Fight is everything.

How long has it been since I held a knife to cut someone with this belief?

Forgot.

It has been too long since the past, and the only thing that Kaori Maozhi is sure of is that since that battle, her opponent has not been death, but death.

Pull life back from death and turn it into her new battle.

She wouldn't feel bored, she just woke up in the morning and sat in front of the mirror, with black hair scattered on her shoulders, and she could always recall the hideous scar on her chest.

The battle that day.

The joy of that day.

The only boy who could please her was unable to make the other person happy until the end.

Because she is too weak.

The long black hair is intertwined, covering up the hideous scars and past history.

With her braids tied up, she is no longer the first generation Jianba, but the captain of the fourth team.

Leaving the captain's two-story mansion, Kaori Kaori leisurely strolled on the path paved with bluestone.

Without large-scale wars, the overall situation of the corpse soul world is becoming peaceful, and the work of the captain of the fourth franchise is quite leisurely.

Aside from the annual health checkup, there are few deaths coming to the door.

If you are complained by other teams, you don’t know what the fourth team has to do, and it is helpless.

Death, who has not experienced large-scale combat, cannot understand how important the medical department is.

The Hua Lie of Mao also hopes that they will never understand, just keep it like this.

call.

The wind blew past the blue-purple gentian crown, and Maozhihualie stopped moving forward. A black-clothed masked god of death knelt in front of one knee, "I'm disturbing, Maozhihua."

"Are you?" she asked softly.

The man replied, "I am a retainer of Master Tsunayaya, Shinakashi, Sasaki. He was ordered to send Kuroki, who graduated early to the fourth team, to the fourth team, and he was waiting outside the main gate."

Maozhihua Lie was a little surprised. The genius from Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy actually came to the fourth team?

"Thank you for your hard work. I have the tea from Captain Yamamoto. You can drink a cup of tea before leaving."

"No, how dare I bother you to make tea," he refused nervously.

Captain Maozhihua is as beautiful and gentle as the rumor.

But he was a retainer of the nobles, and the difference in his identity could not arise any thoughts.

Kaori Mao saw the other party leave in a flash, feeling a little regretful, thinking, let's soak the tea for the new team members.

In a moment, the surrounding scenery was frozen into a movie, and quickly retreated around her.

Fourth team, in front of the main gate.

Through the unclosed door, Heimu could see the comprehensive aid center ahead.

Below a large four-character, there is a hanging white door curtain, and behind it is the house that spreads to both sides, with only one floor, and is covered with golden tiles like all the buildings in the Lingting.

It is about a hundred meters from the main entrance to the ambulance, the road is flat and ten meters wide, and the green grass covers the rest of the yard. There are several pine trees planted in scattered areas.

"The scenery is good," Kuroki exclaimed.

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

The sound of spring breeze sounded from behind.

Falling into the black fungus, it looks like biting ice. He immediately held the Zanpakura in his hand, then woke up, let go of the hilt, bowed and said, "I am Kuroki for the first time. From today on, I will be assigned to the fourth team.

Please give me some advice, Captain Maozhihua.”

She said softly: "What I am good at is replying, ghost path and killing techniques. If you know a little bit, I may not give you too much guidance in combat."

From the reaction just now and the spiritual pressure emitted, Mao Zhihualie thought it was a pity that this person came to treat the troops.

The fourth team is not platooned by combat effectiveness, nor is it good at fighting.

"We usually practice going back and forth, responsible for cleaning the sewers of the Lingting, cleaning the streets, treating and checking, and occasionally forming a rescue team to go out and collecting herbs.

What the fourth team does has nothing to do with the battle, you have to think it through."

Mao Zhihua Lie reminded me again.

The entry threshold for the fourth team is not so low, and she welcomes anyone who wants to come.

If you exit, it will be a little troublesome.

She also has rules here, and it is impossible for people to come whenever they want to come or leave whenever they want to.

Heimu pondered for a moment and asked, "Can't you practice the ghost path?"

Mao Zhihualie patiently explained: "We focus on the Tao. You must practice the Tao first before you can practice the ghost path."

Heimu said again: "Captain Maozhihua will teach ghosts?"

"Yes, as long as you can't fall behind and answer."

Maozhihualie guessed his purpose because he wanted to get his own guidance.

"It is easy to learn, but it is not easy to use it.

There is no one in our fourth team who can play, but they devote their energy to the Tao, so it is difficult to divide the energy to cultivate the ghost path."

Kuroki said confidently: "It doesn't matter, I'm a genius."

"Since you have this confidence, I won't say anything. Let's go and make your dead domineering outfit first."

Maozhi Hualie raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, grabbing it through the fabric.

Before Heimu's heart could rise, the violent wind came instantly.

It is much stronger than the instant stride he used and too fast.

The scenery in front of me changed.

Wooden floor, tailoring machine, black fabric hanging over the room, two straw sandals falling lightly on the window frame.

Mao Zhihua Lie stayed in the house, looking for a tape measure.

Heimu stood outside the window, his black hair raised to the left, his top shattered into pieces, and most of his pants were torn to pieces.

Fortunately, he protected the dignity of the man and did not let it be exposed.

Maozhi Hualie found the tape measure, turned around and looked at it, and said in surprise: "You are so impatient."

"Captain, you did it on purpose."

"You are not a genius, I thought you could react."

Mao Zhihua Lie spoke very mean words with a very harmless expression.

"…," Heimu thought to himself, sooner or later, he would surpass her moment, so that she could experience it, and could not react, and the feeling of her clothes being torn apart.

When I think of such a picture...!

Heimu shook all over, as if he fell into an ice cellar.

"What are you thinking? Genius."

The voice of Mao Zhihua Lie was still soft, and his big eyes were smiling into curved gaps. He was obviously smiling, but it was particularly terrifying.

"No, nothing, I just feel so cool."

Kuroki swallowed, how dare he say what he thought of?

Maozhi Hualie opened his eyes and became very harmless again. "You are so uncovered, you will definitely feel cold. Take off your straw sandals and come in, and I will measure it for you."

The work of making a dead-selling outfit is not the captain's duty.

She was interested in the Women's Death Association, she was taught by the creator of the Death Bad Dress on how to make the Death Bad Dress.

There was nothing she had to do today, so she simply helped the newly joined team members to make a dead domineering outfit.

Everything is too idle.

"Okay, try putting it on. I can change it for you if there is any inappropriate place."

Mao Zhihua Lie handed over the Death Bad costume.

Heimu took it and entered the fitting room on the side.
Chapter completed!