The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 31 Meals
Shiraishi felt that Taro should have a good meal.

If it weren't for Zeraki Kenpachi and Kusaka Yachiryu, and other death gods, then it's really possible that they couldn't find anyone and return to kill Taro.

Death God kills one or two rioters in Liuhun Street, and basically he will not be held accountable.

Unless tens of thousands of souls perish, in such a big event, three or five seats will be dispatched to investigate the cause of the incident and hold the relevant personnel accountable.

The residents of Liuhun Street generally fear and hate death, and most of them are the ghosts of this legitimate murderer.

Shiraishi didn't want someone to be killed by Death to help him, and Taro's help was so minimal.

With his current strength, there is no problem in defeating Zaragi Kenpachi.

The reason is very simple, his crit ability is very restrained by Kenpachi.

The person who has the habit of suppressing his Reiatsu and fighting others, encounters a crit player like him, the first few hits are normal, the next crit hits, and the damage is doubled.

It's too late for Zeraki Kenpachi to improve his strength, unless he takes off his blindfold at the beginning, and the firepower is full, then the outcome is not easy to say.

Taro was beaten for seven or eight minutes before he escaped from the control of the thin bamboo strips and ran to the room to change into a pair of clean pants.

Taro's mother helped Shiraishi make tea and asked what was going on.

"It's alright, just come to play with Taro."

Baishi didn't say what he wanted to borrow the money. The scene just now made him a little embarrassed to say that he had to go to the tea shop owner to get credit.

After changing into a pair of clean trousers, Taro was another upright little boy who ran out in a hurry and said loudly, "Brother, let's go."

"En." Baishi took a sip of tea, poured it into his empty stomach, got up and said, "Sister Lian, I'll go first."

"Come over if you have time."

"Definitely, definitely." Shiraishi waved his hand, stepped out the door, and walked on the dirt road without a floor.

Taro trotted to keep up and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't reveal what I cried just now, and ruin my image of a tough guy."

"Okay." Shiraishi replied angrily, and still had the image of a tough guy. Yonemura was probably Taro who didn't know Taro had the title of crybaby.

One big and one small did not go far, and on the way, another child followed, "Big brother." "Big brother." "Big brother."

Because of his strong strength, Baishi is gentle in dealing with people and things, and he does not have that kind of arrogant or fierce aura.

The children liked to stick with him very much, and elected him as the king of children in Mi Village, the big brother.

Shiraishi has no problem with this. He likes to play games with these children, especially spinning tops, and he has never failed.

With a group of noisy followers, Shiraishi arrives at the only tea shop in Yone Village, Saitoya.

The size of the store is not large. It is supported by a straw shed, with three tables and chairs, and two benches. At most, a dozen people can be seated.

From the reception to the chef, the proprietress Guidie is all inclusive.

"Oh, isn't this Bai Jun, long time no see, do you miss someone?"

The soft tone was matched with a frivolous wink, as if to eat him.

Baishi smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Guidie, didn't you just meet the day before yesterday?"

"The so-called one-day absence, such as every three autumns, people are thinking about you very much. Where are you, a dead ghost, and there is no one in my heart~"

Gui Die blinked playfully, a melon-seeded face full of charming colors, a little black mole under her thick red lips, and the neckline of the gorgeous kimono is quite loose, revealing a white landscape.

It is rare for Baishi to become a decent gentleman, so he doesn't dare to say anything, so as not to be dragged into bed by the other party to fight, he said without squinting: "I'm a little tight recently, can I eat dumplings on credit?"

"No problem, if you don't have the money, you can also pay for meat."

"Sister Guidie, don't say these words in front of children."

Shiraishi became more and more embarrassed. This was a well-known mature woman in the West Ten District. She was white and beautiful, and she was also known as a symbol of power.

Anyone who works in the West Tenth District will probably have some ideas when they see her.

She is both sides, often caught between several gods of death, and her life is very moist.

After all, just relying on such a large tea shop, if you want to wear a gorgeous kimono, wear gold and silver jewelry, and open it for hundreds of years, you may not be able to save money.

"Hmph," Gui Die said with her hands on her hips, looking bad at the children, "Little devils, what do you want to eat?"

"Sister, I want three-color dumplings." "I want cherry cake!" "I want tempura."

The children cried out.

"Okay, you all wait for me." Gui Die replied, and turned to go to the shop to prepare. She did not invite these children to eat for nothing, but put it on Baishi's account.

Shiraishi's character is destined not to be popular by himself, so the little ghosts next to him watch with drool, and if they want to eat, they will eat together.

Children without spiritual power can't eat too much, and a bunch of dumplings can fill their stomachs.

The combined consumption of several of them is less than half of Shiraishi's.

He is a big eater.

Not long after, Guidie came out with a few plates of dumplings, cherry cakes, and tempura on a tray, and the children took one and ate them happily.

Shiraishi also smiled and picked up a bunch of dumplings.

Gui Die sat down beside him, her plump and fiery body leaning on his shoulders, "Where did you go to fool around yesterday?"

"I will accompany my friend to the West 26th District."

Shiraishi answered truthfully, trying hard not to let his eyes wander. He likes beautiful women, but he still has principles and bottom lines, and will never flirt with other people's wives or mistresses.

He only flirts with single girls.

"It's really enviable to travel such a long distance in one day."

Gui Die sighed that she had applied for the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, but was not admitted, because Lingwei did not meet the standard.

The minimum admission standard for the True Central Academy of Spiritual Arts is [-]th-level Lingwei. If you fail to meet this requirement, you will not be able to pass the training and become a member of the thirteenth division.

Her death dream was ruthlessly cut off from the beginning.

Shiraishi shrugged and said, "It's not a day trip, I came back this morning."

"This morning?" A look of shock appeared in Gui Die's eyes. She had accompanied many gods of death and heard them boast about her strength, so she understood that this was not the speed of a normal god of death.

Because of those guys, the bragging isn't that great.

"Bai Jun is really powerful."

Stars appeared in her eyes, and her face was full of admiration.

Baishi was very useful, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay."

Gui Die continued to ask: "Has your strength reached the level of captain?"

"Under normal circumstances, you can still pass a few tricks."

Baishi never brags about his strength, but hides his clumsiness, especially in front of an unpredictable woman like Gui Die.

He will not reveal his true strength and ideas.

Maybe it's overhearted, maybe it's personal prejudice against mistresses.

Shiraishi always felt that the proprietress of Saitoya was not a simple person.

If you are greedy for wealth, you can leave Lichun District with a nobleman, instead of staying here, opening a tea shop, and acting as the mistress of several death gods.

Serving one is far easier than serving a group.

Eh, this kind of woman is too complicated, it's still empty cranes, and broken peaks are simple.

When Bai Shi thought of Broken Peak, he couldn't help but think of the date in half a month. I was really looking forward to it.

(End of this chapter)