I Bound Aizen

Chapter 275:

As expected of the richest man in the soul world, he has a really good attitude and really knows how to play.

There is a lot of money to spend, and my son has grown up again. At this time, traveling around the world is a perfect choice.

With his current age and physical condition, it is really not difficult to play all over the world.

Damn, I'm so envious.

As a vassal of the Sifengin family, the Omaeda family has a status similar to that of a minor noble.

It is not difficult for Xi Zhijin to resign.

Even if it's Ye Yi, it's not easy to forcefully stop him.

The reason why he reported and asked for instructions was, on the one hand, to show respect for Yoruichi, and on the other hand, to apply to Yu Mikami to recall his son, Nozomi Omaeda.

In fact, Nozomi Ohmaeda hadn't seen his son for many years.

Over the years, every time he went to the 11th team and wanted to get together with his son, he couldn't see anyone.

It's not a mission, it's a secret training.

If he hadn't been familiar with Yu Mikami, he would have suspected that his son was gone, and the 11th team would have died in secret.

After many inquiries, Nozomi confirmed that this matter had nothing to do with Yu Mikami.

It's completely my **** son who has been avoiding me on purpose!

This retirement, the Omaeda family's plate must be taken by someone, let's see how this kid can hide!

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Swipe!

Mikami Yu opened the closet and took out a new haori from it.

The previous one was thrown in the virtual circle during the fight, and I forgot to pick it up.

Speaking of which, for similar reasons, there seem to be more than ten pieces of haori thrown in the virtual circle?

I hope it won't be picked up by some strange ghost...

In Mikami Yu's mind subconsciously appeared the figures of some members of the 11th team who were stupefied.

Those who want to touch their own black chess pieces, want to lick their own sweat, want to be hugged by themselves, strangle their bones to death...

He doesn't compete with the players below very much now, he has to think about whose problem it is.

Looking at Yu Mikami who was dressed, Suhou who followed behind nodded slightly.

Obviously, when he took off his clothes, he was like a violent beast, with distinct muscles, but it was completely invisible when he put on clothes.

As expected of a scumbag, even his image is so deceptive.

"Hey, Broken Bee, are you fascinated by my gentle and refined image?"

"For the sake of your daily service, I can allow you to kiss the back of my hand!"

When Suifeng looked at Yu Mikami, the latter suddenly turned around and spoke triumphantly.

Broken Bee turned and left without hesitation.

Not long after, the three of them joined Nozomi Ohmaeda and came to the 11th team together.

Walking into the gate, Mikami Yuu said amidst the roars of "Brother!"

"Go, call that kid Xi Qiandai and tell him that I want to check his practice!"

"yes, Sir!"

The team members ordered by Mikami Yu couldn't help showing excited expressions.

He turned around and ran towards the training ground.

Occasionally, I ran into an acquaintance on the road, and hurriedly shouted: "I'm running errands for my elder brother! Hee hee!"

Hearing this, the acquaintances were all jealous and angry, wishing to replace him on the spot.

Mikami Yuqing was familiar with the road, came to the big animal skin seat, and sat down on his buttocks.

"Come and come, don't be shy, just take your seat!"

Nozomi Ohmaeda found a seat and sat down, feeling a little delicate.

I always feel that I didn't come to someone else's team, but some kind of bandit mountain.

After sitting down, the **** of death soon brought drinks, meat, and fruits.

Several people broke up and began to eat and drink.

At first, Omaeda Nozomi was a little unaccustomed to it, but he soon got used to the atmosphere.

While eating and drinking, a figure suddenly rushed over.

"Brother!"

As soon as he appeared, the Shinigami spoke to Yu Mikami.

With a confident smile on his face, he held his head high and his chest high.

But the next second, he suddenly froze.

Looking at the burly figure who was drinking with Yu Mikami, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Sensing that someone was staring at him, Noshin Omaeda looked over suspiciously.

This is a young **** of death, who looks less than twenty.

The hair is clean and the sides are shaved for a refreshed look.

The young man is tall and tall, as can be seen from the neckline of the Shiba suit, his muscles are well trained.

Unfortunately, too thin.

With a height of more than 1.8 meters, it looks like it is only about 150 catties, and it is almost skinny.

With this height, it's normal to weigh two hundred and fifty catties, right?

Three hundred catties is considered beautiful.

Xi Zhijin felt a little emotional.

The children of Seilingting are just too strong, what kind of training have they made themselves?

I don't know whose child this is, how sad it is for adults to see it.

When he was thinking about this, the young Reaper suddenly turned around as if he had seen a ghost, and was about to run away.

But before he could act, Yu Mikami caught him in the air and held him by the shoulder.

"Kikiyo, where are you going?"

"Brother Xi Zhijin came to see you specially, how could he turn around and leave without saying hello?"

Being held down by Yu Mikami, the young man looked like he was about to cry.

"Brother, don't stop me...I'm like this now, I can't be seen by my family!"

"What nonsense, aren't you very good, compared to the original... ahem, better than when I first came here!"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Omaeda Nozomi suddenly felt something was wrong.

He quickly fixed his eyes on the young Grim Reaper.

After watching for a few seconds, he suddenly let out an ah, showing a shocked expression!

Although he didn't recognize him at first glance, after careful observation for a while, he found that the facial features, nose and mouth of the young man in front of him were almost the same as that of his own dead... Ah bah, it was exactly the same as the son he hadn't seen for many years!

He stood up in surprise: "Xi Chiyo?"

"...It's me, Dad."

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Kichiyo Omaeda had no choice but to bite the bullet and respond.

Nozomi laughed and rushed over.

"Okay, okay, Dad thought you were already... ahem, it's good that you're fine!"

"Hey, this muscle is really good, it looks like your father!"

"It's just too thin! It's too thin! How can you be so thin?"

With tears in his eyes, Xi Zhijin patted up and down.

Chichiyo couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

He wanted to tell his father that normal people would not feel that they were thin.

When he first came to the 11th team, he also had this special aesthetic of the Omaeda family. He felt that everyone in the team was too thin and should eat more pancakes.

But after a long time, he gradually found that after losing weight, his body was obviously more agile than before.

When using various moves, the movements can also be more in place.

When he was at home, he certainly would not take the initiative to do these exercises.

But in the 11th team, the overall atmosphere is like this. Everyone trains every day, becomes stronger, and learns from each other.

In this general environment, it is impossible for anyone to be completely unaffected.

As a result, when he first came here, he was still a lazy and slippery young master, but now he has become a fighter who insists on training every day and often takes the initiative to find someone to learn from.

Recalling the life of these years, Nozomi Omaeda raised her thick lips slightly.

Looking at the grieving old man, he opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded—

"Fatty, since you are so worried, how about taking a look at your son's current level?"

Omaeda Nozomi was taken aback, and looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw that the man with the vice-captain's wooden badge tied to his arm was walking over step by step with a long sword on his shoulder.

"vice captain!"

Seeing this man, he subconsciously raised his chest.

Over the years, the deputy captain Saraki Kenpachi has become more and more powerful. Although he is not as good as his eldest brother, he has convinced the team members very much.

Nozomi also looked over.

Seeing Saraki Kenpachi walking over, he couldn't help grinning.

The sharp and murderous aura rushing towards his face was simply a monster.

As the vice-captain, in front of him, he couldn't even arouse the desire to fight.

A normal person, who would go crazy and challenge a lion or a tiger?

Not the Colosseum.

Just as he was about to say hello, he saw his son standing up suddenly.

"Vice Captain! You are right!"

He turned his head and looked at Nozomi:

"Father, please let me use actions to prove my progress over the years!"

After finishing speaking, before Nozomi could recover, he looked at Saraki Kenpachi again.

"Vice-Captain! Nozomi Omaeda, I want to apply for a match with you! Please give me your advice!"