Now the daily work of the Fourth Team is free, but not free.

If you say you are busy, you can’t talk about being busy.

As Tsunaya Yasu said, the players who want to join the fourth team either hate fighting or dare not fight.

Basically no one really joined the team with the idea of ​​saving people.

The team members repeated every day, practiced and cleaned, and occasionally treated the injured who came to their door.

Stable and peaceful.

Yamada Kiyonosuke, the deputy captain, felt very bored.

There are too few treatment subjects.

Other teams should be prohibited from using the answer, and forcing those injured to come here to improve the status of the fourth team.

In a lazy way, you will raise the bunch of waste in front of you who are ridiculed by other teams.

It's really worrying. His cutest younger brother, Hanataro Yamada, will graduate this year and aim for the fourth team.

It cannot be assimilated by this group of waste...

Yamada Kiyonosuke's thoughts gradually flew. Suddenly, he came to his senses and turned his head and said, "Captain Maozhihua, huh, who is the little ghost next to you?"

Very strong spiritual pressure.

It's so strange.

The little ghost in front of him looked very handsome, wearing a black dead body outfit, his chest collar was stretched wider than usual, and he was wearing a white belt around his waist and a zanpakura hanged.

The confidence that comes from the bones is the kind of barbarian who likes to fight.

"He is a new team member who graduated from Shinyang Spiritual Art Academy in advance, Kuroki."

Kasuke Uroyuki introduced, "This is the deputy captain of our fourth team, Yamada Kiyonosuke. He replied that it is very powerful, you must study hard.

As for other things, don’t learn it anymore, just treat it as air.”

Yamada Kiyonosuke fought back: "Without talking, he said mean words, menopausal death is really terrible.

Newcomer, I advise you to leave the fourth team quickly, and you will not have any future when you stay here."

Kaori Mao smiled and said, "It's okay, Kuroki is a genius. Unlike someone, he will blame the team if he is incompetent."

Kuroki echoed: "Captain Maozhihua is too rewarding. A genius who is rare in hundreds of years seems very common in the face of the history of the millions of corpse souls."

A narcissistic guy, Yamada Kiyonosuke made a judgment in his heart, remembering that his cute brother mentioned that there was a genius in the Matsuo Spiritual Art Academy who skipped the grades continuously.

The name should be Heimu.

"Tsk." Yamada Kiyonosuke was very disgusted with such people.

Kaori Umaki directly ignored Kuroki's boastful words, walked through the two of them, clapping his hands, "Everyone will pause for a moment, come here to gather, and new players will join us today."

"New team members? It's not the day when Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy graduated, so I'm transferred from other teams?"

"It's so rare. Someone will actually transfer to us."

When the team members gathered, they whispered to each other. When they stood in front of Maozhihualie, no one in the team talked in a low voice.

Maozhihua Lie moved away, "You can introduce yourself first."

Kuroki stood in front of the team members, "My name is Kuroki, I want to become the captain of the fourth team!"

?????

All members were confused.

Then, the slow nerves made the team members react.

They were said to be useless by other teams, cowardly, and have no idea of ​​their value.

None of this matters.

But they did not allow anyone to insult Captain Maozhihua.

That is the pride of the fourth team.

Strong, beautiful, and gentle are the people they must protect even if they fight for their lives.

This kid actually wants to replace Captain Maozhihua?!

"You, ah." A man was about to speak, but someone stepped on his head.

"Haha," accompanied by a crisp laugh, the petite figure flew forward and landed in front of Hei Mu. He raised his head, his cheeks were a little flushed, and his eyes were shining, "Hey, is Mu Mu proposed to Huahua?"

The short pink shoulder-length hair has a skin tone like white porcelain, and is tender and smooth, and the height and body shape of a child.

The grass deer is eight thousand streams.

“Eh?!”

The team members were shocked again. They were not trying to seize the captain's throne, but they wanted to directly take the captain away!

Kuroki scratched his head with a look of embarrassment, "Oh, I've been discovered."

"Hahaha, I'm going to tell you."

The grass deer Ba Qianliu disappeared in an instant.

Maozhi Hualie also reacted and said with a smile: "I'll go and talk to Baqianliu first."

"I'll have a good talk with you when I'm back."

When she said this, her smile remained unabated, and the cold spiritual pressure almost frozen Hei Mu's entire body.

I'm almost breathless.

Kuroki thought, the pressure disappeared.

The flowers of Mao are fierce and chase the eight thousand streams.

Without the captain, the people in the fourth team finally recovered.

"You, you dare to have a bad idea to the captain. I'm so envious, it's not right, it's so hateful."

"I haven't even confessed."

"Idiot, the captain won't be interested in you, the idiot."

"Unless the Soul Realm is finished, you won't have a chance."

The male team members rushed over, and they said and said, and the hostility at the beginning had long disappeared.

They admire the warriors who dared to confess their love to Captain Maozhihua to the highest degree.

Of course, no one thinks that this guy really has anything to do with Captain Maozhihua.

It is not uncommon for death to get married.

However, an authoritative investigation was conducted on the entire Lingting communications of Lingting, and interviewed n female death gods. The data obtained was that if the female death god had a favorite target within a hundred years.

The chance of getting married is 65%.

If you have no one to like for a hundred years, it is basically difficult to be moved by others.

The God of Death who has been in the past five hundred years is basically calm.

Maozhi Hualie never mentioned his age, and the team members could roughly guess it, no less than six hundred years.

In the library of the Fourth Team House, many medical books are signed by Mao Zhihua, the earliest one, dated six hundred years ago.

"A bunch of idiots! Go and practice!"

Yamada Kiyonosuke shouted, causing the surrounding team members to disperse one after another. He walked over with a dark face, "Boy, some jokes cannot be made randomly."

Kuroki smiled and said, "It's not your turn to you, Vice Captain."

"Captain is not here, I will teach you how to practice and come with me."

Yamada Kiyonosuke did not continue to have unnecessary verbal disputes. He wanted to use facts to sway the little ghost who claimed to be a genius.

Don’t think that if you can underestimate the Thirteenth Team of the Guardian Ting if you achieve a small achievement in Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy.

If you want to be a hero in the fourth team, it depends on whether he, the vice captain, agrees.

Yamada Kiyonosuke walked to a dummy and stopped, "Look clearly, replying to the Tao is a kind of ghost path, which is different from breaking the Tao and binding the Tao. Replying to the Tao does not have a clear level or classification.

Because there are too many.

The wounds caused by the spiritual pressure of different gods of death are also different.

For example, if a piece of clothing is bitten by a wild beast and cut by a knife, and wants to sew back to its original state, the direction and number of times the needle and thread are placed."

He squatted down, put his hand on the dummy's wound, and the green light returned to the silence, and the flesh gradually healed, "using our spiritual power to dispel the residual spiritual pressure in the wound, and then sewing the patient's spiritual pressure to restore the body.

You come here and try it.”

If you fail, you will definitely be ridiculed.

Kuroki thought so and walked forward.
Chapter completed!