Tea is good tea.

Water is good water.

place……

A few miles outside Jinglingting.

It's barely a good place.

It’s just this guy——

Yamamoto Genryusai raised his eyes slightly.

When Jon saw it, he smiled and said: "Why, the old gentleman's hands are itchy and he is eager to fight?"

Yamamoto Genryusai:......

It’s difficult to do.

If it were an ordinary enemy, he would have chopped it down with a single blow.

The point is, the guy in front of me really can't be killed with one blow.

The old man coughed lightly and picked up the tea cup, "I am getting older. In recent years, I have become more and more quiet. I pay attention to "peace is the most important" in everything."

Wow.

If I hadn't fought with you just now, I would almost believe this.

Jon smiled and said, "What a coincidence. I am also introverted and shy. I will blush when I say a few words to outsiders."

Yamamoto Genryusai:???

I thought I was nonsense enough, but I didn't expect you to be even more shameless.

An old man and a young man were sitting there talking.

While we were drinking tea, no one was in a hurry to get down to business.

——Whoever speaks first will surely fall behind!

Jon smiled secretly in his heart.

Are you more patient than him?

He can sit here for a thousand years!

But, as the captain of the Gotei 13, can Yamamoto Genryusai do it?

From the beginning, he was invincible.

Just sit down.

See who is anxious first in the end.

Facts prove.

Yamamoto Genryusai's qi-nurturing skills are still a bit inferior to those of Joe Qiaoen.

There is no way, there is a nuclear bomb at the door...

Anyone else would be in trouble.

"Jon... Your Excellency," the old man said with half-squinted eyes, "What exactly do you want?"

Hearing this, Jon put down his cup.

He opened his mouth several times, but in the end he just chuckled and said, "Guess."

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the moment Jon finished speaking, the temperature around him instantly rose a few degrees...

Yamamoto Genryusai stroked his beard and said, "Haha, you are quite funny."

The conversation changed and he said, "But I am an old man with dull qualifications, so naturally I can't guess what your Excellency means."

After pondering for a moment, Jon's expression became solemn, "I grew up listening to your stories, old man, and determined to become a glorious Shinigami of the Serenity Temple and protect the peace of the Soul Society!"

Yamamoto Genryusai:???

Are you playing with me?

If you say such words in front of me, the captain, you are planning to play tricks on me, right?

You mean, you don’t want to have a good talk?

A hint of murderous intent flashed across Yamamoto Genryusai's scar-covered face, and he calmly placed his hand on the Ryuken Wakahu next to him.

Jon pretended not to notice the change in the other party, and said word by word: "Please help me, sir!"

Please help your uncle.

Yamamoto Genryusai suddenly stood up.

He knew that there would be nothing to talk about with such smooth-talking people.

There will eventually be a fight...

Then, let this sword of fire appear in this world.

"Swastika solution." Yamamoto Genryusai said in a flamboyant manner.

At this moment, Jon took the lead and said: "The residual fire sword."

etc.

How do you know my swastika?!

Yamamoto Genryusai was stunned.

Because he clearly saw that the opponent was holding a blade that was as clean as new.

The blade seemed ordinary, but Yamamoto Genryusai felt the temperature on it was almost the same as that of the sun. It was the swastika form of the blade that flows like fire, the residual fire tachi!

Thump thump thump.

Even though the old man had a strong mind, when faced with such a strange scene, he still couldn't help but take three steps back.

His residual fire sword...

Stolen?

Well.

After all, robbing "authority" is Qiao's traditional skill.

Since the substitute awakened, countless people have been stolen from him.

There are not too many Honmoto Ryuzhai in many mountains, and there are not many Honmoto Ryuzhai in Shaoshan.

"I told you, old sir, that your hands are itchy and you are eager to fight, but you still don't admit it." Jon held the Zanpakutō transformed into a double and smiled slightly, "I have always respected and loved my elders, and I will definitely stay with you until the end."

Yamamoto Genryusai's face looked as ugly as if he had choked on a pancake.

Is it really still "copying"...

He miscalculated!

I didn't check for a moment, and actually let the other party steal the ability of Liu Ren Ruo Huo.

Staring at the 'Remnant Fire Taishou' in Jon's hand, Yamamoto Genryusai's originally determined heart was shaken again.

So here comes the question: one sword of fire can destroy half of Soul Society, so the damage caused by two swords of fire...

This feeling of throwing a rat into a trap is really unpleasant.

Yamamoto Genryusai had a solemn face and said nothing.

Jon's smile remained unchanged, and he said with great interest: "This 'Burial Array of Ten Trillions of Fires' feels quite powerful. Mr. Dare, are you the hidden Lich King in the Soul Society?"

Yamamoto Genryusai:......

I don’t understand it, but I don’t think it’s a good word.

Sighing, Yamamoto Genryusai asked: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I told you a long time ago - I want to be the God of Death." Jon smiled.

After a pause, he looked puzzled, "Why don't you believe that there will be a good thing in the sky? If a top combat power joins the Gotei 13, isn't it a win-win for you and me?"

The so-called win-win means that I can have fun while also being secretly happy.

Win twice directly~

When he heard this, Yamamoto Genryusai's head was pounding.

here we go again.

There is not a word of truth in this guy's mouth!

Just like the billionaire who suddenly went to sweep the streets one day. He said that he just wanted to experience the simplest happiness of working people. Do you believe it?

Love reading books

Anyway, Mr. Yamamoto doesn’t believe it.
To be continued...