quickly glanced at the clansman who was still moving under his feet, and the tip of the Taidao hanging by his side was facing down.

"...What exactly do you want to do?"

It seemed strange that he asked like this without beginning or end, but he knew that Fei Shi could understand what he meant.

Although it is inappropriate to say this, compared to other tribesmen who died in the face of the powerful Uchiha, Senshou at Fei Shi's feet only broke a few ribs, which is already considered very lucky.

For a long time, Uchiha Feishi's attitude towards Senju has been very strange. He has never shown any hostility, and has never killed even a Senju ninja with his own hands.

He's hardly an Uchiha.

After Qianshou Feijian heard that he opposed Qianshou's tolerance and killed the patriarch Yuyi mercilessly, he thought for a long time, and finally decided to ask him directly, and he knew that he would definitely get the answer.

Sure enough, after hearing his question, Fei Shi put away Sharingan without hesitation, put away the weapon in his hand, and walked straight towards him a few steps, closing the distance between them.

The body between the thousand hands tensed unconsciously.

Fei Shi was less than one meter away from him.

At this distance, he only needs to raise the knife a little bit, and he can stab him right through.

Looking at the person opposite, Fujian slowly pursed the line of his lips.

At this moment, Fei Shi stopped in front of him, and with the sound of ninja fighting in the background, he said softly: "I want to build a village."

The expression between the doors is slightly stunned.

Fei Shi thought for a while, and added: "No, to be precise, I want to build a village between Madara and Senjubashi."

As he said that, he calmly looked into his eyes between the doors.

"That's all."

The author has something to say: Uchiha Feishi: I am just trading with you, there is no relationship, there is nothing wrong with it.

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