Chapter 258 Tasting the love of our ancestors

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"Movie? Black stockings?"

"What the hell?"

"Jue, do you know what this is?"

Madara, who looked confused, frowned and asked.

Whether it’s a declaration of war or a plea for peace…

Before tearing open the envelope, Madara had already imagined countless possibilities.

Only I didn't expect it.

That Natsume brat actually wrote such a series of inexplicable contents.

Similarly, Hei Jue was also in a daze and couldn't understand the meaning.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and explain:

"Movies are a form of comic strips that present fabricated stories to ordinary people..."

"story?"

"Yes, it seems to be becoming more and more popular in those small countries, similar to the old-fashioned drama."

Madara is very wise.

In an instant, various elements were connected together and the general guess was made.

"Drama? Story? Uchiha?"

"Hmph! That kid is really serious. He probably wants to use this kind of drama to wash away the Uchiha clan's stigma..."

"You actually plan to borrow my name. What a naughty kid!"

"By the way, what is that black stocking?"

"..."

Hei Jue was sweating coldly and kept silent.

Master Ban: "Huh? Say it quickly!"

Hei Jue: "It seems to be a kind of erotic clothing that women wear on their legs to tease men..."

"I see!"

"Are you planning to use this stunt to attract people to watch?"

Master Ban nodded in approval and judged very rationally.

This tactic of creating gimmicks and deceiving targets was something he had used a lot back then, so it naturally worked.

etc……

Why does it feel like something is wrong?

"Black stockings?"

"spot?"

"Myself?"

"Let me wear it?"

"I'm going to seduce Hashirama?"

Master Ban was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed horribly:

"asshole!"

"Kid, I'm going to kill you!"

An angry roar exploded into the sky, and a massive amount of chakra roared out.

Just for a moment.

Half of the [Tsuchikage Building] instantly fell apart and turned into ruins.

Poor Ohnoki was just about to step into the building.

He was submerged in a pile of rubble and was severely pressed under the rubble...



"Madara-sama, calm down!"

"That brat probably wants to anger you on purpose!"

"Without your participation, this bullshit movie would never have been made."

"Even if it takes shape, it can only deceive ordinary people, and it will definitely not affect your reputation in the ninja world!"

"Besides, what is this compared to our grand plan?"

Black Zetsu's persuasion made Madara gradually calm down.

"Hmph! You're right."

"It's just a false name, not worth mentioning."

"This kid is probably irritating me on purpose..."

"Forget it, why bother with a child?"

"Looking back, when the plan succeeds, I will find an opportunity for him to taste the love from his ancestors..."

Madara took a deep breath and swore secretly.

to be honest.

He is still tolerant of children.

What's more, he is an outstanding descendant with the blood of his own Uchiha clan...

Of course, the most important thing is because there is nothing we can do about that brat now...

Seeing this, Hei Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

Although, he was also very afraid of that kid.

I can't wait to get rid of it soon.

But he was really scared, so Madara went straight to that little brat Natsume.

If we win, that's fine.

If he fails, his 'plan to save his mother' may be in vain again!

How could he bear it?

Only then did he quickly persuade Master Ban.

"Madara-sama? What about now?"

"Hmph! Ignore this letter and just let that brat make trouble. I want to see what kind of story he can make up between me and Hashirama!"

Master Ban waved his hand and stopped worrying.

To be honest, I was even slightly looking forward to it?

After all, it's about the 'love and affection' between himself and Hashirama, which is really exciting!

"So, what's the plan?"

Madara: "Step up the repair of the [Herety Golem]. Once the repair is completed, start the plan immediately! We can't delay it any longer..."

"As you command!"

Hei Jue was secretly happy and quickly accepted the order.

Turned into a ball of black mud and sneaked into the underground ruins...



to be honest.

When Natsume sent the invitation letter, she didn't expect Madara to agree.

Anyway, even if Master Ban doesn’t agree.

On his side, he can still use illusion and transformation skills to pretend to be him and participate in filming.

However, as an ancestor, I still have to inform you first.

This will make you look more polite!

Afterwards, when the feature film is released, it won’t make Madara madly excited!

Of course, the other side.

Natsume didn't know that Tobirama had secretly brought Ci Xian, the 'big bastard', back to Konoha Village.

They even regarded it as a big aid.

If he knew it, Natsume would probably be laughing so hard.

After all, it is too rare to 'lead a wolf into the house'.

Really looking forward to it.

After Ci Xian nibbled away the leaves, they were suddenly exposed.

What kind of expression will that bastard Tobirama make?



Meanwhile, in the evening.

After reviewing and instructing everyone in Hyuga.

Natsume also immediately came to the village gate and began to wait.

No special reason.

It's just to greet a certain rich woman.

Even though 'Kakuzu's treasury' was all spent by a certain prodigal woman, it is undeniable that a rich woman is still a rich woman.

Xiaonan is still a humanoid money printing machine!

At this stage, there are too many places where [Detonating Talisman] needs to be used.

The 'detonating arrows' used in Hyuga ninja training, and the mines also require a large number of 'detonating charms' for mining and blasting mountains...

In addition, this thing can be sold and earn a lot of money.

How can Natsume not love her?

I wish Xiaonan would come back soon and start printing money like crazy.

Therefore, to show your goodwill and attention.

Of course you need to come and greet them in person.

It was definitely not to see the disgusted and unwilling expression on a certain rich woman's face.