Konoha: Genocide Night? I Will Stand In The Sky!

"Wu Yue?"

"Master Chief?"

Wu Yue couldn't help laughing out loud in reality, but finally attracted the attention of Kushina and Rina. After all, how can a normal person pound the table and giggle like a fool? This kid won't have a brain problem, right?

"I, I'm fine." Wu Yue took a breath, waved her hands and said, "I just thought of something happy."

"What happy thing?" Uzumaki and the two girls said in unison.

"My ancestor's grave is smoking, hahahaha." Wu Yue couldn't help laughing again as she spoke.

"The grave of the ancestor..."

Uzumaki and the two women looked at each other, they really didn't know where the joke was in this sentence.

"Don't worry about me, these are trivial matters." Taking a breath, Wu Yue gradually calmed down. "I've already prepared the serial novel for the next issue of the newspaper, please send it to the newspaper office for me."

Naturally, the two women would not refuse such a trivial matter. They looked down at the manuscript and took a deep breath.

This time there is a character called Hyuga Aqiang, and he even took care of Abin when he lost his memory. The relationship between Cuihua and Abin has been tested!

Watching the two women leave the office muttering, Wu Yue turned his gaze to the group chat again.

Poisonous Old Fat: So, Madara-san, you are now Arrancar?

Hashirama's Little Cotton Jacket: Aizen Sōsuke! This thing was definitely done by an insidious man like you!

Man with Hairspray Hands: I can ignore your slander, Madara. But don't you think your current behavior is a bit ugly? This is not quite like the style of Ninja Shura.

Hashirama's little padded jacket: Huh, I don't need you to tell me!

Uchiha Madara took a breath, and he seemed to feel that his current posture was a bit like a shrew cursing. But at this moment, his heart is already full of anger, and he is 80% sure that the way he is now has absolutely something to do with that bastard Aizen.

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Calm down! Calm down, Madara-san!

Hashirama's little padded jacket: If you guys are in my situation, can you calm down?

Sand sculpture group owner: It should be possible. Madara-san, you remember what you said yourself... this is reality. Then you still advised me not to be too naive?

Poisonous Old Fat: Ah, yes. What else do you say that you are very happy now, why do I, Uchiha Madara, need to explain to others?

Pfft, hahahahaha!

Wu Yue thumped the table again, nearly dying of laughter. This is so true, dead memories are attacking me.

Hashirama's little padded jacket: ...

Damn, why was I so stupid back then?

Uchiha Madara really wants to go back to the past at this moment and poke herself out again! He was happy at that time, but now he is in a mess. If I had known this was the case, I might as well have agreed to do that experiment with Aizen.

Wait, experiment? !

Uchiha Madara's eyes widened and the corners of his mouth twitched: That's it! Aizen you bastard, this is what you call an experiment? !

Got it, he finally got it all. This guy waited for him from the beginning, and set a trap for himself to jump. In the end, he jumped in stupidly, and he was so proud.

Go fuck it!

This Aizen is so insidious, it is hundreds of times more insidious than that damn Black Zetsu. What the hell, how could there be such an insidious bastard in this world? !

Hairspray Man: This is wishful thinking on my part, Madara. I will return this sentence to you now.

Hashirama's little padded jacket: I...

Uchiha Madara wants to kill at this moment! Not to kill others, but to kill himself! Kill the self who used to be so badass!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Madara-san, don't get angry. I think Brother Ran is actually thinking about it, at least it is true that you have gained power, right? It doesn't matter if you have some flaws.

Hashirama's little padded jacket: This power, I Uchiha Madara would rather not!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Then you don't plan to transform the ninja world with your own hands? Don't want Destiny Child to see your strength, Uchiha Madara? Don't want to make Black Zetsu pay the price?

Hashirama's little padded jacket: ...

Uchiha Madara clenched his fists, how could he not want to! Want to go crazy, okay? But his current posture and strength are a bit overwhelming!

Man with Hairspray Hands: Madara, if you really don't want Arrancar's power, I can also help you recover it.

Aizen knew very well what it meant to strike while the iron was hot, and he had even guessed how Uchiha Madara would reply after sending this sentence. He will definitely say—huh, do you think I still believe you?

Hashirama's little padded jacket: Hmph, do you think I'll still trust you?

The corners of Aizen's mouth curled up, as expected. Really easy to understand, Madara.

Still, even Aizen is a little curious about what Uchiha Madara's Hollow will look like now. So secretive, is it really hard to see people?

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Anyway, it’s already like this, why don’t you give it a try?

Poisonous Old Fat: That's right. If you really can't accept Hollow's self, you might as well give it a try. Maybe, can Hollow's power be really taken back?

Hashirama's little padded jacket: Forget it, who knows if this guy will do more vicious things.

In fact, Uchiha Madara thought about it carefully, even Hollow did give him strength. Although the posture is a bit embarrassing to meet people, people in the ninja world are ignorant after all, so how can they know Hollow.

As long as you are strong enough, that flaw is really nothing.

Wu Yue saw what he was thinking, and started to fight: Don't, don't forget it! Otherwise, I will use the identity of the group owner to do notarization. If Brother Ran can't let you take back the power of Hollow, I'll ban him for two months! Dye brother, do you agree?

Man with Hairspray: Ah, I have no problem.

Poisonous old man: Aizen agreed, what do you think of Madara-san?

Uchiha Madara is a bit out of control at this time.

If it had been the moment when he had just found out that he had been transformed into Arrancar, he would have agreed without hesitation.

But now after talking and communicating with these group members, the sense of shame in his heart has gradually disappeared. Moreover, he also found that his strength had improved significantly compared to his heyday, and he was a little reluctant to give up.

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Madara-san? What are you still hesitating about? Are you reluctant?

Hashirama's little padded jacket: It's ridiculous, I didn't expect you to be so dull as a group leader! How ridiculous!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader:?

Hashirama's little padded jacket: Do you think I was really angry at being Arrancarized just now? Hahahahaha, such low-level thinking is simply too ridiculous!

Poisonous old man: ...

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu has been unable to complain, even a child can tell whether you are angry or not, okay? Act, act hard!

Sand Sculpture Group Leader: Then you were just now...

At this time, Uchiha Madara was already sweating on his forehead, but he still forced himself to hold his respect: hum! How can I return what I, Uchiha Madara, took back? Such surging power! Aizen Sōsuke, I really want to thank you for your research! Ha ha ha ha!