Chapter Seventy-Two: Pit Goods
The eldest brother here is indeed deeply trapped in all kinds of anxieties and problems.
Like what:
What if Madara once again refuses to form an alliance?
The younger brother hasn't come back yet, the documents have been completed, will the younger brother kill himself when he comes back?
Didn't the Vortex clan break with them with a thousand hands, why did they marry again? Uzumaki Mito, this woman has no fixed number in her heart over and over again, which is really annoying!
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Without a younger brother, as if without a steering wheel, today's thousand-handed pillar is still very big.
However, when he greeted his brother's return with a happy face, he was poured cold water on his face.
However, he didn't care about the ruthless attitude of the door, really!
The Thousand-Hand Patriarch, who often had tears in his eyes, struggled to swallow and choked.
"Big brother!" Thousands of hands looked at the thousands of hands in the embarrassing scene again, too stupid, I don't look at when, still playing.
The expression of the thousand-handed brother was even more aggrieved: "Between the doors, why don't you understand the heart of the eldest brother at all,......"
Senju's face was expressionless: "Your heart should be understood by the woman in Uzumaki Mito!" β
"Huh?" Thousand Hands Pillar was stunned when he heard this name, and then laughed:
"Hehe, what does Mito have to do with me?"
"Big brother!" Senju couldn't help but yell, "You left a long list of documents unprocessed, what's the matter with provoking that crazy woman from Uzumaki Mito back?" β
Qianshou Zhu scratched his head, looking helpless: "What can I do, she wants to come, can I still let her come?" After all, they used to be allies, and it was not easy to do too much. And ......" Speaking of this, he paused and excitedly announced to the Thousand Hands: "They want to join us in the alliance and build a village together, isn't this another strength." That's a good thing,......, eh, why are you looking at me like that? β
The Thousand Hands Pillar, who was talking happily, finally saw his younger brother's expression of forbearance and imminent volcanic eruption, and his back was cold, and his strong intuition made him stop.
"Don't tell me, you promised?" As if squeezed out of between his teeth, he gritted his teeth between a thousand hands.
"No, no, hahaha." The eldest brother shuddered without the authority of the eldest man among the thousand hand pillars, and after explaining, he couldn't help laughing and avoiding his younger brother's condemning gaze.
"I don't agree." Thousands of hands returned to their usual seriousness, and said in a serious and deep voice.
His attitude made the Thousand Hands Pillar also become serious, and he restrained his somewhat exaggerated expression and asked, "Why?" It's obviously beneficial to establish a village and allow the ninja to exist peacefully, so why don't you agree? β
Qianshou frowned, but he didn't expect that the eldest brother already had plans to agree.
"Big brother, have you thought about other families?"
"Huh?" Doubts between the Thousand Hands Pillar.
"Will the Hyuga clan and the Uchiha clan agree to let the Uzumaki clan join the plan to create a ninja village, have you considered these big brothers?"
"Isn't that working hard, Madara hasn't agreed yet, one more is one."
There is a headache between the thousands of hands, and the eldest brother is too naΓ―ve.
This is the founder of the establishment of the village, and after success, he will have an absolute advantage and a voice, and he does not think that Madara Uchiha or Hisunawa, after agreeing to form an alliance, will agree to let the Uzumaki clan join in and get a piece of the pie.
What's more, he is not optimistic about the discredited troublemaker of Uzumaki Mito.
With a sigh of relief, Thousand Hands was patient, and analyzed the pros and cons with Thousand Hands Pillar, letting him know the seriousness of the matter.
"What then?" Qianshou Zhu looked at his younger brother with a headache:
"Mito said she wanted to come over to discuss, and I agreed."
Between a Thousand Hands: . . .
Big brother, you!