The hot kiss was branded on the forehead.

Heimu's pupils gradually dissipated, and he could not hear the tyrant's words clearly. His hands were weak to fall into the air, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

I don’t know how long it took, but time seemed a little confused. Two different feelings of shortness and long emerged, making Hei Mu feel a painful feeling.

"Well……"

His throat made a bass sound, his head was soaring, and in a daze, his consciousness seemed to be awake, but he seemed to be unconscious. He turned over and lay on the fleece bed.

"Keywood, Kurokimu."

The gentle voice seemed to float from a very distant place and lingered in my ears.

"Hmm," Kuroki murmured unconsciously, without opening his eyes, continued to fall asleep, his shoulders were pushed and his body began to shake.

After one, two, three, Kuroki's slow mind finally woke up. The rooftop suddenly collapsed, and the stinging sensation of the tip of the knife pierced through his chest. The above picture flashed through his mind.

He opened his eyes suddenly and shouted, "Ah."

"Ah." Yuyin Toro was so scared that she took a step back, and the strip-shaped earrings gently hit each other, making a crisp sound.

Then, she stepped forward, her fair face full of concern, and asked, "Kukimujun, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm having a nightmare."

Heimu covered his forehead with his hands and inhaleted hard with his lungs and exhale, proving that he was not dead yet.

The feeling of the knife running through the chest is so real.

Let him understand that it was not a nightmare, and a few hours ago he was killed by a tyrant in the spiritual world.

From the other party's tone, it seemed that he was too happy at the fireworks festival that attracted jealous murderous intent.

Have such an awkward Zanpakura.

He has worked so hard.

"I should help clean up," Yuyin Toro looked guilty. She thought Kuroki had nightmares because she was overworked.

"It's okay, as the deputy captain, you have a lot of things to be busy with, which is different from mine."

Kuroki's head was dizzy, but he was still cheering up to comfort the guilty Yuyin of Toroche, who didn't want her to blame herself too much.

It had nothing to do with her.

"Uh," he thought of this, and his head ached slightly and his hand gently patted him.

Death in the spiritual world causes damage to the human body, far less relaxed than the tyrants said.

This is the first time, the second time, the third time?

Kuroki felt very heavy when he thought of those things.

The strength shown by the tyrant is definitely not an opponent that can be defeated three or four times. He cannot use any ability of the Zanpakura, and he simply relies on the slashing technique and instant step.

I don't know when I will defeat the tyrant.

Will he die before that?

"Kuri Mujun, your face looks ugly. Do you want to take a day off today?"

Yuyin Huoche looked at his pale face and it was hard to associate it with the Kuroki Jun who was smiling radiantly in the morning.

"It's okay, these are the sequelae of drinking too much. Look at Xiubing and others foaming at the mouth. I just have a headache, so it's already very good. Let's go for a meal."

Kuroki deliberately used the Shoujian and the others as a shield, and gently patted Yuyin Toruto's back with his hand, trying to dispel her worries.

Because she couldn't help with this matter, it would be better to live it easily.

"Okay," Yuyin Toro's eyes did not diminish their worry, but she did not continue to ask.

She believed that what Kuroki Jun didn't want to say must make sense.

The two went to the cafeteria to have a meal.

The canteen is particularly lively today, and everyone is discussing the fireworks tonight, with a look of joy on their faces.

The joyful atmosphere dispels the hidden worries in Heimu's heart, making his spirit much better.

"I want this, this, this." Heimu ordered more than a dozen copies in succession.

This appetite made Yuyin feel much more at ease. The food that can be eaten proves that there is not much physical problem.

Heimu walked to the dining table with a full meal, without chatting with her, and focused on eliminating breakfast.

After a big meal, he wiped his mouth and smiled, "Yongyin, I'll take the lead."

"Yeah." Yuyin Toro nodded, thinking that something was wrong with Kuroki Jun, and he felt like he was hiding something.

Kuroki left the cafeteria and did not go to the Shunbu training ground. Shunbu went to the captain's office.

"Captain Maozhihua."

Black wood slipped in through the window and landed in front of the desk.

The room looked dim. Mao Zhihua Lie sat on the chair behind the desk, with long hair scattered on his shoulders like a waterfall, and the collar was slightly open, revealing a dazzling whiteness and tenderness.

Heimu would have looked at him a few more times, but now he is not in the mood, so he said directly: "I was killed by a tyrant in the spiritual world once yesterday..."

Say the result first, then shake out the process and reason.

After listening to his account quietly, Kaori Kaori frowned slightly, and was killed by Zanpakura in the spiritual world?

In her long memory, there has never been an example of Zanpakura killing her master.

Zanpakura usually sets up some harsh tests that make the owner unable to pass without truly endangering the owner's life.

Perhaps it was to absorb the power of Ha to make the tyrant mutation of some kind.

"What an awkward Zanpakura."

"Yes." Kuroki sighed and scratched his head with his hands, "I have considered that I can't sit still and wait for death. Since the spiritual world only allows me to use the slashing technique, I will use the slashing technique to fight back."

Maozhi Hualie understood what he meant and continued: "You want me to help train you to kill."

"Yeah." He focused heavily.

"No," Mao Zhihualie shook his head. It was not that he had no time to do a sparring training, but that he simply did not have much use.

The more lethal the slashing school, it is often time-consuming and labor-intensive to learn, and you don’t want to see the results without seven or eight years.

This is still an amazing speed.

It's almost possible for decades.

She was able to learn so many schools of slashing techniques, known as the Eight Thousand Little Story, and she learned and accumulated through a long period of time.

These are the age that even her can't compare to. Kuroki can't do it.

"What you have to do now is to cultivate your spirits and observe her attack methods and habits when you fight against the tyrant again.

Find out her flaws, instead of wasting energy to learn a new slashing technique.”

When Kaori Mao said this, he paused and said, "Your strength is strong enough. As long as you can stay calm, I believe you will not lose to the tyrant."

Heimu touched his chin with his hand and thought about it carefully, it seemed that this was the reason.

In a short period of time, he would not be able to learn any advanced school of slashing skills. Instead of wasting that energy, it would be better to restore his mental state to his best.

Instead of being drunk and staying up late like in the early morning.

"But I have a headache now. If I sleep, I can't guarantee that I will not be pulled into the spiritual world..."

Kaori Mao stood up from his seat and said, "Don't worry, I will prepare some meticulous medicines to relax and not fall asleep while you are relaxing."

Kuroki scratched his head and said, "President is trouble."
Chapter completed!