The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 185

Among Gotei thirteen teams, if Yamamoto Motoryuzai's reputation ranked second, no one would dare to rank first.

The creator of Seireitei, the strongest god of death in the millennium, the ghost of the sword, the captain and many other titles are on him.

In terms of strength and seniority, he is far superior to any captain in Seireitei.

When reprimanded by him, the unruly Saragi Kenpachi didn't have much to say, and the only way to fight was probably to let those words go in one ear and out the other.

Yamamoto Genryuzai was also deeply troubled by this attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

After all, he is no longer a child, so it is impossible to hit the palm of his hand.

He sighed inwardly, did not continue to reprimand, and went straight to the business: "I will send someone to inspect the scene for the damage caused by the battle, calculate how much money will be spent to repair it, and three quarters of the total amount will be compensated by the [-]th squad.

The remaining [-]/[-] will be compensated by the Juban team. This compensation is directly deducted from the team funds issued to you. The specific amount will be made into a bill. If you have any questions about the bill, you can submit a request for re-examination at any time. "

"Wait, I was forced to fight, why do I need the [-]th squad to pay for compensation?"

Shiraishi protested.

Yamamoto Motoyanagi said with a sinking face: "Adjutant Matsumoto is by your side, and should be able to notify the Technology Development Bureau as soon as possible, but she didn't. Who ordered to stop her actions?"

"..." Baishi had nothing to say.

Yamamoto Genryuzai swept his eyes and asked, "What else do you have to say?"

"No."

"casual."

The two answered one after the other.

Yamamoto Motoryuzai nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Then go back to the Fourth Division for treatment, Captain Saraki, and we will announce the punishment for your unauthorized actions."

Baishi shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm so hurt, I'll take care of it myself."

"Me too."

Saragi Kenpachi didn't want to go to the fourth division, he respected Uo no Hanauri very much, and because of this, he didn't want to continue to meet.

He couldn't judge what would happen when they met again.

You know, the rule set by the first Kenpachi is that there can only be one Kenpachi in an era.

Yamamoto Motoryuzai raised his white eyebrows, and shouted: "Captain Shiraishi's injury can be treated by himself, but your body injury wants to heal itself, is your head damaged?

Hurry up and send me to Team Four for treatment. "

"Grass deer!"

"Hi."

Grass Deer Yaqianliu Shunpo appeared here.

Yamamoto Motoryuzai went around behind Saraki Kenpachi, but before he could react, a hand knife landed heavily on the back of his head, his vision instantly became dark, and he fell forward.

"Carry him to the Fourth Team for treatment."

"Hi." Kusanagi Yachiryu caught Saraki Kenpachi's tall body, and did not forget to bow to Shiraishi, "Thank you so much, Xiaobai.

If it weren't for you, Xiaojian would never have played so happily. If you have a chance next time, please continue to compete with Xiaojian. "

"Do you want another time?"

Yamamoto Motoryuzai shouted, his beard and eyebrows fluttered.

Caolu Baqian shrank his head, stuck out his tongue secretly, and slipped away very cutely.

Yamamoto Genryuzai did not continue to stay, and returned to Seireitei immediately.

Baishi stood there thinking, is Xiaobai a good nickname?
I always feel that it sounds a bit like a country dog, the white one is called Xiaobai, and the black one is called Dahei.

Next time we meet, let Caolu Yaqianliu change his nickname.

Wanting to understand this, he put the knife back into its sheath, stepped forward and slashed three miles away, and stretched out his hand to slap it.

"Wow." Matsumoto Rangiku yelled in fright, grabbed the neckline with both hands, and said angrily: "Captain Shiraishi, don't scare me like that, you almost jumped out."

"It seems that my ability to scare people will continue to be practiced."

Shiraishi looked regretful.

Matsumoto Rangiku raised his eyebrows, before he could yell at him, he noticed that his left hand was bleeding continuously, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"A little wound, I'll just bandage it when I go back to Zhibo's house next time."

Shiraishi said calmly: "I came to you to say that Captain Yamamoto will take money from the [-]th squad to compensate for a quarter of the on-site losses."

"What?! This is no small matter."

Matsumoto Rangiku was shocked, the team's funds were linked to the actual interests of the team members, "Oops, I'll go back first, remember to come back and take a look when you have time."

"No problem." Shiraishi replied.

She hurried back to Seireitei.

………………

The sharp spiritual pressure in the distance disappeared.

Lingzi gradually calmed down, not as crazy as before.

The battle is over?Who wins and who loses?

Shiba Kuzuru was very nervous, and he didn't even care much about being exposed to the sun, just staring at it.

"Miss."

Shiba Ganju stepped forward and said, "Go and have a look."

"No, I believe him."

Zhiba Konghe bit his lips, clenched his hands, and couldn't help but think back to the elder brother who was dragged by the female death that night.

The scene was replaced by Luanju dragging Baishi back.

"Hiss." She took a sharp breath, changed her mind and said, "I'll go and see, Jin Yan, Yin Yan, you stay here."

"Yes, Lord Konghe." The two responded loudly.

Shiba Kuzuru hurried towards the gray sky.

Before arriving at the destination, the hand was pulled suddenly, "Konghe~"

The familiar cry made her stop attacking with her elbow, and she turned around and said, "Bastard, you are fine, why don't you release the spiritual pressure to repay your safety?"

"Sorry, I forgot."

Shiraishi apologized truthfully.

Shiba Konghe stared, seeing that his left hand was bleeding continuously, his expression became tense immediately, "Your hand hurt so badly?"

"It's so painful." Baishi quickly acted like a baby, not afraid of the heat, he got into her arms, and said aggrievedly: "The blood still can't stop, look at how much blood is lost along the way."

Zhibo Konghe said with a distressed face: "Then why are you still standing there, go back and bandage."

"Hey, I've consumed too much spiritual pressure, I can't run anymore, can you hug me?"

"Okay," Shiba Kukaku agreed without hesitation, and gently picked up Shiraishi, still using the princess's hug.

The white stone rested on her shoulder, the tip of her nose smelled of that faint feminine fragrance, and the sunlight streaming on her snow-white skin dazzled people's eyes.

What a beautiful scenery.

Such a leisurely view of the scenery ended when he approached Shiba's house. Shiraishi immediately broke away from Shiba Kuzuru's princess embrace, and landed gracefully at the door of the house.

"Brother-in-law, are you alright?"

Shiba Kanju hurried over.

Bai Shi said calmly, "It's nothing, just a small injury."

Zhiba Konghe rolled his eyes in the back, desperate to save face, just now he was nestling in her arms and screaming in pain, but as soon as someone else was around, he immediately returned to the tough guy appearance of a real man.

"It's amazing, brother-in-law, you still can't cry with your hand hurt like this. If it were me, the tears would wet the top!"

Shiba Ganju's eyes are full of admiration for the little star.

Baishi chuckled and said: "Gantu, you have to remember, as a man, a little injury is nothing.

Not to mention that the palm was split open, even if the left hand was gone, I would not blink, let alone imitate the crying posture of a little woman. "

(End of this chapter)