[Death] Empty Cicada

The corner of Jing Qi's mouth sank, originally he didn't want to care about anything else, the young man's behavior was clearly backed by a backer, but it was just a coincidence... He hated the method of slapping someone as a lesson the most.

Especially such a young girl.

"Hey, don't you feel ashamed when a big man bullies a helpless girl?"

"Huh?" The young man looked unhappily at the person who appeared suddenly. Everyone knew what he did in the first district, but no one interrupted him without knowing good or bad. He looked at the slightly thin person in front of him with a grin.

"Oh? Then what are you going to do?"

"What? Apologize to her, and get out!"

Jing Qi usually does not have such passion to uphold justice, but the scene just now seemed familiar...

There are many ways to humiliate people, and Jing Qi thinks that this method is the most unacceptable to him.

Besides, someone needs to take care of it, this lawless guy.

Holding Zanpakutao in his hand, Jing Qi slowly approached the young man.

The young man threw down the girl in his hand, smiled and pulled out a shallow blow, "Hey, you should be the god of death, if you know colors, don't meddle in other people's business, otherwise you won't have good fruit to eat."

"Aren't you sorry? Then I'll be rude."

After speaking, Jing Qi pulled out his long knife, and it might be okay for a street gangster to intimidate civilians, but it would not be enough to put it in the place of the death chief, and the young man was knocked to the ground after a few hits.

Holding the knife, Jing Qi chopped off the young man's right forearm expressionlessly.

"Traveling people to prostitutes just because they can't pay a little money must be even more harmful. You have done a lot."

"Go away, don't let me see you."

"What's so great about the god of death! If you have the ability, report your name!"

"Liu Yuan Jingqi, the [-]th team has [-] seats."

After speaking, Jing Qi picked up the girl, asked her address, and sent it to the girl's home.

"What's your name?" Jing Qi picked up a towel and wiped the corner of the girl's mouth.

The girl seemed not to believe her good luck, but also frightened by the identity of Jing Qi's death god, she always wanted to get out of bed and kneel before him.

"Okay, I'm not used to people kneeling down for me at every turn."

The pure black pupils are round and round like a deer, trembling with excitement.

"My name is... Feizhen..."

"My lord's kindness... I"

"Ah, Fei Zhen, that's a nice name." When Jing Qi faced such a weak and beautiful creature, his voice became soft unconsciously.

"Grace? Well... why don't you promise me with your body, and I'm getting married too."

"I...I..." Fei Zhen blushed instantly, stuttering and unable to speak.

"What? Don't you want to? Ah... forget it, I'm just joking." Jing Qi laughed out loud, revealing his innocence.

Lan Ran clasped her hands together, and followed Jing Qi to here helplessly.

Jing Qi picked up Fei Zhen's hand and wiped off the blood on it, but found something strange.

"You used to have spiritual power?"

"Aizen...what's the situation, her spiritual pressure has been damaged?"

Under normal circumstances, a whole person with spiritual power is usually quite healthy, and a god of death who is born weak and sick like the captain of the [-]th squadron is quite rare.

Even if the illness is just a few days of minor illnesses such as colds and fevers, I have never heard that a person's spiritual pressure can also be damaged. The soul is closely related, physical strength and weakness, and emotional fluctuations can all be felt from the spiritual pressure. If the spiritual pressure is damaged, that is to say, what is wrong with this person's soul?

"Liu Yuan didn't say... I really didn't notice it, it's a very slight damage."

"According to others, I did have spiritual power in the past, but I can't remember what happened for a long time..."

Jing Qi frowned, no wonder she was so weak, it seemed that her soul body had been damaged in her lost memory.

"This is a few taels of silver. Although it's not much, it's enough for you to use for a while. Don't stay in the first district, go find a good man to marry elsewhere." Jing Qi stroked Feizhen's black hair.

"As long as they leave the west area of ​​Liuhun Street, they will not have such a big influence."

Fei Zhen struggled to get off the bed, and made a big gift, "My lord's kindness, we sisters can't repay, please accept Fei Zhen's bow."

Jing Qi had no choice but to help her up, "If we meet again by fate, Fei really might as well make a promise with her body."

Jing Qi did have a crush on the girl in her heart, but now the girl is still at the age of fourteen or five years old, although in ancient times it was already a time when she could marry, Jing Qi couldn't accept it.

If it is really destined...it would be nice to have a bride like this

That being the case, the world of corpses and souls is so vast, I'm afraid we won't see each other again.

"Yes... my lord."

It was already night when we went back to Jinglingting, and the bright moon rose silently, illuminating the twins who were at the highest place in the world of corpses and souls.

"Liu Yuan... didn't he think about what to do after saving people..."

"Huh? It seems not." Jing Qi gnawed on the unfinished dessert.

"There is a Reaper in every ten districts of Liuhun Street as the direct governor. Compared with the nobles above, that person is acquiescing. You have broken their secret rules. Liuyuan may have a hard time for you in the future." Although he said this As he spoke, Aizen had a smile on his face.

The world of corpses and souls has always separated itself from the real world and the virtual circle. This can be seen from the title they give themselves—the god of death, the god of death, a higher-level existence. This kind of pride runs through the world of corpses and souls from top to bottom. This is especially true for the ancient nobles, but with self-conceit and complacency, the same method can be continued for thousands of years, which shows how decayed the ruling class of the soul world is.

"Controlling civilians... This kind of disgraceful thing is probably the work of one of the current six high-ranking nobles in Jinglingting. Tanaka and Sakagami are retainers of the Kuchiki family. Tsubakiba and Kyoraku have always kept a low profile. The rest should be It's the shooting range or Omaeda."

"They're all familiar surnames. By the way, Lan Ran really knows about these!" Jing Qi usually never cared about these so-called factional struggles between nobles and commoners in the team, but he didn't care, which didn't mean it didn't exist.

"It's all helpless. Anyway, my family used to be one of them, but that was a long time ago." Under the moonlight, Jing Qi only saw Aizen's lenses.

At midnight, everything is quiet.

Located in an unobtrusive corner of Liuhun Street, various precious instruments and colliding spiritual pressure are hidden here.

A dark red-haired Grim Reaper dominates everything here.

If Jing Qi came here, he would find that this Grim Reaper seemed familiar, with a slender figure and well-defined palms.

This is clearly Shirou Okita, the fourth seater who should be staying in the [-]th division team building.

A few people who didn't understand what happened sat in front of him.

Okita smiled, "Send them to the lab."

Not long after, a terrifying change took place. White liquid flowed out from their pupils, mouths and noses, and the spiritual pressure that did not match their own was forcefully poured into their bodies. This was a tear from the depths of their souls.

No, it is not so much research as it is a massacre without mercy.

The research on the connection between Xu and the God of Death has been carried out for a long time, and it is also quite fruitful.

During this period, the material that both he and Aizen were looking forward to was about to be completed.

He obeyed that lord, not because of his unrivaled strength, or because of his unseen ambition, but because they all have a common goal, strengthening the soul.

Of course he understands how dangerous it is to seek the skin of a tiger, but as long as he is a man, how can he withstand the temptation of such a powerful force within easy reach.

Both of them need each other's wisdom and strength. As long as the goal is not achieved, this is the most stable cooperative relationship.

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