[Death] There are three

?【Meet】

300 years and 30 years ago, Dongliuhun Street, Eighty District Yin

"Little devil!" The long knife flashed across the head with a cold light, and the black-haired child jumped up lightly, and stood firmly on the blade as the knife swung.

"Hehe~" The crisp childish voice exuded a chill, the upper body bent down, lowered the center of gravity, stepped on the blade of the knife and jumped onto the shoulder of the man holding the knife, the hanging right hand suddenly lifted and cut the man's neck, warm His blood was all over him.

In the alley, a child covered in blood was sitting on a dead body, gnawing on a bloody steamed bun, his eyes glazed over.

At the entrance of the alley, the man looked at the dark place with sharp eyes like a beast with a smile, "Yo~"

"Yo?" With a slightly focused gaze, he looked at the man against the light.

"I didn't expect that there are still little ghosts in the 80th District. They are still such powerful little ghosts. Is it new?" Walking into the alley, the walls on both sides are all bright red, which is human blood.Michiba Koyashiki originally lived on the other side of the [-]th district, and occasionally strolled around, but unexpectedly found something interesting.

Seeing the man approaching, the child dropped the steamed bun in his hand and assumed an attacking posture.Looking up and down at the oncoming man, he frowned.

At the same time, Michiba Koyashiki was also sizing up the child. Although he was only a child, his fighting posture was that of a veteran fighter, and he felt no pressure at all against the man who seemed to have just arrived in the world of souls.

"I don't want to fight with you." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that the child didn't seem to understand, so he took off the knife in his waist, threw it aside, and raised his hands to show his friendliness.

The muscles on his body loosened slightly, and the child let down his guard a bit.Tilting his head, he looked at the man who looked like a giant compared to himself.

"Yo?"

"Don't you understand?" The big hand gently put on the child's head, rubbed it, grinned, and smiled boldly, "Hey, kid, how about following me from now on?"

The big black eyes were full of ignorance, and he looked at the man expressionlessly, "My name is Michiba Kouyashiki." Pointing to himself, he slowed down his speech, "Kuu-ya-shiki-dao-jiu- —”

"Bitter—" After thinking for a long time, I couldn't remember what the second word was. Although the first word was wrong, the child's intuition was very useful. She knew that this man would not hurt herself, and the man dragged her away. Standing up and putting it on the shoulders, it was the first time for a child to sit at such a high place, and he seemed very happy. His little hands were pulling the man's messy hair like weeds, shaking and shaking, and his eyes were shining.

"What's your name, kid?"

"?" The child knew what the man said, but couldn't understand, and looked down at him.

The man pointed to himself, "Michiba Koyashiki." Then he pointed to her, making a questioning expression.

The child also pointed to himself, shook his head, and smiled.

"Ah, no name?"

"Yo!" Nodding his head, he smiled a little silly, but the straight-hearted man said directly, "Little brat, you laugh so silly."

It could be seen that the man was laughing at his child, the veins popped out on his head, he pulled the hair in his hand vigorously, he heard the man's screams with satisfaction, and giggled.

【name】

300 years and 25 years ago, Dongliuhun Street, Eighty District Yin

"Master, father, yo." Michiji Tsuruiyashiki felt that it was a wrong choice to pick up this brat at the beginning. The brat had only learned to speak for five or six years, and only he himself knew the hardships of QAQ. Mother of Lingzi, my son finally understands your hardships.

"What are you doing!" The man who wanted to cry but had no tears answered impatiently when he heard his own brat stumbling and calling to him.

"I, I want to—tell, tell you, I—I—accidentally—killed—yesterday, these days, I always, always around here—male, student, yo."

"If you can't even speak well, don't add suffixes, bastard!" He slapped the bear on the head, and just picked up a small one that was only as long as his own calf, which was already half a head taller than his own calf. No wonder it is said that children grow up fast, "If you kill it, kill it." The man with his nostrils pinched paused for a few seconds, then jumped up from his chair, "Smelly brat, who do you think you killed?!" My apprentice picked up his collar, "That brat is the son of the head of District 79, bastard! How did you kill him!"

"Just, just, casually... Who, who called him...he..." Before he could finish speaking, he was thrown behind by his own behemoth. Go up and look at the men at the door.

"Come to avenge your little devil?"

"I know you are a ruthless character, but, your little devil killed my son and let it go for nothing?"

"It's true that the kid in my family likes to kill people, but I believe she hasn't gone hungry enough to kill a weak person like your son."

"Are you asking why?" The man with the scar at the door patted the stick in his other palm, looked up at Michiyashiki, "Your little devil doesn't have a name, so do you need others to say it?"

Daojiu was stunned for a moment. How could a tall and thick man who had never raised a child know such things about children? He began to reflect, and then drew out his knife, "Who said my little ghost has no name, but you guys No one has a right to know."

Blood splashed all over the bear child behind him, the man started killing, the ground around the small hut was all dyed bright red, the man stuck his knife on the top of the pile of corpses, "Lao Tzu's apprentice is called You San! Today is her Birthday, you can treat it as a birthday present."

"Master, Master." The bear boy stood at the foot of the pile of corpses with a foot of a man who seemed to be dead in his hand, looked up at his master, and threw the corpse in his hand aside.

"Three, what are you doing?"

"Although, although I have a name—I am very happy, but, I, I don't—have a birthday."

"So it's today!"

"This is—too, too casual!"

【District Lord of Eighty Districts】

260 years ago, in the [-]th district of Dongliuhun Street

At that time, Yousan was still a young girl with normal growth and development. She had become a brat of a big girl. Her waist-length hair was randomly tied behind her head, and she swayed with her footsteps.

"Master~ It's time to eat~" When the hot food was served, Kenpachi Tsurugaya took a sip of the wine in front of him, and narrowed his eyes comfortably, it's so delicious! "Stop drinking, Master!"

"Yousan's wine really gets better the more it is brewed~"

"You can't drink it all!"

"Michiya Shiki! Come out!" There were noisy voices outside the door, most of them were big men who were swearing, and there were also a few tough women among them.

"There are three! You have caused me trouble again, haven't you!" The deafening roar almost lifted the entire roof.

"Master, how can you say that! I'm just trying to make the [-]th District a beautiful place." The smiling girl looked at the man sitting on the bed.

"Then what's going on with these people outside!" Tsuruyashiki Michiba felt that the whole person was not well!Back in time 80 years ago, he would not pick her back even if he died!

"Ah, I'm just doing it casually!"

"Kill a few people casually! You bastard!" How cute is the brat who couldn't speak before QAQ

"Then tell them that my master is going to be the head of the [-]th district."

"Hey?!" He was completely unprepared, and was thrown out of the door by his apprentice with one foot in his hand. "There are three, you wait for me!!!!"

What?result?Of course Master won, but San was ordered to run ten laps around the [-]th district, and then thrown into the forest to fend for himself for a month.