Naruto: Become Uchiha Madara’s mobile health pack

That hand reached for Shenwei's face. This time, he didn't hide anymore, and the veil was easily taken off by that hand.

There is no need to hide anymore, even if only a pair of eyes are left exposed, the other party will still know it is him.

Under the veil, the beautiful face was abnormally pale in the moonlight. Even after escaping for so long, it was still pale, and there was no trace of carmine due to the rapid flow of blood.

Madara tightened the gauze scarf in his hand and looked intently at his shocked lover.

Kamui, he is really not dead, he is still alive.

Such huge joy was also an impact, like a huge surge that overwhelmed him.

He should have said something at this time, but he couldn't open his mouth, and countless mixed sounds poured into his brain, making him not sure what to say.

Madara wanted to take a deep breath. He urgently needed oxygen supply, but he didn't dare. He was afraid that this was still a dream, an illusion.

He was afraid that if he was too sober, the person he wanted to see would disappear into thin air, just like the dreams he had had in the past few months.

The cold wind blew from one direction to the other. The two people who didn't speak and just looked at each other stood there like puppets.

After the impact, Kamui was the first to react. He moved his shoulders. After Madara hesitated for a moment, he took his hand away.

The eyes no longer meet, the eyes dare not touch, and the sobriety of adults always pops up at inopportune times.

Having dealt a fatal blow to the opponent before, this cannot be treated as non-existence. When Madara thinks like this, the same goes for Kamui, so he doesn't want to meet Uchiha Madara so soon when he is awake.

The two people reunited under such circumstances, and their words became extremely pale. They didn't know what opening words to use to explain each other's life, death, love and hate. They were obviously the two closest people in the world, but at this time they became extremely strange and alienated. .

Kamui took a step back without leaving a trace, trying to put as much distance between himself and Uchiha Madara as possible.

Although Madara didn't say anything, this subtle move by Kamui was dazzling in Madara's eyes, as if he was disgusted with him.

In fact, Kamui really wanted to get close to him. He didn't want to retreat. Instead, he wanted to rush towards that person and hug him as hard as before.

He wanted to tell Madara that he was very cold and the sand under his feet was cold. He wanted to tell Madara about these separate days and nights. He thought that he could not sleep.

However, it would be weird to speak in this situation. Saying such words without knowing whether it was peace or a fight, Kamui couldn't say it.

It was as if he had stripped away Uchiha Kamui's body and was facing this person with his true colors.

Once the other person knows his secret, he becomes transparent in front of this person. What he did before with confidence and boldness in someone else's skin, now he can no longer do it shamelessly.

"God, divine power."

After all, Madara took the first step. He was a little unsure of what to do and took a small step towards Kamui.

After hearing Madara calling his name, hearing that there was no anger or hatred in his tone, and hearing that he was cautious and cautious, Kamui was finally willing to turn his head and look at him.

"Ah, Madara, haha, what a coincidence, we actually met here, um..." Kamui closed his mouth angrily.

Such an opening was really terrible, to the point that he couldn't even listen to it, so it would be better not to say it than to say something that would make people laugh.

Madara didn't say a word, just silently staring at his face, almost in a gaze-like manner.

Because his silence was so complete that no one could guess what he was thinking.

Kamui couldn't see through him, he couldn't figure out what Madara was going to do.

The acupuncture points have been sealed, and he only has physical skills left to fight against him. Now Uchiha Madara is no longer the boy who was outclassed by him in physical skills when he was a child. He is not afraid of himself, so why doesn't he take action?

Doesn't he want to kill himself?

No, when he was in Tianjian Gorge before, didn't he do it very happily?

Now, what's the matter now? Who is he looking at with such affectionate eyes?

"you……"

Shenwei wanted to ask him, "Don't you want to kill me?" 】

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt sour and uncomfortable inside. He hurriedly shut up and turned his face to one side, scolding himself for being pretentious while his eyes were moist.

Bah, don't you just like someone? Why do you make yourself look like Lin Daiyu?

However, he couldn't control himself, and tears fell from his eyes as if he didn't want money.

Shenwei felt that he was so embarrassed that he actually shed tears for a man. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he still had to admit that he had been a crybaby since he was a child.

No one stipulates that a man cannot cry. This is a shackles he imposes on himself.

It is embarrassing to reveal one's true feelings to another person easily, at least Kamui always thinks so.

A person who rarely gets love is fragile and sensitive, always like a hedgehog, unwilling to expose the softest parts of his body to others easily...

The opponent's wrist was firmly held, and the next second, he pulled hard, and Shenwei's shoulder hit a wall made of a hard chest.

The arms wrapped around him, from light to heavy, and finally hugged him tightly.

He had the illusion that if he continued to rub it like this, he would become pieces embedded in Madara's body.

From the beginning to the end, Madara spoke very little. He did not dare to speak easily. He was afraid that if he said too much, he would make many mistakes.

He knew that his Kamui was a delicate, sensitive and fragile person, and he was timid to say anything at this moment of loss and reunion.

There were too many things he wanted to say to him, and too many questions he wanted to ask, but now, he didn't dare. He was afraid that if he didn't say a word well, Shenwei would abandon him and walk away.

Also, he was really afraid that this was the enemy's illusion. He was afraid that he would wake up too quickly, and when he woke up, he would still be empty around him, not even a shadow of the divine power.

However, Madara noticed that his chest was wet. He held the person in his arms tightly, feeling the other person's tears wet his clothes bit by bit.

The moist feeling was so real that he had to suspect that it was not an illusion, but a fact.

"Divine power."

"..."

"Kamui, Kamui?"

The hoodie fell from his head to his back during the tug. Madara stroked the long hair of the person in his arms and called the other person's name over and over again as if seeking confirmation.

However, he called again and again, but never received a response from the gods.

Madara gradually became anxious, and his big hands covered the back of Kamui's neck. He pinched the back of Kamui's neck and pulled his face away from his chest, just like he usually did when picking up a cat.

The moonlight was hazy like a glass of watered-down milk, and in this hazy moonlight, Shenwei's moist face appeared very close to his eyes.

This is the face in memory, only thinner and paler than in memory.

They have experienced life and death. Once love and hate are related to life and death, they will also have weight.

Kamui was no longer used to crying in front of anyone, so he simply closed his eyes. His eyelids were not like the gates of the reservoir, which could trap all the tears in his eyes. The teardrops seemed to have their own consciousness and rolled down one by one.