Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

How could Sar Apollo not know what he was thinking? Even if he knew, it would be impossible to tell him, let alone not knowing.

Spread your hands in a helpless manner.

But the test tube Daxu didn't believe it. He remained motionless and his two big heads looked at Apollo, who was sitting in the main seat at the same time. His two pairs of eyes were filled with fear and horror.

Sal Apollo confronted him calmly, without any fear. He also pushed back the pink hair in front of his eyes with his hands, tilted his head upward, and looked at the other person with contempt.

Slowly said: "Aronilo Aluruyeli, don't think that I don't know what you are planning!"

"Even if I know, what can you do to me?" He didn't take Arronillo seriously at all.

Arronillo became angry and slapped the table. The red liquid in the test tube surged rapidly, and his breath became cold.

After a long time, his breath disappeared, and he sat down again, his two heads communicating rapidly in strange tones.

"Haha, don't forget what agreement we reached."

"Don't forget why we reached an agreement."

"The god of death has surrendered Nnoitra, Grimmjow, do you think he is an ordinary person?"

"Daxu, who can fight this god of death, might be our help."

"You said you disappeared suddenly, do you think we are still inferior Kilians? Do you believe it?"

"Or do you think you are smart?"

With some words, he successfully attracted the attention of the lazy uncle and the pious Daxu.

Sal Apollo felt two warning glances and secretly marveled at how this guy who only knew how to eat became so quick-thinking.

It's a little funny. He doesn't believe that the other two Daxu can't notice such an obvious cleverness.

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Arronillo felt a little happy and did not forget to add fuel to the fire.

"We Vastod Daxu, it seems that you are the only one who surrenders to Balegang Ruisenbang." The words were mixed with contempt.

After hearing this, Sal Apollo was not ashamed, but laughed "haha": "So what, as long as it can provide me with a steady stream of material, so what, if you can do it, you can do it too."<

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After saying that, he looked at Arronillo fervently and said urgently: "How about giving me a few drops of the fluid in your head, no, just one drop."

"How about I leave Balegang." After saying that, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were burning, and he wanted to slice Aronillo into pieces.

After hearing what he said, Aaronillo's smile froze on his face and gradually faded away, as if he remembered something from the past, his body trembled violently, and the small bubbles in the test tube were like a string of pearls connected together, and anyone could detect his suppressed expression.

Angry.

The two little heads looked at Sal Apollo fiercely, and one of the little heads said: "I'll give you a surprise."

"I think this surprise is great." The other head also said.

After saying that, flesh-colored skin suddenly appeared on the surface of the entire test tube, spreading out like peeling dough. The eyes, nose, and mouth took shape and began to stretch, and even hair and hair grew out, eventually forming a face.

Sal Apollo looked at the familiar face of Aaronillo at this time. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger rushing to his forehead. The glass in his hand broke into pieces, and the unfinished black tea was in the air.

It was flowing on the table and dripping on his legs without even noticing.

He forced himself to calm down, only to hear Aronilo sneer: "You are too careless. Is this kind of ant worthy of monitoring me? Remember to send someone with higher strength next time." After saying this, he stuck out his tongue in his mouth.

Bian Ziliu.

"After all, I haven't eaten enough."

Sal Apollo suppressed his anger and acted calmly. He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped it while saying: "Oh, who is he? Who is watching you? Tell me, maybe I can help you."

After finishing, he laughed "haha".

Seeing that he was not fooled, Arronillo did not continue to taunt him. Anyway, his goal was achieved.

"Ha~~" The lazy uncle yawned, attracting everyone's attention, and readjusted his posture to sit on the stool.

"I've had enough sleep." The voice was full of mature magnetism, and the arms were stretched out.

"You two have finished communicating, let's get down to business."

After listening to his words, Aaronillo and Sal Apollo stopped confronting each other. The dark and burly man breathed a sigh of relief. If the matter hadn't been a bit serious, he really wouldn't have wanted to come over.

The lazy uncle said to Sal Apollo: "We, Vastod, have an agreement to prohibit the liberation of the Zanpakutō unless necessary, and also... prohibit the hunting of Yachukas who can break the face."

After hearing this, Sal Apollo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Of course." After saying that, he lowered his head and continued to wipe the table a few times, with a cold look in his eyes.

Arronillo sneered, and he didn't see any movement. His whole face seemed to be torn apart, slowly disappearing and turning back into the shape of a test tube.

One of the heads said: "Stark, have you never met that strange Vastod-level Void?" There was desire in the deep voice.

Stark still looked lazy, leaning on the chair, thinking carefully and answering: "Except for the eleven of us, I have never met any other Vastod-level voids."

The dark and burly man asked at this time: "Aroniello, your body has not recovered yet?"

After listening to his words, the two heads in the test tube of Aronillo looked at Sal Apollo hatefully.

"It's still not possible to free the Zanpakutō."

"SO." Then he turned to look at Sal Apollo, "Is there any way?"

Sal Apollo spread his hands and said: "He forcibly swallowed the advanced Vastod. The quality of his spiritual pressure did not keep up, and he forcibly released it. The sword was broken. If he did not degenerate to Yachukas, everything would be fine."

The room was filled with gloating, and he laughed "hehe" after saying it.

Besides, even if there is, is it possible to get treatment? Thinking of this, do you need to trick him into going to the dissection table in the name of recovery? When conducting research, the more I think about it, the more likely it is, and I feel a little regretful about what I just said.

After hearing what he said, Arronillo slapped the table and stood up violently. He exuded a dangerous aura and was about to take action.

"Stop." Stark quickly stopped.

"Alas." He began to sigh again. In order to fight against that possible existence, they made a treaty prohibiting killing each other. Although they maintained peace, the conflicts between them have become more and more serious over the years. If possible, I would prefer that.

If the position does not exist, perhaps peace can last for a long time.

The dark and burly man said: "In a moment, you will choose two of the three souls of death to devour, and leave one for Apollo to study."

His words were filled with strong confidence. After listening to his words, Aaronillo's face was filled with excitement.

"Okay, that's it."

"This distribution is very reasonable."