Reborn as the God of Death and became the Captain of the Ten Blades

How could Sal Apollo not know what he was thinking? Even if he knew, he couldn't tell him, let alone not knowing.

He spread his hands, looking helpless.

Test tube Daxu didn't believe it, and his body didn't move. His two big heads looked at Sal Apollo who was sitting in the main seat at the same time. Both pairs of eyes were eerie and terrifying.

Sal Apollo confronted him calmly without any fear. He used his hand to push back the pink hair in front of his eyes, tilted his head upward, and looked at the other person with contempt.

He said slowly: "Aronillo Eluluyeli, don't think I don't know what you are planning!"

"Even if I know, what can you do to me?" He didn't take Aronilo seriously at all.

Aronillo was so angry that he slammed the table with a loud bang. The red liquid in the test tube surged rapidly and the breath became cold.

After a long time, the breath disappeared, and he sat down again. The two heads communicated quickly in a strange tone.

"Haha, don't forget what agreement we reached between us."

"Don't forget why we reached this agreement."

"That god of death has already subdued Nnoitra. Grimmjow, do you think he is an ordinary person?"

"A great hollow who can fight this god of death might be able to help us."

"You said you disappeared suddenly. Do you think we are still inferior Killian? Would you believe it?"

"Or do you think you're smart?"

These words successfully attracted the attention of the lazy uncle and the pious Daxu.

Sal Apollo felt two warning glances and was secretly surprised. When did this guy who only cared about eating become so quick-witted?

It was also a little funny. He didn't believe that the other two great hollows wouldn't notice such an obvious clever trick.

Aronillo was happy to see that he had achieved his goal, and he did not forget to add fuel to the fire.

"Among us, the Vastod Great Hollows, you seem to be the only one who submits to Bylergan Luisenbon." There was contempt in his words.

After hearing this, Sal Apollo did not feel ashamed, but laughed out loud: "What's the big deal? As long as you can provide me with a steady stream of material, it doesn't matter. If you can do it, you can do it too."

After saying that, he looked at Aronillo with a fiery look and said anxiously, "How about giving me a few drops of the liquid in your head? No, just one drop."

"How about I just leave Bylergan?" After saying that, a weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were burning, and he wanted to slice Aronillo into slices on the spot.

After hearing his words, Aronilo's smile froze on his face and gradually faded. He seemed to remember something from the past and his body trembled violently. The small bubbles in the test tube were like a string of pearls connected into a line. Anyone could sense his suppressed anger.

The two little heads looked fiercely at Sal Apollo, and one of them said, "I have a surprise for you."

"I think this is a great surprise," said another head.

After saying that, flesh-colored skin suddenly grew on the surface of the entire test tube and spread out like dough. The eyes, nose, and mouth took shape and began to stretch. Even hair and sweat grew out, eventually forming a face.

Sal Apollo looked at Aronillo at this moment, a face that seemed somewhat familiar. Suddenly, he felt a surge of anger rushing to his forehead. The glass in his hand shattered with a "crack", and the unfinished black tea flowed on the table and dripped on his legs without him noticing.

He forced himself to calm down, only to hear Aronilo sneering, "You are too careless. You think a lowly creature like you is qualified to monitor me? Remember to send someone stronger next time." As he said this, he stuck out his tongue and swished it around his lips.

"After all, I haven't eaten enough."

Sal Apollo suppressed his anger and acted calmly. He took out a handkerchief from his arms, wiped it and said, "Oh, who is he? Who is watching you? Tell me, maybe I can help you." After that, he laughed.

Seeing that he was not fooled, Aronillo did not continue to mock him. Anyway, his goal was achieved.

"Ha~~" The lazy uncle yawned, attracting everyone's attention, and adjusted his posture to sit on the stool.

"I've had enough sleep." His voice was full of mature charm, and his arms were stretched out.

"Now that you two have finished communicating, let's get down to business."

After hearing his words, Aronillo and Sal Apollo stopped confronting each other. The dark and burly man breathed a sigh of relief for some reason. If the matter was not a bit serious, he really didn't want to come over.

The lazy uncle said to Sal Apollo: "We have an agreement between Vastode that it is forbidden to release Zanpakutō unless it is necessary, and... it is forbidden to hunt Yachukas who can break the carnage."

After listening to this, Sal Apollo was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Of course." After that, he lowered his head and continued to wipe the table a few times, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Aaronilo sneered, and without making any movement, his entire face seemed to be torn apart and slowly disappeared, turning back into the shape of a test tube.

One of the heads said, "Stark, haven't you met that strange Vastod-class Hollow?" There was desire in his deep voice.

Stark still looked lazy, leaning back in his chair, thinking carefully and answering: "Except for the eleven of us, I have never met any other Vastod-class Hollows."

The dark and burly man asked, "Aronilo, your body hasn't recovered yet?"

After hearing his words, the two heads in the test tube of Aronilo looked at Sal Apollo hatefully.

"You still can't release your Zanpakutō yet."

"SO ga." He turned to look at Sal Apollo, "Is there any way?"

Sal Apollo spread his hands and said, "He was a Vastod who was advanced through forceful devouring. The quality of his spiritual pressure couldn't keep up, and he was forcefully released, so his sword was broken. It's all fine as long as he hasn't degenerated to the level of Achukas." His words were filled with gloating, and he laughed after he finished speaking.

Besides, even if there is, is it possible to treat him? Thinking of this, should we trick him onto the dissection table in the name of recovery and conduct research? The more I think about it, the more I feel it is possible, and I regret what I just said.

After hearing what he said, Aronillo slammed the table, stood up suddenly, exuding a dangerous aura, and was about to take action.

"Stop." Stark shouted quickly.

"Alas." He began to sigh again. In order to fight against that possible existence, they signed a treaty prohibiting mutual killing. Although they maintained peace, the conflicts between them became greater and greater over the years. If possible, they would rather hope that that person did not exist, so that peace could last for a long time.

The dark and burly man said, "Choose two of the three souls of the God of Death to devour, and leave one for Sal Apollo to study."

His words were filled with strong confidence, and Aronillo's face was filled with excitement when he heard what he said.

"Okay, it's settled."

“This allocation is very reasonable.”