[Comprehensive] Forced to Mary Sue

I just felt that the warm and sticky liquid in the eye sockets slowly flowed from the corners of the eyes down the cheeks to the chin. The place it passed was like a rainstorm passing by, as if it was corroding my skin, which made me unbearable. After a little struggle, I was imprisoned The whirlpool face holding me this time took advantage of the trend and let me go with a smile.

I stretched out my hand to cover my eyes, and as soon as my finger touched the sunken upper eyelid, my hand was covered with blood, and I felt the other side of my cheek was also wet, so I wiped my bloody hand over there. , wiped away the tears in one hand, diluting the blood color on the hand, the mixed liquid of blood and tears spread along the lines on the palm prints to the whole palm, and then dripped from the edge of the palm.

"I don't think anyone in the Uchiha family knows me now. Answer me, who are you?"

Madara spoke again, and I slightly raised my head. His left eye had already been opened, and a red Sangoama Sharingan that belonged to me just now was staring straight at me. There was no expression on his thin face. Although his body was already very weak at this time, his aura was even more frightening than when he was young. Against the faint light, he looked like a fierce ghost who came to seek his life.

I looked at him and said nothing.

At this time, a pale person came out from the darkness, and said with a slight complaint: "Madara, it's not easy to catch a Uchiha who has opened the Sangouyu Sharingan alive, hurry up and take her right eye too!" Come out."

The whirlpool face also echoed.

Madara didn't seem to want to worry about this issue anymore, he closed his eyes and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, anyway, all I need is your eyes." eyes out.

I opened my only remaining right eye wide, looking at his dry cheek against the candlelight. The blood in the left eye socket and the tears in the right eye socket were still flowing down the cheek continuously. His face was already limited. The vision became blurred, only the fingers getting closer to my eyes became clearer.

At this time, Uzumaki who was standing beside him suddenly shouted: "Madara! Your hand!"

I followed his words and looked at Madara's right hand, only to find that the palm of his right hand, which was stained with my blood, was no longer dry and skinny. Like going back to my youth.

"This..." He opened his eyes wide, looking at the palm that was completely different from his aging body.

"Is it this little girl's blood!" Whirlpool pointed at me and exaggeratedly shouted, "Can this little girl's blood make you younger!"

And Bai Jue on the other side also jumped up happily: "Then drain all her blood and pour it on Madara's body! I'll go get a bucket!"

But Madara didn't speak, he stretched out his other hand that wasn't stained with blood, gently touched my tear-stained right cheek, and wiped away the warm transparent liquid one by one.

I looked at him with my right eye, and he looked at me with my left eye, and they looked at each other for a long time. He put the tear-covered hand in front of his eyes, looked at the palm that had returned to its youthful appearance, and pulled out a slightly mocking smile: "It's amazing tears."

... Maria's Tears.

I didn't expect that the ability to read this name, which is full of slots, would have such an effect.

It's just that now I don't feel the excitement of opening my golden finger at all. The pain from my eyes seems to have paralyzed my body. Even though I have escaped from the confinement of the whirlpool face, I find that my strength is gradually losing, and I can only support my body. will suddenly fall to the ground.

"So, who are you?" Madara continued to ask me this question, different from before, this time his tone was a little more curious.

I tried my best to keep my eyes level with Madara, endured the severe pain and tiredness in my eye sockets, and then smiled at him, probably because his face was covered in blood so the smile was a bit scary. I saw his expression seemed to be stiff, but the corners of my mouth were curled up It was even higher, revealing the sharp premolars: "I am your eyes, Brother Ban."

In the next second, the power that was struggling to support my consciousness disappeared, my eyes went dark, and I fell headlong towards him.

...I really regret that I didn't practice the Iron Head Kungfu, otherwise, this blow would probably knock out all the old teeth in his mouth.

... Alas, sorry.

When I was still thinking about whether or not Shaolin Temple would accept female disciples to teach Iron Head Kungfu, a curtain of rain appeared in front of my eyes, as if it had been dry for many days, and suddenly it rained heavily. It was very difficult to see a rusted barbed wire wall and the towering hills around it.Of course I don't expect Madara to let me go, so I should be dreaming now?

I took a step forward, and kicked something on my foot. I looked down, and it was an old soda can whose pattern could not be seen clearly. At the same time, I found that there were discarded radios, broken plates, torn Only ordinary books and the like are left.

Overall, it's rubbish.

I looked around, what kind of hill was so tall, it was all piled up garbage.

Drenched in the rain, I walked forward, and suddenly saw a few traces of blood between the water under my feet. I walked in the direction where the blood came from, turned around a mountain of garbage, and saw a pile of worn-out sheets under the mountain of garbage on the opposite side. In the simple shed, there were two teenagers.

One of them was lying down, but it was definitely a boy. His black hair was all wet, revealing his pale forehead, and his clothes were spread open on both sides. From my angle, I could see the terrible blood on his shoulder The knife edge and the hand on the ground were bleeding continuously, and the blood flowed down the rain, almost staining the surrounding ground red.

And a girl with purple long hair was sitting next to him, covering her face as if she was crying, but when she let go of the hand covering her face, she saw that although her face was full of tears, she had no expression on her face, she always After a period of time, he wiped the tears off his face with his hands, and then rubbed them on the boy's wound, repeating this process, and the boy's wound gradually healed.

After a long time, the terrible wound on the boy's shoulder healed completely, and her face was also terribly pale.She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, stood up, walked outside the shed, and used her body to shield the boy from the rain that kept slapping in.However, as soon as she got outside the shed, she staggered and fell down on the muddy ground. She coughed a few times and let out a hoarse groan. He caught the boy who was still in a coma, and used his back to block the rain.

I stood not far away and looked at the pair of siblings. After a long time, the rain gradually stopped and I woke up from the dream.

I opened my eyes suddenly, but the lid of my left eye was tightly closed. In my limited vision, it was not the towering rubbish mountains, but the erratic firelight on the rock wall.

"Yo, are you awake?" A white swirl face suddenly rushed into my eyes, his tone was relaxed and cheerful, "You have been asleep for a long time, I almost thought you thought your eyes were gouged out, so you died of pain. "

I looked away, and then saw Madara leaning back in the chair with his eyes closed and resting from behind him.

"Madara is tired now, and is resting." Uzumaki turned sideways, filling my vision with his whole body, and then waved his hands, "So you can only talk to me. You talk to me, talk to me. "

I glanced at him and said, "Go away."

"You're going too far!" Uzumaki yelled as if he had been greatly shocked, sitting aside and hugging his knees.

I sat up, only to realize that I was lying on a bed, and I reached out to touch my left eye, where a bandage had already been applied, and the blood and tear stains on my face had also been cleaned.

I looked at Madara sitting in the chair, and as if he felt something, he slowly opened his eyes, then turned his face sideways, and met my eyes.

"Although you know who I am, you don't seem to be afraid of me." He said slowly, and then added a few words, "Uchiha makes a fire."

I am not surprised that he knows this name. Although he is constrained underground due to physical reasons, he knows exactly what happened on the ground, and even arranged the battle between Kirigakure and Kakashi and Lin, so that the Tu walked into the trap he had set.During the period when I was in a coma, Bai Jue probably investigated everything about Uchiha's fire, including how old my aunt was...

I looked at him for a while, then looked away, and was about to get off the bed, but just as I got off the bed, I felt a burst of weakness in my legs, and I almost fell to the ground. To avoid the tragedy of falling to the ground, I looked at Madara again, cleared my throat with a few coughs, and sat down on the bed.

"Your ability is amazing, but it seems to consume quite a lot of vitality." Madara said, with a trace of inquiry in the eyes of the red three-gauge jade writing wheel.

Thinking about it, such a powerful auxiliary ability must pay a corresponding price when using it. Thinking of Kulala's weakness to the point of being unable to stand after saving Kurollo in the dream, I also understand why she would be with Kurollo. After Lolo separated, he restricted his ability to read.

Thinking of this, I looked at Madara, this thing left me with a right eye, isn't it planning to lock me up here and let me cry to him every day?

He seemed to be able to guess what I was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if mocking me: "Although your ability is beyond my expectation, I don't even bother to be healthy and strong on the surface. What I care more about is... ..." The three gouyu in his writing wheel eyes began to turn slowly, "Who the hell are you?"

The flame flickered, and his side face appeared and disappeared in the faint light. I stared at his eye, only feeling that my remaining right eye was slightly burning. I touched the bandage covering the left eye with my hand. The fingertips touched the shriveled eye sockets.

I imitated him and curled up the corners of my mouth, the angle was just right, raised my eyes slightly, and said softly: "Didn't you say that, I am your eyes."

This is better than pretending, I can give myself ten points.