Hokage: Red-haired reckless!

Captain of the 8th team.

Kyoraku Spring Water!

The man who will take over the position of captain after Yamamoto Shigekoku’s death in the future.

Raising his head slightly, Uzumaki Xinqiang glanced at the other party’s angry clothes before retracting his gaze.

When Xin Qiang released his spiritual pressure, he already thought that someone would come.

And that’s exactly what he’s for.

A bargaining chip in dialogue with the high-level of the corpse soul world.

Nodding at Xinqiang, Jingle Chunshui took Qixu to the side and began to inquire.

“Redhead Village?”

Raising his head again to look at these red-haired reckless men, Jingle Chunshui shook his head.

“I have been in the corpse soul realm for so many years, and I have never heard of a place like Redhead Village, and even in this world, I have never heard of it.”

“I don’t know, but the man’s subordinates call him the village chief.”

Miss Qixu was a little helpless.

Chief?

Not to mention the village chief, the captain’s spiritual pressure is only that, right?

Especially the man’s last spiritual pressure actually gave her a feeling of suffocation!

It seems that his spiritual pressure is more violent than the spiritual pressure of others, and contains special power.

“Looks like I’m going to have a good talk to him.”

Sighing, some of the Jingle Chunshui, who didn’t like trouble, walked towards the whirlpool new strong.

“Team Captain Jingle Chunshui, can we talk?”

The self-cooked wine Mengzi stretched out his hand to make an invitation, and the colorful cape carried an inexplicable commotion.

“Let’s go.”

Nodding, Xinqiang stood up from the recliner.

Behind the Zhenyang Spiritual Academy, next to a huge natural waterhole, two figures stood still.

“You can ask whatever you want, but I don’t necessarily tell you.”

Pulling out a small table, as well as a stool and a second pot head, Xinqiang motioned for Jingle Chunshui to sit down and speak.

I really want to be your subordinates.

Jingle Harushui rolled his eyes.

But this wine is really good.

Smelling the hot taste of the second pot head, Jiu Mengzi tasted it.

“Can you tell me where you’re from?”

Squinting his eyes, Kyoraku Chunshui asked his own question.

“Another world.”

Hehe, unexpectedly honest, but basically no one believes it.

Sure enough, Jingle Chunshui laughed at this answer, just as the other party didn’t want to say it.

However, on the issue of identity, he did not doubt much.

The reason is simple, the Technology Development Agency is clear about whether there is a travel disaster, but the passage does not record the entry and exit of these people.

That means that they are the souls of the corpse soul realm itself, but their spiritual pressure is excessive.

“Then what is the purpose of coming to the Zhenyang Spiritual Academy?”

Jing Le Chunshui put down the wine glass and asked.

Probably, this is the question he wants to ask the most.

Objective.

What is the purpose of these people appearing in the corpse soul realm without warning.

“Are you being funny?”

Uzumaki Xinqiang looked at each other strangely.

“Come to school, of course, to study, learn to cut fists and walk ghosts, complete the graduation assessment, and then go to the thirteenth team of the court protector?”

“You ask this question like taking off your pants and farting, but it’s still tasteless.”

Not really.

What else can school do besides studying?

Jing Le Chunshui really wanted to slap himself to calm down.

“I mean, after that, after graduation, just to be the Grim Reaper?”

“Still farting.”

Xinqiang took a wordless sip and looked at Jingle Chunshui after taking a sip of the second pot.

“Just say it well, don’t you just want to know if I and my subordinates will do something harmful to the corpse soul world?”

“Seeing that your wine is also good, how can you talk like a sissy and out of tune? Ask generously, you have to ink. ”

Educated.

Depressed, Jingle Chunshui took a sip of wine.

The captain of the eight-way team, who has always been cynical, was actually taught a lesson by a junior who had just entered school today.

The key is that he is still speechless and has no way to refute it.

Oh, yes.

He was indeed a little dishonest.

Looking at the man in front of him who was even more dashing than him, Jing Le Chunshui took a deep breath.

He was polite to the man who was likely to be his colleague in the future.

This is a world of strength speaking, and when you show a stronger aura than ordinary people, you will win the minimum respect of others.

In other words, if it weren’t for this kid’s spirit crushing the twelfth level tester, he would never tolerate the other party being so arrogant.

Spiritual pressure, representing strength!

Release the spiritual pressure to liberate the slashing knife, and it becomes its own strength!

This is the easy-to-understand rule of the Grim Reaper.

“I do want to ask, on this question, can you answer me.”

Squinting his eyes, Jingle Chunshui began to wait for Xinqiang’s answer.

Will it be unfavorable to the corpse soul world!

“Well, that’s right.”

Unceremoniously patted Jing Le Chunshui’s shoulder, and Xinqiang smiled slightly.

“Not now, even if I want in the future, you won’t be able to stop it.”

This answer!

Kyoraku Chunsui frowned.

Just like a joke.

“Okay, I don’t have much malice towards the Lingting, and I won’t do anything unfavorable unless someone messes with me.”

“Go back and tell Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekoku this answer, let him not panic.”

Standing up, Xinqiang grabbed the stool.

“Well, the remaining bottle of two pots is for you, it’s not enough to come to me.”

Turn around.

Only the man’s back remained in Jingle Chunshui’s pupils.

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