Death: I can become stronger by drinking alcohol

"Stop, kid!"

Kasagi Kongda's roar suddenly sounded.

Kuroyu raised his eyebrows, showing a look of helplessness.

Could it be that the deception of Mole City Kenpachi and Yulu Takuli just now was exposed?

"Ahem, Black Feather, do you still have a hip flask in your hand? My hip flask was just broken by a madman..."

Kasagi Kongda's voice sounded again.

Kuroyu staggered and almost fell to the ground. He looked back at Kasagi Kongdai, who had a blushing face.

He couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said.

"No! Look at me, my hands are empty. How can I look like someone who has wine?"

"Besides, my mother said that drinking makes you a bad boy."

"Old man Kasagi, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

He looked at Kuroyu who had disappeared without a trace as if his soles were oiled.

Kasagi Kongda suppressed his blush, and finally uttered a harsh word.

"Go away from your mother. If you don't drink, I'll call you mother!"

"Don't bring harm to the Black Erosion Hell in the future. If you want to bring harm, then go harm Team 13!"

Angry words echoed in the dark hell.

Kasagi Kongdai knew clearly that the alcoholic kid in front of him would definitely break the peace of Jinglingting in the future.

At the same time, the ninth level of Hell seemed a bit lively.

A figure sitting in a cell in a dark corner trembled without warning.

His eyes, which had been closed to repose, suddenly opened, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared hysterically.

"You bastard brat, you dare to destroy my soul consciousness and spiritual power."

"Who is that? The 13th Guards Team. When did such a character appear? Is this the trump card hidden by Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni?"

When I think about that last sentence, I don’t even have the qualifications to know the name.

Mole City Kenpachi's chest was heaving violently.

The veins in his hands that were clenching the iron railings were standing out.

"Mole City, the spirit and mental power absorbed by that stinky brother just now accounts for 20% of our body. With the power of Swastika, our body will also suffer simultaneous damage. The next plan will be suspended for now. That’s great.”

Yulu Tuoliu's blurry figure emerged from the darkness.

The pretty face was also full of surprise and uncertainty.

At least, in her eyes, there was not only one person in the Quiet Spirit Court who could see her.

It can also absorb all the power transformed from her swastika.

He even called out her and Mole City Kenpachi's names accurately.

This alone is enough to show that it is not simple.

"No, it must be old man Yamamoto. He knows that I haven't given up on conquering Hueco Mundo, so he specially sent people to deal with me in order to sound a warning."

A flash of madness flashed across Mole City Kenpachi's face, and he clenched his hands suddenly.

"However, old man Yamamoto still underestimated me too much, thinking that he could stop me just by doing this, but I refused to let him do it. He wanted to advance the plan. I wanted to integrate with the Jinglingting Court at any cost. Whoever hinders me, I will kill anyone!"

"I will definitely go out, trample that hateful brat under my feet, and let old man Yamamoto understand what the consequences will be if he challenges a lunatic on the ninth level of endless hell!"

The rolling words echoed in the dark prison.

However, no matter how much Mole City Kenpachi does, any sound coming from here will be completely blocked by the barrier.

Otherwise, Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto would soon find himself shot while lying down.

He didn't even know half a hair about Mole City Kenpachi's ambitions or not.

Not to mention, send someone to do the beating.

Otherwise, according to the temperament of Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni, once discovered, there will be even the slightest sign of endangering the Seireitei.

I'm afraid it has already been strangled in the cradle with great fanfare.

However, Mole City Kenpachi did not expect all this.

Right now, he was only thinking about cursing Shiha Kuroha, and nailing the label of great hatred to Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni.

If Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni knew about it, Kuroba would once again cause trouble for him with his gorgeous appearance.

I'm afraid I don't have the time to think about the jug or the jug now.

He had already picked up the knife and asked Kuroyu to talk about life.

Phew!

Within the 11th Division.

A white blade cut through the sky and struck down at the two figures below.

The powerful and domineering posture instantly caused Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumharu's expressions to change, and they quickly raised their Zanpakutos to block.

boom!

A thunderous collision exploded in the open space of the team building.

The violent air wave rolled back like a tidal wave, turning into a hurricane and rolling away.

Two unusually embarrassed figures were thrown out of the ruins and smashed heavily against the stone wall not far away.

The huge power was released, causing the walls to shake and roar.

Such a violent scene made the team members around them shrink their necks and gasp.

This is an internal competition, and it can be so wild.

What was their captain Zaraki thinking?

"It's really disappointing. I can't always let go of my hands and feet to fight."

Within the dust, Zaraki Kenpachi walked out with his Zanpakutō on his shoulders, looking like he was still having fun.

"Now, in the Serenity Courtyard, apart from old man Yamamoto, the person I miss the most is that brat Shiba Kuroba."

"It's a pity that it will take five days before I can touch him. I hope he won't disappoint me."

As he spoke, Zaraki Kenpachi walked towards the pavilion on the side with a bored look on his face.

He remembered that there was some wine there.

Since fighting can't be enough fun, one can only regain some feeling at the wine shop.

Looking at this scene, Madarame Ikkaku and Ayasegawa Yumharu said with a wry smile.

"Captain Zaraki, can't you please stop treating us as someone else's substitute? Not everyone can accept that kind of wild rhythm."

"Hmph, it seems that I was too kind to you before, and your bones have become loose."

Zaraki Kenpachi sat down on the chair and said.

"Don't forget, as long as that kid graduates, he will be qualified to choose a team and challenge for a seat."

"What if he selects our eleventh team and sets his sights on your seat? Are you really willing to lose at the hands of a newcomer?"

"From now on, when you call a newcomer a senior, I'm afraid you won't be able to embarrass yourself with that face."

The expressions of all the team members present changed instantly.

For Ikkaku Madarame and Yumharu Ayasegawa, these two are little fans of Kenpachi Zaraki.

They knew very well what level their strength had reached.

That's only slightly inferior to the captain.

Now Kenpachi Zaraki said that a mere newcomer would endanger their positions.

Isn't it too much to attach such importance?

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't believe it, but the results will come out soon. I will definitely let him join the 11th Division and train with me every day."

Zaraki Kenpachi snorted in displeasure and picked up a wine bottle, his brows raised involuntarily.

"Whose wine bottle is this? It doesn't seem to be mine, right?"