Now that he was sleeping next to Tenten, Uchiha Madara felt that he would not be able to fall asleep even if he closed his eyes.
"Don't sleep yet. Let's chat for a while." Although Uchiha Madara had said he wanted to sleep, Kenping Yuelai did not look tired at all.
In Uchiha Madara's eyes, Kenping Yuelai saw hope and spirit, but not the slightest trace of fatigue.
"I'm already an old man. I can't compare to young people like you. You can go a whole day without sleep, but if I did that, you might kick me out of the team the next day," Uchiha Madara said with a smile.
Uchiha Madara did not know why Uchiha Madara was keeping him awake to chat. Was he trying to test him?
"I'm saying, as the number one assassin on the Elzeran Continent, you should be one of the coldest people in this world," Uchiha Madara said.
"But why are you so talkative now? You just keep talking and talking," Uchiha Madara said helplessly.
Kenping Yuelai's image was nothing like that of a cold-blooded assassin. He was more like a tavern attendant, or perhaps a warmhearted neighbor.
An assassin who could talk endlessly—just thinking about it left Uchiha Madara speechless.
"Fine, I won't keep you from sleeping." Seeing that Uchiha Madara truly did not want to pay him any attention, Kenping Yuelai could only shake his head and leave his side.
Then Uchiha Madara watched as Kenping Yuelai actually went back inside the Hunter Association and began chatting with those people.
It was Uchiha Madara's first time seeing an assassin who talked so much.
Although he was not sleepy at all and had no desire to sleep, Uchiha Madara still closed his eyes. After all, as an old man, he ought