"Sister Ranju, eat more."

Dao San made a whole table of twelve dishes that he was good at.

There are cool and hot, there are spicy and sweet, and it is a feast just for visual and taste.

It’s okay to have the dishes, after all, Matsumoto Ranju is not a lazy person.

But in front of Ranju, there are seven pots of wine of different flavors, all of which are new versions of the ship that I have never seen before.

Different stimuli are filled with a faint sweetness, which is completely different from most of the worlds of corpse souls.

Are these things I can enjoy with the captain on my back?

Winemaking is a meticulous job, which cannot be easily completed in a short time. Most of them are blended with Dao San based on the original fine wine.

The money was even borrowed from Dao San from his classmates.

Ranju held the chicken legs in her mouth, and before she could swallow her muscles, she raised the wine pot and drank it. She had never had such a wealthy meal in her life.

"Slow down, Sister Luanju, drink more." Dao San poured a cup of Luanju, and it was almost fed to her. "Also, do you still have a lot of documents that have not been approved? Please send them to me."

This made Ranju panic. What's wrong? "Or why don't we take a few days off and I'll exchange the documents for the captain's bastard."

"No, please make sure to hand it over to me. I'm not feeling well if I'm not composing a few documents a day."

Loved, love.

Such a good child, I agree not to call me aunt or mother.

You are the next captain of the tenth team, and no one can stop me from talking about it.

A few glasses of wine entered the stomach, and the cheeks were red and the eyes were blurred.

Daosan continued to pour wine for Luanju quietly and lowered his head, "Sister Luanju, if I did something I'm sorry for you, will you forgive me?"

"Forgive, forgive."

Ranju waved her hand indifferently. Where can I find such a good brother? Even if you are with Yin, I will forgive you.

That's good.

He poured Luanju a glass of wine, and Dao San felt a little more uncomfortable.

‘I’m sorry, Aunt Ranju, I’m sorry, Uncle Yixin, but I was forced, but you must remember that even if I’m in the second team, my heart is still with you.’

...

Leaving Aunt Ranju in the dormitory alone, Dao San was preparing to go to class.

When I left, I packed some leftovers for the Golden Retriever classmate who lent to me money.

But after walking a few steps, on a small path, a bald man carrying a zanpakura and a middle-partner man holding a dressing mirror blocked Dao San's way.

"Yeah, I'm so lucky." The bald man greeted him happily.

This face was vaguely blurred, but Dao San recognized the forehead that was shining brightly in the sunlight.

Team 11, a corner of the spotted eyes.

Seeing the person in front of him, Dao San felt an unknown anger in his heart, burning rapidly.

I have reviewed so many documents myself, and many of them were beaten by members of the 11th Team.

The guy named Madashi's corner in front of me beat up Omaeda Miki.

Bah, what Omaeda Sanshi.

That is his commander, his brother who shares his siblings.

Such a good captain’s subordinate, are you willing to bully him?

I feel justice!

Dao San's angry eyes shocked Yijiao and the other two.

but.

Just right.

"Stretch, Ghost Lightmaru!" A half-headed body, the stent of the Zanpakura knife hilt and the scabbard merged into a long spear, "Draw your knife, Hanyu Dao San."

The captain personally selected an opponent for him, and he was excited all night long. He would never encounter such an opportunity in his life!

The next scene also takes a corner to spend a lifetime to heal.

But facing his own battle request, the white-eyed ghost on the opposite side smiled contemptuously and showed an expression that made a corner very uncomfortable.

"Draw the sword?" Dao San raised his chin, "According to the joint bill of the 13th Franc and the 46th Room, drawing the sword to his colleagues can be sentenced to seven days in prison and the maximum death penalty."

That afternoon, after Dao San betrayed the revolution, he returned to the staff dormitory.

Overnight, Dao San recited all the legal provisions and processed more than 100 documents at the same time.

It was not until this time that Dao San realized how stupid the guy who fought every time was.

There is no point in practicing.

Um?

He stood up straight at the corner and leaned on the ghost lamp pill.

He couldn't imagine that he would say such things when facing his own challenges.

Gong Wen, who was standing beside him, also frightened, "I seem to know why the captain kindly gave his opponent to you."

Yijiao was stunned by his words at the first time, but then he realized that if he talked about the law, he would not be the third leader among the robbers.

Guidengwan stretched out and pointed to Zaidao San's forehead, "Are you playing tricks on me?"

"You do it, I won't fight back."

Hanyu Dao San stretched out his hand very bachelor, and was so angry that he pushed the gun forward. I don’t believe that you would be willing to be poked to death by me.

But the two of them did not expect that with Yijiao's movement, Dao San actually lay directly on the ground.

Didn't you touch him?

A corner of people was irritated, and for the first time I felt that fighting was such a troublesome thing.

"Student Dao San, what's wrong with you?"

Dao San's medical guard Mitsui Sang was carrying an improved medical box, but he didn't expect that he accidentally ran into a murder scene just when he saw Dao San.

"No, I didn't meet him!"

Seeing Dao San's weak face, he was not confident even a corner. Did he cut Daxu yesterday? Until today, he has not changed his energy.

Mitsui Sang was about to cry. When Hanyu Dao Sanru died here, he would be the only one who was killed by abolishing his spiritual power and rushed to Liuhun Street. When he thought of this, he could not care about who the other party was.

"Dao San is just a child, the murderer is a corner of his eye. Stop your atrocities. I have reported to the adults in the team."

Yijiao held the Ghost Lamp Pill and couldn't say anything, especially when he saw that the other party even used the Lingzi compensator for first aid on Dao San.

Could it be that the guy Guidengwan was in the first moment, and this guy secretly interjected three times.

After all, Bankai is it normal for any strange phenomenon to occur.

"A corner of the Madara, you are suspected of attacking and killing your colleagues. Please put down your weapons, otherwise we will regard you as a rebellion in the Soul Realm."

After a moment, the first team of Death stationed in the academy stood opposite the two of them in a corner.

...

Since setting off fireworks to bomb his students into the sky two days ago, Vice President Daewona said that he would not let Kotori teach again.

This bald head is really ignorant.

The two of them are famous mentors who taught Hanyu Dao Mi.

At this time, two uninvited guests came to the dean's office.

"Good morning, Miss Shunhe."

"It's really an unexpected rare guest. You're not dead yet, just a word."

The person who came was Tsunaya Yasuda's family head, Tsunaya Yasuna's then captain of the Shinho Yoshihun Kiyoshi team, and Ishimaru Gin, who had just been transferred from the fifth team.

Yi Wen unexpectedly maintained a considerable restraint against Kong He and took out a document from his arms.

"I hope you can sign it as the dean of Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy."

Kong He glanced slightly, and waves rose in his pupils, "You are such a lunatic."

Immediately, my hands stretched out and I was about to tear off the file.

"Konghe, don't you want to know who the murderer who killed your father and the head of the Zhiba family?"

"What did you say?" Yanjiu pulled the collar of a text.

Konghe lowered his head and pulled the two corners of the document with trembling whole body.

"Konghe, if you tear my documents apart, then this secret will be broken in my stomach."

"Sister." Yanjiu held Yiwenzi's hand and relaxed, turned his head and looked at Konghe anxiously.

"Yanqiu, retreat and leave here." Konghe was like a volcano that was about to erupt.

"But, sister."

"Get out!"

Yan Ji stomped his feet in anger, looked at the words tightly, and with a "bang", he broke the door and left.

Kong He first sat back to his position, pressed the wrinkled documents with his hands, leaned against the chair, and looked at a text without blinking, "Do you guy, want to subvert the siringting?"

"It's not that serious." Yi Wen smiled confidently, "I just took back what our five nobles should have."

Konghe signed her name below the document, although she knew how much impact it would have.

"I hope you will be responsible for what you say next."
Chapter completed!