"Hmm! That's good, Madara, why don't you let Shenlong be the chef in the future! ”

The cat fairy kept clutching various foods as she spoke. ―{2}{3}{w}{x}]

"The wooden clone still wants the dragon to be a mount!"

Madara picked up the red wine on the table and poured a glass, and saw Boomer standing on the side, "Let's have a bite to eat?" ”

"Ahh Good! ”

Boomer came back to his senses and hurriedly sat down in his chair.

Madara's request, she naturally won't refuse, even if she is not hungry, she has to pretend to eat a few bites.

"You can let Shenlong be a mount during the day, and let Shenlong cook at night." Mao Xiaoxian smiled secretly, fortunately Shenlong went back, otherwise he would definitely collapse.

"Haha......"

Madara is amused by the cat fairy.

"It's really delicious."

Boomer took a few bites and felt very good and had a great appetite.

"Humph! I'm a literal foodie, and when I say something delicious, it must be delicious. ”

The cat fairy raised her head proudly, not forgetting to put a piece of pudding in her mouth.

"Eat more if it's delicious!"

Madara ate very slowly, tasted carefully, gently shook the red wine in the cup, looked at the cat Xiaoxian silently through the glass, and whispered in his heart: "Xiaoxian, the next time we eat together, it will be a long wait for me." ”

As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened, and the hazy night shrouded the forest, and in the clearing was a long table, a black-haired young man sat on a chair, and a black cat lay in the middle of the table, as if asleep, with a stack of empty plates beside him.

There were also fruit peels and food scraps scattered on the ground.

A coquettish teenage girl sits next to the brunette youth. Almost attached to his body, his little hand holding a wine bottle, his little face flushed. Seems to have drunk quite a bit.

This meal was eaten for a long time, from noon to night, the food in the middle was changed several times, and the food of the divine dragon had already been eaten.

Because the next time I eat it, I don't know when it will be waiting.

"If you can't drink it, drink less."

Madara frowned slightly, and took the empty wine bottle from Boomer's hand. Put it on the table.

"Hmmm! Madara-sama is so nice. ”

Boomer put his arms around Madara's arm and smiled stupidly, his mouth slightly open. Exhaled alcohol sprays onto Madara's face.

"You understand what I just said?" Madara raised an eyebrow.

"I'll go wherever you go, don't leave me alone."

Boomer gripped Madara's arm, as if afraid he would disappear.

“……”

Madara couldn't laugh or laugh, and he didn't know if Boomer really understood what he meant. He told Boomer that he was leaving this world. Unexpectedly, Boomer agreed without hesitation.

And with a flight stamp, he sent a letter to his family.

"Whirring ......"

Boomer rests his head on Madara's shoulders and falls into a deep sleep.

"It's time to go!"

Madara raised his head and stared at the night sky, his eyes flashing a red light, and a transparent vortex sucked the cat fairy in, and soon Madara and Boomer's disappeared into the vortex.

There was a mess in front of the long tables in the clearing, and the diners had already left.

Shenwei Space, the Kingdom of Clouds.

The living room of the chalet. Madara carries Bulma to the couch and takes off his black trench coat. Cover her body.

Walking into the bedroom, Mao Xiaoxian was lying on the bed, sleeping without any image, not knowing that she had returned to the Shenwei space.

Madara gently picked up the cat fairy, put her little head on the pillow, pulled up the quilt on the side, and covered her body.

"Hmm!"

The cat fairy snorted lightly, rolled over, and fell asleep again.

With a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Madara stood up and took off his suit, put it in the closet, loosened the collar and cuffs, and disappeared into the room.

In a larger wooden house in the distance, a young girl was lying on a desk, with unkempt brown hair, wearing a black robe, holding a quill in her hand, and from time to time comparing the thick books spread out on the side, and there was a stack of books on the table.

On the sofa outside the house sat two identical black-haired youths, one with a blank face and the other eating an apple.

"I asked you to teach Hermione, not to let you eat apples."

Madara picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"Hermione is so smart, don't you know, you don't need me to teach you at all."

The wooden clone chewed the apple disapprovingly.

"How's it going?"

Madara put down his coffee cup and stared calmly at the wooden clone.

"It's still the same ......"

The wooden clone looked casual, and when he saw Madara's gaze, he seemed to understand something, "Have you gotten the cultivation method of qi?" ”

"Hmm!" Madara nodded.

"Are you really going to do that?"

The wooden clone suddenly put down the apple in his hand and looked at Madara silently, with a complicated look on his face.

"Hmm!"

"When does it start?" The wooden clone frowned.

"Now!"

Madara got up and pushed open the door to a room, and it wasn't Hermione, nor a magical study, but a much smaller study with a table in the room, a wallpaper hanging in the corner, and a pile of books around it, as well as a lot of ninjutsu scrolls.

There are office utensils on the desk, more like an office.

Madara sat down in his chair and pressed the drawer with his right hand, the black runes faded and with a bang, the drawer spread out to reveal a stack of papers.

"That's it?"

Madara flipped through the papers a few times, then looked up at the wooden clone.

"And thanks to the help of Hermione and the secret props, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see anything right now." The wooden clone sighed.

"Are we that stupid?" Madara suddenly smiled.

"Of course not, there is too little critical time, and we are blazing a trail that no one has taken, how can it be so easy."

The wooden clone also laughed, and sighed softly at the end.

"Say thank you to her for me!"

Madara stared at the document in his hand without raising his head.

"You'd better tell her personally!" The wooden clone said indifferently.

"You want to go back?"

Madara put down the papers in his hand and looked up at the wooden clone with a twinkle in his eyes.

"At such an important moment, of course I want to go back, we are one, we share blessings and difficulties, and the most important thing is my memory, which can save you a lot of time." The wooden clone said softly.

"I was really touched by what you said."

Madara got up and walked over to the wooden clone and pressed his shoulder.

"You're really going to compliment yourself!"

The wooden clone smiled, his face changed suddenly, and he said solemnly: "You must succeed!" No matter what the cost! ”

"Definitely!" Madara smiled and nodded.

The wooden clone said no more, turning into a wooden stick and burrowing into Madara's body.

"Hmm!"

Madara shook his head and sat down in his chair, feeling the memories of the wooden clone.

Since he left the wizarding world, Hermione has been living in a converted wooden house in the magic study, studying all kinds of magic books all day long, and also reading not only Hermione, but also adding a wooden clone.

Madara knew what would happen in the end, and he knew what was going to happen in the end.

Madara's goal is not to learn skills that are unique to each world, but to integrate them, and EVA and the mutant world are the easiest.

Madara endured the excruciating pain of the gene cell injection, but he survived and he won. On the contrary, the wizarding world involves countless theoretical knowledge, which takes a lot of time and may not be able to learn it all, so he needs Hermione's clever brain.

The so-called martial arts are meritorious, Madara is indeed a genius, and many things can be learned at once, but ninjutsu has occupied a lot of Madara's brain cells, and he has learned magic again, and it is even more difficult to integrate the two.

The wooden clone is in the magic wooden house, and in addition to answering some of Hermione's questions, he also needs to find a way to fuse.

Now that Madara has obtained the cultivation method of Qi, coupled with the chaotic energy in his body, Madara decides to fuse these energies to create his own power.

It's hard, it's very difficult, but Madara has secret props, he just lacks information, and now that all the information is ready, Madara decides to start a new path.

The road that no one has walked belongs to Madara's own way!

"That's a lot of memories!"

Madara slowly opened his eyes, accepted the memories of the wooden clone in full, picked up the soul wand used by the wooden clone on the table, and walked to the door of the wallpaper base.

Bang!

The roller shutter door at the base of the wallpaper floats up, revealing a staircase.

Madara slipped into it, and walked down to the magic collection room, where the meditation basin was placed on the table, not sealed into the cabinet.

The wooden clone has too many memories every day, so he often puts useless memories into the meditation basin to keep his brain clear, which is also what Madara has to do now.

"This is really a good thing, the longer people live, the more complex their thoughts become, some memories want to be erased, but they can't do it, so what memories should I take out!"

Madara muttered to himself, his soul wand against his right temple, pulling out a trace of silver memory and gently stirring it into the meditation basin. (To be continued......)