"Brother Urahana!" Inside the house, a gangster wearing straw rope wooden shoes ran in from the door in a panic, panting and shouting to Urahana Erlang who had his back turned to him.
Urahana Jiro is wearing a cherry blossom-colored samurai uniform, with a ponytail tied behind his head. His body is straight, his face is lean and thin, his eyes are open and closed, and he is breathtaking. He has an air of calm and authority.
He was kneeling on a straw mat, with his back to the door, his left hand holding the bottom, and his right hand holding the cup while enjoying the tea ceremony.
Although it is just some messy camellia, it is already a rare elegance considering the conditions for his coming here.
"Don't panic. Keep a calm mind in everything. Only in this way can you find a way to win in the face of danger." Urahana Jiro sipped the edge of the teacup, the fragrance of tea soaked his lips, "Tell me, what happened
What's up?"
"Yes, Brother Urahua." The gangster took a few breaths, his panicked face softened slightly, and he couldn't help but secretly praise the calmness of his brother Urahua. He has been his companion and the only one under his command since he was a child.
His capable generals were all hacked to death, yet he remained so calm. He was indeed the younger brother of the God of Death, Urahana Jiro!
"Brother Dongdu was hacked to death at the entrance of the village." The gangster also imitated Urakajiro's indifference and said calmly in a calm tone.
‘Clang!’
The mottled green tea cup fell to the ground, and the brown camellia water spilled all over the floor.
"What did you say?" Urakajiro suddenly turned around, with a fierce look in his eyes, and his not strong body exuded the aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Dongdu has been growing up with him and loyally following him. He is the only one who can rush up to defend himself when others want to stab him.
Urahana Jiro has a lot of affection for Todu. Ever since his brother Uraka Ichiro became the God of Death, he has taught him many sword skills. He also taught some of the sword skills to Toudu so that Todu can easily block his sword.
Although I only learned a few moves that Dongdu could use to block the sword, for ordinary civilians, Dongdu could fight four or five people by himself without any problem.
Now Dongdu is dead!
Urakajiro was shocked and sad. Which group in the nearby village dared to kill Dongdu without giving him face?
Don’t you know that I, Urakasha? Don’t you know that I, Uraka Jiro? Don’t you know that my elder brother, Uraka Ichiro, is the God of Death? Don’t you know that the God of Death is powerful?
Dongdu just went out for two rounds as usual, oppressed the people, killed a few untouchables, snatched some children, and completed the tasks given by the above. The crime would not lead to death. Who dared to kill my brother Dongdu!
"Who dares to kill our vice-president of Urahana Club?" Uraka Erlang's face was as cold as a knife, and his face was filled with cold anger.
"He was a child without clothes. He came towards the village and met Brother Dongdu. He had no spirit of samurai. He threw the ribs like a dagger and stabbed Brother Dongdu in the neck." The little gangster replied quickly, and couldn't help but feel.
I sighed in my heart that Brother Puhua's feelings for Brother Dongdu were really deep. Brother Puhua, who had always been secretive about his emotions and anger, was angry at the death of Brother Dongdu.
"A child without clothes?" Urahana Jiro's anger was choked, and he looked at this gangster with suspicious eyes, as if to say, are you fucking kidding me?
Dongdu is so strong and has such big chest muscles.
A child killed Dongdu?
Or a child without clothes?
"Yes, they were brought by the two children who escaped before. They should be revenge on our Puhua Club. They are coming to the headquarters of Puhua Club." The gangster said with a serious look on his face. He really was not lying.
Although it may sound a bit outrageous, he saw it with his own eyes from a distance.
Now it is estimated that the two uninjured companions have been killed by the ruthless, cruel and unclothed child.
This child without clothes is so cruel!
"Hmph, trash!"
Urakajiro's cold and sharp face showed anger, as if he was angry that iron could not turn into steel.
I taught you so many sword skills, but when you traveled east and couldn't use any force, you were thrown to the side by a child and stabbed to death. It was really embarrassing and useless. The child still didn't even have any clothes on.
of.
"Is the kid coming?"
Urakajiro wanted to go out angrily and wanted to kill the child directly, but before he walked to the door frame, he suddenly felt that he, the boss of a group club, just ran to find a child without clothes.
It's out of character.
If we let the league clubs in other villages know, they would be laughed to death. Do I, Urahana Jiro, still have the nerve to hang around?
His footsteps stopped in front of the door frame, and he asked with a calm expression.
"Yes, they have been coming to the headquarters." The gangster replied.
Urakajiro's expression changed from calm to calm. He walked back to the straw mat and knelt down. He took out a sword, wiped it gently and carefully, and said calmly: "Wait until they come to take you to death!"
When the young gangster saw Urahana Jiro's demeanor, his eyes immediately showed admiration. He looked up at him, his admiration pouring out from his heart. He turned around and stood guard by the door, looking at the vicissitudes of the world with a dull expression.
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Haier picked up Yingluo. His child's hand was a little thin, and when he held the hilt of the sword, he felt like he couldn't hold the center of gravity tightly.
The blade of Yingluo's blade is only one meter and two long, and with the handle, it is one meter and forty, which is taller than Haier's entire body, but this is not a problem for him.
Any weapon can display its ultimate skill in Haier's hands.
For Haier, all weapons are just a matter of distance, the distance between himself and the enemy, the distance he can control, and the distance he can control.
He once saw the gaps between atoms and mastered the magnetic field distance between atoms. Although the body of this child is not as powerful as his original body, and does not have various eyes that can see the distance between atoms, the fine details left behind
The control and unique sense of distance are unmatched by any master-level swordsman.
Any weapon, with his control and sense of distance, will become a magical technique that can turn decay into something magical.
Haer casually played with the cherry blossoms in his hand. The tip of the knife picked up the navy blue martial arts uniform on the prone body of Dong Du. He waved the knife in a flash. The cherry blossoms looked very heavy in his hand.
, but the sword light when swung was as smooth as flowing water, and pieces of clothes splashed in the air. When Hai Er stopped his hand, a martial arts uniform suitable for Hai Er fell from the air.
Ichimaru Gin and the two uninjured gangsters were stunned.
Haier took a step forward, and the clothes just fell on his body. He gently reached out and put on the navy blue martial arts uniform. He casually fastened the belt around his waist, inserted Yingluo into the scabbard, and carried it on his shoulder.
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