The worry finally came to an end. It was rare to rely on the fragrance emitted by the velvet leaves to help you sleep tonight.

Heimu fell asleep on his own initiative and had a dream.

The dream begins with a blazing white light, with many invisible figures swaying in it, and he also follows the crowd and walks forward.

Didi, the complicated and shattered voices sounded in his ears. He didn't care, and seemed to be focusing on something and keep moving forward.

"Love you." "Love you." "Love you." "Love you."

Slowly, the sounds around became clear, like a monk chanting a scripture, repeating a sentence constantly.

The blazing white light shattered.

"Ah." Kuroki opened his eyes and his head was buzzing, as if the hangover had just woken up, and a delicate face appeared in front of him, which scared him.

There is no spiritual pressure reaction.

Kuroki touched the knife and saw clearly that it was his own zanpakura. He breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the hilt of the knife. "It's early in the morning, don't get so close to me, it scares me."

He put his hand on his forehead, trying to recall the details of his dreams, but many of them became blurred and his head hurts a lot.

People don’t want to get up, and it seems that the velvet leaves under them are sucked.

"You have been calling me before, but now I'm out and I'm becoming disgusted with me again. Men are so fickle."

The tyrant was wearing a crimson cloak, with jagged edges at the bottom, her white and tender feet were naked, and her long silver hair was like a waterfall on her back and shoulders.

Her tone was still so slight. When she complained, she showed a smile on her face, making it difficult to tell whether she was serious and angry or just joking.

Heimu moved his hand away from his forehead, feeling increasingly unable to lift his heart, and said lazily: "What time is it now?"

She jumped onto the bright red bubble fruit, raised her swan-like neck, raised her hand between her eyebrows, and made a lookout, "Tell your Majesty, it's six-thirty now."

Kuroki's eyes were full of doubt. Something was wrong. Why did his Zanpakura suddenly become so docile?

I can't figure it out, I ask... but I won't get the correct answer.

He gave up the idea of ​​inquiry, forced himself to dispel the laziness in his heart, and murmured: "It's getting late."

These days, I tried too hard and relaxed, and I didn’t even want to move a finger, so I really wanted to take a day off.

No rest now.

He urged himself in his heart that the danger had not completely passed and he had to continue to fight.

Ghost training and Bankai practice are all waiting for him.

Last night, he thought about continuing the metaphysical method of sword meditation, which was unstable and planned to take another approach.

That is, the ability to constantly use the Zanpakura to achieve the conditions for a long time, and perhaps Bankai will be successful?

"Do you think this method is useful?"

Kuroki wanted to ask her what she thought.

The tyrant smiled, without giving a positive answer, and blinked: "I can only say that I am very happy to be used by you. Bankai, let's continue to have a headache for me."

After saying that, her figure disappeared again.

"I knew," Heimu slapped his forehead with his hand and patted his disordered thoughts. The man got up from the green velvet bed and picked up a knife to hang it around his waist.

On the table woven by vines, the sunflowers swayed and greeted, "Good morning."

He ignored it and opened the door directly.

There was no breeze outside, the sky was blue, and summer had entered its last day.

The sun still seemed to refuse to let go of the hot authority, holding it firmly, melting all the clouds that wanted to emerge.

Heimu did not use a quick step to rush, jumped over the guardrail and landed on the ground below. He put his hands in his sleeves and walked slowly.

All the fourth team members who met along the way shouted, "Good morning, Kuroki Wuse."

"Beginning." Heimu usually replied simply and then interrupted the chat.

He also understood that these people were just polite, not really wanting to talk to him, and that they had too much difference in their status.

Even if he was willing to get close, he would become like Kataro Yamada.

Not to mention, he didn't want to get close to these easily dying lives.

When you arrive at the cafeteria of the fourth team, the golden sunshine spreads on the ground, and the flow of people increases here.

Hei Mu stepped into the cafeteria, prepared the meal and sat on the table on the side.

There are no open rules in the canteen seats, but shallow rules in secret.

Ordinary team members sit aside.

The officers sat aside.

Black Wood sat alone on one side.

In the fourth team, he does not have the real power of the deputy captain and has the same status as the deputy captain.

The person who dares to sit over to play the table is Hu Che Yongyin.

She had a very light makeup on her face, her lips were slightly red, and she was wearing a domineering outfit, and the collar was slightly opened. The difference between the unopened one was probably that I could know.

Today, her breakfast, apart from the white porridge, actually had a plate of meat.

A look of shock appeared on the black wood surface and said, "Yongyin Jiang, do you actually want to eat meat? What's going on?"

Yuyin Toro put the plate on the table and said a little embarrassedly: "Occasionally, you should also supplement your nutrition."

"That's right. You have so much training every day, how can you make your stomach worse? Eat more so that you will be healthy."

Kuroki was very happy that she finally got to know the deliciousness of the meat.

"Yeah." She nodded, feeling a little worried. The reason for eating meat was not that simple.

She still listened to Luanju's words.

If you want your skin to be hydrated, necessary nutrition is indispensable.

She used to not pay attention to those things, and now she has to learn to dress up slowly.

I just don't know whether I fit or not.

This makeup is not finished.

"Kiki Mujun, I heard you got angry with the Great Ghost Dao Zheng again yesterday?"

"Oh, it's not normal for her to be angry."

Kuroki did not tell her the truth.

If you have questions about Aizen, the more people you know, the more likely it is to make bad things. You should keep them as a secret.

Looking at his frivolous expression, Huche Yongyin couldn't help but remind: "The other party is the master of the five nobles and the great ghost priest. Can you not provoke him or not?"

"I understand, I won't be there next time." Kuroki did not contradict him. He didn't want to say many things because he was afraid that Yutoko would nag him.

How to say this kind of nagging?

Annoying, not very annoying.

"I'd love if you really understand." She muttered.

Sometimes, she didn't want Kuroki to go to fight. The job of the fourth team was medical treatment. Doing this well was also contributing to the Lingting Court.

Just leave the battle to other teams.

But she couldn't use this reason to persuade Heimu.

He is obviously a member of the fourth team, but Kuroki gives people the impression that he is a member of the 11th team.

"I will definitely listen to Yongyinjiang's words." He promised confidently.

Yuyin Huche knew that he was coaxing him or laughed, "You will say it."

Kuroki was about to say something else, but suddenly the figure of a tyrant appeared in his eyes and stayed opposite him.

"Do you want to take some practical actions?" The tyrant said with a slight tone, holding Yuyin Toruki's collar with both hands.

!Kurimu was shocked and quickly reached out to stop him, "Stop."

?

Yuyin Toro was stunned and looked at the hands on his chest.

Kuroki was also stunned.
Chapter completed!