Herbal lessons for several consecutive days.

Kuroki thought it would be boring, but later he found out that he had thought it was wrong.

He listened with relish.

Herbal lessons are a different kind of fun when you cannot move around, practice ghost paths, killing techniques, and can only lie on the bed and do nothing.

It's not time for class today. Hei Mu lay on the bed, leaned his head, listened to the cicadas outside the window, watched the hot sunlight shine on the windowsill, and the white curtains occasionally let the wind rise.

There was a noisy next door.

It's really enviable.

The joy of a group of men.

He thought, and the voices of nurses came from the corridor.

Strangely, since the Eleventh Team was hospitalized, the nurses on this corridor never spoke loudly.

Their reasons for shouting loudly soon appeared at his door.

Kuraki Shiraya, who was surrounded by the silver-white wind-flowered gauze, walked in. His handsome face had no expression on his face, and he wore three silver-white star-shafting pliers on his head, and his whole body exuded a cold and noble aura.

He stepped to the bed, "You are so embarrassed."

Kuroki retorted, "You have the nerve to come here without any hands."

A small figure walked out from behind Kuriki Akuya, with a black onion head with a delicate face and bent down politely: "Long time no see, Senior Kuriki, this is a little bit of heart, please accept it with a smile."

"Oh, this isn't Rukia."

A smile appeared on Heimu's face and slowly raised his right hand wrapped in a bandage, "It's been a long time since I saw you, come here."

Rukia put the cloth-covered basket on the bedside table and wondered, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay, I just haven't touched your head for a long time."

Heimu touched her head and felt so comfortable.

Rukia twitched the corners of her mouth, and she wanted to slap her openly. Looking at his right arm wrapped around the bandage, she was afraid of causing a more serious injury. She smiled and said without a smile: "Senior Kuroki, it's almost OK."

Kuroki said seriously: "Actually, it's okay if you call me Onissang."

"Rukia, go out."

Kuriki Shiraya's voice was cold and his expression was even colder.

A hint of loneliness flashed across Rukia's face, which made her brother angry again. It would take several years for her to enter the Shukimu family.

Never seen directly.

Hey, why was she adopted?

When she thought of this, she didn't have the heart to get angry with Hei Mu, "Hi."

With a obedient response, she walked out the door and closed the door.

Seeing Rukia leave, Kuroki sighed and said, "Your tone should be changed."

Kuriki Shiraya looked down coldly. He had never touched Rukia's head, nor did he want Rukia to call Ornissan, "It's really unconventional."

"You're just too rigid."

Kuroki muttered, lifting the cloth, containing the biscuits of wakame ambassadors, "Well, this color and appearance make it difficult to put it in."

"You still don't have the vision to appreciate art."

Kuriki Shiraya shook his head, pulled open the chair, sat down and said, "Besides visiting you this time, there is another thing I want to hear from you."

Kuroki thoughtfully, "It has something to do with Rukia?"

"That's right." Kuriki Shiraya nodded.

In this Lingting Court, he felt it was difficult and even needed to seek advice from friends.

There is only one thing related to Rukia.

The black wood covered with cloth, "Tell me."

Kuraki Shiraya sat upright and said, "All this is blamed on the heroic and rude guy Shiba Haiyan."

Kuroki wondered, "What does it have to do with him?"

"He went to the third team, took his wife away, and told Rukia that she had the strength to serve as the third seat and recommended her to Ukitake."

Kuriki Shiraya's tone is rarely mixed with personal emotions, "Rejecting Rukia now means denying her talent. If you don't refuse, it will be dangerous to be the CEO.

A few days ago, there was a fighter who was fighting the death hunting world. Originally, Shiba Haiyan was responsible for it, so he was transferred to the third team.

Lukia's next words are responsible for handling.

What would you do if it were me?"

If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would answer, believing in Rukia's strength and giving her children a chance to exercise.

Kuroki said directly: "Reject it, the Chief Officer is so dangerous. I want me to tell you that it is safer to take it directly to the Sixth Team to take care of it."

Kuriki Shiraya was a little silent and shook his head and said, "The Sixth Team is responsible for the defense of the Sixth Division. Rukia will be deliberately made difficult by them in the past."

"Yes, it's not easy for you."

"Nothing." Kuriki Yakuya stood up, "Thank you for your advice. I have other things to be busy with, so let's go first."

"Remember to bring fruits next time."

Black Wood waved goodbye.

"Well," Kuriki Shiraya replied coldly, stepped out of the door, but didn't even look at Rukia, and walked along the corridor toward the stairs.

Rukia followed in a small step.

"Hahaha."

Wow.

The ward door opened, and bold laughter came from inside. A red-haired young man put his hand on the door, his smile solidified on his face.

Time in the corridor slowed down, Rukia's eyes widened, her eyes staring at the bandage on his abdomen, Love.

Bang.

The door is closed tightly.

Rukia's eyes lost its light.

"What's wrong?" Kuriki Shiraya noticed that her spiritual pressure was fluctuating and asked.

"No, it's okay."

Rukia replied, thinking to herself that the love time has not changed.

"Love times, why don't you go out?"

Ah Sani Ai didn't listen to the yelling voice of his companion, his heart was pounding, and his mind was full of a voice shouting, Lukia, Lukia.

Finally, it turned into the man who was pure white Haori.

Shirakuya.

Ashanjing Renji gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly. He could still detect the unfathomable spiritual pressure of the other party.

Just like the moment when I passed by.

"Damn it." His previous record against the holy soldiers became unremarkable.

He became stronger, and the other party became stronger, and the gap did not shorten at all.

"Love times."

"Talk!" Lianci punched him irritably.

In the 11th Team, fighting is as natural as breathing and drinking water.

If you are in a bad mood, you can fight.

The beaten team member blew blood at the corner of his mouth and shouted: "Love, you bastard."

"Ho, fight!" The other team members on the hospital bed cheered.

After a while, the whole ward was fucked into a ball.

The bang sound was so loud that no one in the fourth team dared to come and check it out.

Dong.

A Sanjing Lianji kicked the person towards the wall with one kick, directly opening the wall.

The gravel dust rolled down and directly knocked over the bedside table, and the dust spread to the edge of the bed.

"Cough cough." Kuromu coughed twice, looked at the wakame ambassador biscuit pressing against the gravel, and pressed towards the next door.

The riots of the 11th team stopped, as if a hungry beast was staring at him behind his back. Any move would make him bite his head off.

"Give you three minutes, get over, otherwise I will stab the Zanpakura into your mind that is all water!"

Kuroki tried his best to suppress his anger.
Chapter completed!