Douluo Zhibo Madara

"Water!" Madara's voice was hoarse, and he shouted weakly and unconsciously.

A stream of clear water flowed along the corner of his mouth, quenching Madara's thirst.

Madara reluctantly opened his eyes, glanced at the people who surrounded him, and slowly spoke out with his chapped lips: "How long have I been asleep? Xiaosan, is he okay?"

"Brother Madara, you finally woke up! You don't know that you have been sleeping for three days!" Oscar, who had the closest relationship with Madara, was the first to say.

"Ahem! It doesn't matter." Madara struggled to get up from the bed, but found that he was so weak that he could only let others pin him down on the bed again.

"I'm fine! Mistress, where is he?" Madara looked around and found that the familiar figure did not appear, and asked with a frown.

"He has gone to hire a healing soul master for you. He may not be back until a few days later! You must have a good rest these days!" Xiao Wu said this while the porridge that had been prepared nearby was brought up.

"I'm not that fragile yet! I'll do it by myself!" Even though Madara was in bed with me, his proud and arrogant character didn't change, and he still stubbornly wanted to do it by himself.

"Brother Madara, you are seriously injured, so you should take a good rest!" Oscar took the initiative and started feeding Madara.

"You go back first, just let Oscar be here! Don't disturb his rest!" Master Yu Xiaogang gave orders to everyone at this time.

After everyone heard this, they thought it would be better to leave Banner alone to recover quietly, so they filed out one by one.

After Oscar finished feeding him, he quickly backed away in fear, ignoring Madara's look that wanted to kill him.

You didn't even listen to what I said?It seems that after I recover from my injury, your training will also be put on the agenda!Madara looked at Oscar who escaped in embarrassment under his death gaze, and thought to himself.

"The injury is really serious!" Madara raised his palm with difficulty, and the pale color on it was without any vitality.

Madara turned his head slightly and looked at the mirror beside the bed, and saw that he looked frail. His original black hair had turned gray, his cold and handsome face had become as thin as skin and bones, his cheeks were deeply sunken and his cheekbones were high. It looks like it's going to be around for a long time.

It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced such a weak feeling!It seems that the last time was after the sneak attack by that bastard Hei Jue.

Madara is very dissatisfied with his current physical condition, but he also knows to follow the healing soul master's words.

No matter how arrogant Madara is, he will never make fun of his body. The body is the capital of revolution.Even in the ninja world of the previous life, many people still obeyed the instructions of medical ninjas.

But the mistress can be safe and sound, it's all worth it!A smile finally appeared on Madara's skinny face.

"Did he drink all the porridge?" The master stood with his hands behind his hands outside the infirmary and asked with concern.

"Don't worry! Master! Don't worry when I do the work!" Oscar said proudly, and he also asked Yu Xiaogang to show the empty bowl.

"That's good!" Flanders on the side also breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how proud Madara was. If he couldn't accept his current situation, the consequences of going on a hunger strike would be disastrous.

Madara was not as fragile as he imagined. After all, how could a person with an iron will who had experienced death twice be defeated by this little predicament.

Ben in the room was still completely ignorant of everything that was happening outside. He just tried to open his martial soul sharingan, but he felt an extremely painful pain and could only give up temporarily.

"Is it too overdrawn?" Madara felt that his vision was blurry and subconsciously touched his eye sockets.

He still knew what happened to his junior in his previous life. No matter how powerful he was, he had to pay a painful price.

"I'm afraid it's completely turned on this time!" Madara Wushen stared at the white ceiling, thinking constantly in his heart.

Madara knows the consequences of long-term use of the Mangekyo Sharingan, which carries the risk of blindness.

In this world, Madara's Sharingan Spirit is unique, and there is absolutely no other pair to make up for his shortcomings.

Even if there were, Madara would never accept her brother's eyes, which had become her nightmare.

However, Madara suddenly thought of something different about himself when he was in a coma. That difference was the feeling when he turned on the Eternal Kaleidoscope.

There should be something that can directly catalyze the Eternal Kaleidoscope, otherwise Madara's forced overdraft would not be a problem of slightly blurred vision, and it would not be surprising even if he was blind.

what is it?

Madara fell into hard thinking, but he couldn't think of the key, so he had no choice but to give up and close his eyes to rest.

.........

"Master disciple Tang San of Shrek Academy has come to pay a visit to his senior!" Tang San said respectfully to the old woman in front of him.

"So you are the master's disciple! This kid, Lingling, has mentioned you to me, and of course your brother!" Although the old woman was nearly [-] years old, she still looked energetic, and she took a sip of tea with a smile.

"Tang San came here this time to ask senior to take action on my brother Ban!" Tang San said with sincere eyes and a sincere tone.

"I see! But brothers must also settle accounts! What can our Ye family get?" After hearing this, the old woman pondered for a while, and then slowly spoke.

"You can get a promise from us two brothers! You can also get rewards from our academy!" Tang San said still neither humble nor overbearing.

"Your promise?" The old woman looked like she didn't want to believe it, and said with a dumb smile.

"Then do you know who hurt my brother?" Tang San said calmly, obviously knowing that he, a little-known boy, would not be able to sway him.

"Who?"

"Poison Douluo!" Tang San slowly spit out these three words, looking calm and calm.

The old woman was obviously shocked, and her eyes turned to Liu Erlong aside.

Liu Erlong closed his eyes and rested beside him, feeling extremely surprised in his heart.

When he first came in, Tang San secretly told Liu Erlong to try to be as silent as possible while Tang San himself would do the talking. Although Liu Erlong didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, he still agreed.

"A soul sect who escaped with his life at the hands of a titled Douluo! How far do you think my brother can reach?" Tang San stood up like this, leaning forward slightly with his hands on the table, his eyes staring into the eyes of the old woman opposite him. Said: ""

"Don't worry! Poison Douluo won't pursue it!" Seeing the hesitation on the other person's face, Tang San immediately spoke to dispel the other person's worries.

The whole room fell into silence. You could only hear the old woman's fingers tapping the table rhythmically. After a while, she said: "Okay! Let Lingling accompany you first! I'll prepare for a while and I'll be there soon!" "

Become!