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"Shoot." Meisha said lightly: "You don't want your knife, I will fight against you empty-handed. If you kill me, you will be invincible."

"Handling with the King of Souls? I met him once...the King of Souls has many things that I can't even reach." Kuchiki Kyōkawa said in a hoarse voice.

"Huo'er, get out." Meisha waved her hand, then threw her sleeping water and the sighs of the gods to it.

"Is that all right? Power against power, do you want to live...or die?"

Maybe he saw the possibility, or maybe he was just desperate, Kuchiki Yokogawa's eyes shone brightly: "If I kill you..."

The air was vibrating, the spirit pressure was colliding, Meisha simply said: "You are the spirit king!"

"it is good!"

Kuchiki Yokokawa was about to make a move.Meisha was suddenly pulled by Kuchiki Byakuya, put his arms around her shoulders, turned half a circle and put her behind him.

"Hey?" Meisha was taken aback for a moment, and immediately lost her momentum: "What are you playing?"

"Leave it to me, I told you, he is from Kuchiki's family." Kuchiki Byakuya said in a deep voice.

She pursed her lips, and her eyebrows showed a unwilling expression, but then she chuckled again: "Okay, whoever makes me like to indulge you, I will listen to you."

Turning around and flying back, she had come to Muramasa again.

Muramasa looked at her with terrifyingly empty eyes.

Meisha stretched out her hand, and gently rubbed his palm against his cheek: "Fortunately, I'm here, right? If you collapse like this, there will be no chance of turning back."

"I never thought I could go back, never."

"What about now? Now you don't want to?" Looking at him deeply, meeting his eyes, Meisha immediately shook her head: "I was wrong, you don't need to look back, you are doing your best for him, and doing your best. Do it all, and that's enough. Why look back? Why regret it? It's just that you don't have to go the same way again."

"You want me to abandon him?"

"You didn't abandon him, did you forget? He abandoned you!" Although the words were sharp, they were obviously the most sincere.

"I—" still didn't agree, but was visibly shaken.

Meisha smiled sweetly, just kept telling and bewitching, and piled up lies and truth in your ears, wouldn't you be moved?

"You don't need to do anything now, you don't need to speak out about betrayal, as long as you close your eyes now and ignore all of this. Then when you open your eyes, you will be free."

"Will you let me go?" Muramasa asked in a low voice, the tone of despair still did not disappear.

"Why do you want me to let go? Little fool, I am different." Meisha's voice was extremely gentle: "Being by my side is freedom, and you will know it in the future. So go to sleep, okay? won't you?"

refuse?What a ridiculous statement, there is nothing, what's the point of him refusing now?

Close your eyes, just like what Meisha said, and fall into a deep sleep, as if everything in this world no longer exists.

"Good boy, it's all right." Meisha carefully integrated her spiritual power into his body, eroding, or assimilating, until it matched.when

The village is turning into a knife again, and Meisha is relieved.It's hers!

After one thing is done, especially such a concern, the rest of the eyebrows will not be interested in participating.

Anyway, I know what will happen next, once Yoko dies at the hands of Kuchiki Byakuya, and Muramasa is taken away by him, what resistance will there be?

"Crack!" The window was kicked open, startling the people in the room.

"Oh~ this is not our Spirit King, what do you want from me?" Kisuke Urahara immediately smiled.This is the immediate boss, who has the power of life and death in his hands, so we must establish a good relationship.

"Show me this, I always think there is something wrong with him." Meisha threw Muramasa over.

"Huh? This is a good sword, and it's still Zanpakuto." Kisuke Urahara caressed the hilt and the handle of the sword, his expression became serious: "Meisha, do you know what this sword is called and who it belongs to?" ?”

"It doesn't matter who it belonged to before, it's mine now, and it's his willingness."

"Willingly? Powerful." Urahara Kisuke wanted to pull out the sword, but was thrown away abruptly.Muramasa was still lying there quietly, but refused to be touched by anyone.

Meisha had no choice but to hold him in her hands and stroke him gently.

"You have such a big temper, how can I afford to serve you?"

"Stupid!" Meisha rolled her eyes at him, then looked at him again, and suddenly stared at him.

"Ah huh?" Seeing her tremblingly, Kisuke Urahara looked left and right, but he didn't realize that there was something wrong with him.

"Can't you see?" Meisha turned her head and asked others.

Everyone shook their heads, only Ye Yi squinted his eyes: "You mean... that thing on Kisuke's forehead? I can't see it either, but when I turn into a cat, I always have an ominous premonition."

"The black crow, the imprint of the god of death, although it is very faint." Meisha lifted her eyelids slightly, and her eyes flickered: "It's very interesting, Xisuke, why did you offend my precious apprentice?"

"If I had to say it, absolutely nothing." Urahara Kisuke wiped his forehead: "Is there really something? I don't feel it at all."

"There is, but maybe it wasn't intentional, but left it inadvertently." Meisha's hands tightened tightly, feeling that the village was shaking under her palms, and then she calmed down her hazy mood: "What that kid is doing now, I don't even care about it." Understood."

Suppressing themselves, alienating each other, but they refused to even tell the reason!Also, that damned 'Pandora's Box'... because of what Muramasa had forgotten again, Meisha's tone was immediately harsh: "In that case, you just follow me, wherever I go, until this It's settled."

"No..." Urahara Kisuke immediately fell down, "I don't want to go to Jinglingting..."

"I didn't say I would take you to Jingling Court to make trouble? I myself...have no intention of going back."

"Well, His Majesty Lingwang is free to go, but—" the small fan opened to cover his expression: "It's not up to you to decide where the roots are. Whether you or me, it's the same. But ——This is the so-called life, and there is nothing anyone can do about it.”

"Life? Then what do you think of my life? Is it because I haven't had enough troubles in this life, and there must be more messy accidents, so that my life can't be too leisurely and comfortable, and it can also let other people watch more dramas? "

"That's not the case. Some people are destined to have an impossible life, and they can only go with the flow." Kisuke Urahara suddenly said pitifully: "Do we really want to do this? How about we not run with you?"

"You're dreaming~" Meisha smiled and said, "But what you said just now sounds very pleasant to my ears, so I will definitely be gentle with you during this journey, don't worry."

Kisuke Urahara looked at the others: who gave him an idea?Everyone was silent, and even Ye Yi turned his head away.

Just kidding, are they the masters who can listen to other people's persuasion?

Kisuke, go with peace of mind!

In fact, this kind of travel is not very bad, and Kisuke is not as repulsive as he seems, and he still finds it very novel—although it is true that he does not want to come.

'Death's mark', no matter what it refers to, it would be wise for Meisha to pay so much attention to it.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" He threw up all over the floor as soon as he came out.

"It's like this for the first time, just get used to it." Meisha's voice came lightly.

Kisuke Urahara raised a finger tremblingly: "Why do you have to bring me here?"

"The first is the mark on your forehead, and the second is that you can help me take care of Muramasa."

Urahara Kisuke's hand hangs down weakly, and immediately stretches out two fingers: "What is this place?"

"I don't know, no matter where it is, life is the same."

Once again, Urahara Kisuke stood up unsteadily, "At least, find a place for me to rest first, okay?" After speaking, he leaned directly on Meisha's body.

"Hey, hello?" Meisha pushed him twice and rolled her eyes: "He's so strong even though he's a big man, he's afraid of time and space shifting, what's the difference between this and a roller coaster?"

"Ah, what's wrong with this gentleman? Are you injured or...do you need help?" An anxious voice asked.

Japanese?Meisha turned her head and saw an uncle with two mustaches. He was about 40 years old, a bit rough, and his face looked decent at first glance, but if he didn't put on a serious look, it would be a bit sloppy. Come out.

This man... looked familiar.

Meisha raised her head and smelled it, but she was not familiar with the smell of this world.A world I know but have never been to?This is really rare, she thought there was no such place.

Since she is familiar with it, it must be famous in the book, so she deliberately said in stiff Japanese: "We are from another place, we got lost, and he gets motion sickness, can he take us in for a while?"

The man was taken aback, but seeing Meisha's pitiful appearance, he nodded immediately: "Oh, good! Come with me."

He's still a middle-aged uncle... Meisa carried Urahara Kisuke up, gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "If you don't be honest and try your best, I will throw you here. At that time, you will be regarded as a I don't care about missing persons handling!"

Kisuke Urahara snorted twice: "It's true that I feel uncomfortable..." But he lifted his foot up by himself, and didn't put all the weight on Meisha.

Look at the gentleman in front of him who claims to be romantic and unrestrained, his eyebrow gauze is beginning to crumble, sweat is protruding from his forehead, and his steps are messy.

Sure enough, the gentleman accepted it immediately: "Let me help you, you are a girl, how can you have so much strength."

"Thank you." Meisha smiled.Although she's a bit lewd, she's not obscene, and she won't take advantage of the opportunity...not bad.By the way, who is this person?

Half an hour later, sitting on the soft sofa and drinking the mellow coffee, Meisha no longer had to think about it.

【Maori Detective Agency】

These big characters on the window are shining brightly.

Are you familiar?Who will say that they are not familiar with it?

The owner of the house, Kogoro Mori, has a daughter, Mori Ran, and recently a little Douding named Edogawa Conan lives with him.

This world is magical... It's not the first time Meisha sighed like this.

"Hehehe, it turns out that Miss Meisha is of mixed race, no wonder—well, she is so beautiful."

"Thank you Mr. Mao Li for your compliment. I was traveling around and looking for my mother. Who knows...God's will, my mother is dead, and I am also displaced. I don't even have a place to live." No sad look.

Mori Kogoro quickly comforted: "Don't be sad, don't be sad, I didn't mention this on purpose. That...then what do you do now?"

"Body is like catkins swaying in the wind, you can go wherever you go." Saying this makes me feel disgusted, but since someone is following this trick, I have to get rid of this uncle before a shrewd brat returns.

"How can this work, you are a girl, and you have only one brother who can't make a living..." Maori Kogoro turned around twice: "Otherwise...otherwise...that's right! This place was originally on the third floor. The office rents two floors, and the other floor is unoccupied, why don't you live here first? You can also take care of each other. I have a daughter who is about the same age as you, and you will definitely get along well."

Meisha shook her head: "How is this possible? It must be very troublesome to you, Mr. Maori."

"No trouble, no trouble at all! How can such a sensible and beautiful girl as you be troublesome? It's decided like this!" Mouri seemed to have forgotten Kisuke Urahara who was sleeping on the sofa: "Come on, come on, I'll take you there now."

"Then, thank you, Mr. Maori." Meisha glanced at the clock.

It is 10:[-] in the afternoon, and there are still [-] minutes until the students leave school.

Wei Wei opened his lips: [Xisuke, you will take care of those two children in a while, but don't treat that boy as an ordinary child, he will suffer. 】

Xisu on the sofa moved and turned over, as if he had fallen asleep more soundly.

The eyebrow yarn raised the corners of her mouth, which was a bit interesting.

After picking up Conan and coming back, he planned to go into the house and start cooking, but who knew he didn't see his father, not to mention, he also saw a stranger in a kimono lying on the sofa, sleeping soundly.

Conan immediately protected Xiaolan behind him, and it has become his habit to suspect people first.

But Xiaolan hugged Conan: "Be careful, don't approach him casually, he may not be Dad's guest!"

Conan was speechless, of course he knew, who should be worried about whom?

"Hmm...who?" The person on the sofa opened his eyes and rubbed them, looking at them with a harmless face.

Xiaolan's vigilance immediately disappeared a lot. Facing such a person, it is hard to imagine that he is a bad person.

"Ah, you must be the daughter of Mr. Maury and the child of his friend." This man smiled brightly: "You must know that Mr. Maury is really a good man."

"Huh?" The two were at a loss.

The corner of Conan's mouth twitched, what did that uncle who thought he was right about everything actually be a problem?

"Hello, hello." The man suddenly took Xiaolan's hand and shook it uncontrollably: "My name is Urahara Kisuke, and we will live under the same roof from today, or are we neighbors? I heard that you cook well Eat, I have also done a lot of research on this, please give me a lot of advice.”

"Ah... so much—show me how big it is!" Xiaolan subconsciously kicked it out.

"Oh~" Kisuke flicked lightly, and then dodged the kick.

"Huh?" Xiaolan was stunned, she didn't just scare people, how could it be so easy?

"Huh... so dangerous. This is not good, I'm not an enemy." Kisuke stayed away from her, with the right expression on his face.

This girl is a bit impulsive, but it doesn't matter, the boy who raised eyebrows is really different. He is very wise and seems to be able to see through certain facts easily.