The Forbidden World

, Wonderful no pop-ups for free! Of course, it is impossible to celebrate the three of them for the celebration. Soon the friends of Jingle Chunshui and Fuzhu Shilanglang arrived here. Although the position of the three captains was a little scary, they quickly forgot after drinking. After all, people who can make friends with them are either noble in their own identities, or they don't care about the identity gap.

Bai Jingyue looked at the lively scene in front of him, and then looked at the young face reflected in his glass. He felt slightly: "We are really old."

The result is directly pressed to the table with a palm!

"I'm not old! I'm only eighteen!"

Asuna said angrily.

For women, immortality is one aspect, and age is another aspect. Although the actual age is indeed very large, Asuna has always emphasized that she is eighteen years old. Same as six years old.

"But it's really good, so peaceful."

"Peace? Asuna, there has never been real peace."

"Ugh?"

"Don't look at the laughter and laughter now, but in a few hundred years, less than five people can still drink here alive."

Asuna was silent.

Grim Reaper is a glorious profession, but also a high-risk profession.

Asuna, who has been a deputy captain for several years, understands this very well.

Virtual, the product of the fall of the human soul, how many people die each year? How many people have been extradited to the corpse soul world?

The difference in numbers is too large, and Asuna, who understands the fact that the population of the world exploded later, knows that this difference will become larger and larger. What about the other souls that cause these differences?

They all became virtual.

These vain attacks on humans will also attack the corpse soul world. In the process of combating the vain, there will inevitably be casualties.

Not only the other Fan teams, but also the Fourteen Fan teams, except that the essence is the undead controlled by Frostmourne, or the British soul, so death does not matter.

But other deaths are not like this. Their death is real death.

Over the years, how many deaths can survive to leave the guard team? Most of them died in combat with the virtual.

Thinking of this and looking at the laughing people here, Asuna felt a little sad.

The five people mentioned by Shirai just now include two captains and two of them.

Seeing Asuna's state, Shiraiuki patted her head gently.

"Don’t grieve Asuna, the people here understand the ending they may encounter, and even most of the deaths understand their endings. But they are still on this road, defending the Lingling and the corpse soul The world also protects humanity."

Shiraitsu stood up and raised his glass to everyone.

Although he has no affection for the aristocrat Shiraitsu, Shiraitsu is full of respect for the species of death.

"So they are gathering here now, laughing here, in order to be able to bet their lives tomorrow without regrets. This is the **** of death."

After listening to Bai Jingyue's words, Asuna smiled: "So obviously you can only be a noble, waiting for the pillar to appear after thousands of years, you still asked for a position in the month, and even established the fourteenth team?"

At the beginning, when the other party came to inform Shirai that the captain position was available, Shirai could choose not to, but Shirai had finally accepted this position, a position with great power but also great responsibility.

"It has something to do with it."

Bai Jingyue did not deny that when he learned that the other party planned to establish a fourteenth team for himself, he did have plans in this regard, but more importantly-

-"It's fun."

"Huh? What's interesting?"

"No, it's nothing."

Bai Jingyue smiled, that was the only fun he understood.

It is very interesting to look at the future development of the plot from the perspective of a captain of death, and what changes the plot will have under its own influence.

"Senior Shirai, why are you still reluctant to participate in the captain's meeting? Even today's inauguration ceremony?"

Since Shiraitsu became the captain, he has never been to the captain meeting. No matter what major event or important announcement, the communication between the 14th Fan team and other Fan teams is carried out through Hell Butterfly.

Jingle Chunshui thought that Bai Jingyue did not go to the meeting because he avoided being too unhappy with the captains, but now the captains have replaced most of them. The juniors have become captains, so what else should they avoid?

Realizing the significance of Jingle Chunshui's interrogation, Bai Jingyue was helpless.

Does he say that he is to hide the flowers?

Since Mao Zhihualie entered the Sifan team and tied his hair into a braid against his chest, Shiraiuki felt a panic.

Although he is quite big, he still hasn't gotten all of his family.

Moreover, Bai Jingyue, a woman like Mao Zhihualie, who can only be satisfied by fighting and fighting, dare not approach him.

Of course, this reason cannot be said to Jingle Chunshui, so I had to go back: "Because it is too boring."

After listening to this explanation by Shirai, Jingle Chunshui was speechless and the captain meeting was boring~www.NovelMTL.com~ So what's not boring? Could it be another battle of the zombie world?

Bai Jingyue said these words is not perfunctory, compared with the wonderful hundreds of years later, the corpse soul world is really quite boring.

"Ah, by the way, I heard that the Eleven Fans have been replaced again recently?"

"Yes, the fifth-generation sword eight lasted for more than two hundred years, and finally did not hold it."

"That's really a pity. I don't know how long this can last."

"It shouldn't be long."

Jingle Chunshui so asserted.

It's not that he underestimates the other party, but in fact, none of this generation, even these generations of Jianba, can be worthy of the name of Jianba.

The previous generation of Jianba was only a middle-level guy in the captain's rank. If it appeared more powerful, it would naturally fall.

"It's really boring, but I have been rusting for a long time."

Bai Jingyue was boring.

Since he played a game against Mao Zhihualie and Yamamoto Chongguo hundreds of years ago, he hasn't tried his best. He just keeps practicing, but what is the use of this kind of practice?

As for the emptiness, the emptiness that didn't break the boundaries of death and emptiness seemed to Bai Jingyue to be better than practicing with her sisters.

Hearing this, Jingle Chunshui was sweating a little bit, and prayed at the same time, hoping that there would not be a strong enough sword eight, and hope that Bai Jingyue could continue to rust.

Ling Lingting has just rebuilt hundreds of years from destruction, if it comes again...

Jingle Chunshui now had to pray that Shirai's words were drunk words.

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