Sao Nian, do you want to sign a contract? [Comprehensive]

The Zhibo family's house gradually upgraded with the number of bombings.

The scale of the explosion this time was quite small, only the part of the roof on the outer ground was blown up, and the rest of the living room and living room were still intact.

"My friend got it from the world."

Shiba Konghe squatted in front of a cabinet, and while looking for it, he muttered: "Where did you put it? I remember putting it here." After almost emptying out the contents of the cabinet, she found it, and then she threw it over.

Jun Xijiu reached out to catch it.

After a closer look, there is no label on the bottle, so it should be brewed in-house.

Jin Yan, the servant of Shiba's family, brought a few cushions, and Yin Yan brought wine cups and some appetizers. After finishing their work, they retreated without receiving new instructions.

They also have to clean up the mess from the blast outside.

Zhibo Konghe didn't treat Jun Xijiu as an outsider at all, and he didn't pay attention to the etiquette of hospitality, so he sat cross-legged comfortably: "What are you doing here this time?"

Jun Xijiu knew that although Zhiba Konghe came from aristocratic family, he was very particular about his style, and he was not restrained and sat in a casual posture, so he replied, "Take my children to watch the fireworks."

"There's some left over in the warehouse."

Zhibo Konghe unwrapped the wine seal and filled it up for the two of them. He acted as Jun Xijiu's own person, and he took the lead to take a sip and said, "It's not tasty enough, it's not as good as the wine you brought."

Jun Xijiu also took a sip: "Each has its own taste."

The last time he took out pure brewed demon wine, which was stronger than ordinary wine.

Shiba Kuzuru is a strong woman, and she likes strong alcohol when she drinks it.The taste of this bottle of wine is actually not bad, but it is a little soft.But Jun Xijiu really likes it.

But Jun Xijiu also wisely brought out a bottle of spirits.

Zhiba Konghe's eyes lit up: "You're still refreshing, not like that stingy..." He muttered the last sentence, probably complaining about his friend.

Push the reception wine to Jun Xijiu, and she will enjoy the bottle of spirits to herself.

Drink half of it.

Shiba Kuzuru suddenly asked, "How many wives do you have?"

Jun Xijiu had wine in his mouth: "Pfft——"

After a dry cough, after the discomfort in his chest subsided, he looked at Shiba Kuzuru in astonishment: "Why do you think so?" This question is really scary.

Zhiba Konghe was also surprised, and asked with a strange expression: "The children you bring are different every time, and the hair color and eye color are not like yours. Isn't that like a mother?"

Jun Xijiu: "..."

I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense.

But it was his fault that caused this kind of misunderstanding. The cubs all called him Dad. If a child has a dad, generally speaking, there must be a grandmother.

Jun Xijiu has been to Shiba Konghe three times in total.

The first time I brought Kuroro who secretly followed, the second time I brought him to watch the fireworks to coax the dragon cubs whose parents died in battle, and the third time was Didara.

All three have different hair and eye colors.

If you don't look like your father, then you are like your mother.

Jun Xijiu explained: "It's not my own, it's all adopted." As for the other cubs, they were all picked up (guai) and brought back (pian).

Zhiba Konghe was stunned for a moment, and believed it.

She has always been the son of a nobleman, Xijiu.

The former Zhiba family was also one of the top nobles of Seireitei. Not only their family, but also other noble families more or less adopted some orphans with good qualifications to raise them.Those who are screened out will be servants, and those who are in the early stages will be guards or hidden guards.

Of course, there are also those who are purely raised as adopted children.

Zhiba Konghe also has no intention of probing the news behind it, she just wants to train her younger brother to be a real man, as long as he grows up safely and happily.As for not being interested in restoring the glory of the family, I never want to go back to such a place.

"Sister Konghe, brother is fighting Death!"

A voice shouted loudly from outside the door.

Zhibo Konghe suddenly forgot to drink, teleported out, and saw those younger brothers who were hanging out with his younger brother on weekdays, and hurriedly asked: "Speaking of it, what's going on?"

It was a bit messy when several people spoke together one by one just now, but the younger brother who was accused was very eloquent and didn't talk nonsense, and quickly explained the cause and effect clearly.

Shiba Kanju takes Deidara out to play.

Children, like to show off.

He took Didara to find his younger brothers, and it was only fun when a large group of people played together.There was nothing at first, just playing a pig riding competition.

Then one of them rams into a passing Grim Reaper.

The god of death was a little irritable, so he killed one of the younger brother's pigs casually.Although they are just pigs, pigs are companions for these little ones.

When the partner died, he was naturally angry.

Immediately, Shiba Yanju wanted to avenge his younger brother and fight that god of death, but he was still young, and the opponent seemed to be the sixth seat of a certain team, and he couldn't beat him.Originally, it was fine for the god of death to be exhausted, but some changes happened later.

Deidara's nature likes to make troubles.

The little friend I just made up with was bullied, how can I bear it, and I am ready to help get back the scene, and immediately blow up.The bomb was thrown over.The God of Reaper subconsciously blocked it with his Zanpakutō without knowing what it was, and it exploded and injured him.

The Grim Reaper, who had planned to calm things down, stopped immediately.

It doesn't matter if your opponent is a child or not, just start killing him.

Because the power systems of the two worlds are different, Didara's ninjutsu cannot be used in this world.He can only rely on the physical skills he has practiced since he was a child and the explosives he carries with him.The bullet is fighting the opponent, and it is a bit disadvantageous to fight the opponent with full firepower.

Seeing that the situation was a little bad and dangerous, Shiba Kanju had no choice but to leave his little friend behind and run away. He stayed behind and asked the other little brothers to come back to rescue him.

There were also their own children who fought.

Jun Xijiu couldn't sit idly by, put his hand on Shiba Konghe's shoulder, and came to the scene of the incident in the blink of an eye.As soon as the space was changed, a ball of flames was sprayed head-on.

Scattered casually.

"Dad!"

Didara hugged Jun Xijiu's leg, with an aggrieved expression on his face: "I can't use my abilities anymore." During the battle just now, she was particularly aggrieved, being pressed and beaten everywhere.

He hadn't felt this angry for a long time.

Jun Xijiu looked at her child. There was a scar on her fair and tender face, and there were also several knife wounds and some bruises on her exposed arms and legs.

In short: disgraced and miserable.

The string of reason in my mind snapped instantly.

Shiba Kuzuru, who was in the center, immediately retreated with Shiba Ganju in his arms, and erupted his spiritual pressure to protect the two of them, his whole body trembling slightly.

She looked at Jun Xijiu with some inexplicable horror. The first time she saw him, she felt that his strength must be very strong. She didn't expect that the leaked spiritual pressure was so strong.

He glanced at the houses around him.

All the buildings and other objects in the Soul Realm are composed of the most basic spirit particles, and they all have a certain limit of endurance. If the force released is higher than their limit, its structure will completely collapse and dissipate.

The high-ranking Shinigami even used Reiatsu alone to force the lower-ranking Shinigami to death.

Although Jun Xijiu leaked her spiritual pressure in less than a second just now and then withdrew it back, the surrounding buildings were wiped out in an instant.

Zhiba Konghe glanced at the empty surroundings, the crowd watching the excitement just now was fine, but the houses, flowers and plants had all been transformed into basic spirits.

She can also make objects collapse into spirit particles by Reiatsu alone, but that can only be done by using very powerful and targeted attacks on one of them.

Zhiba Konghe looked at Jun Xijiu with dark eyes.

Jun Xijiu's strength is definitely far superior to the captain's.

Who is he?

Didara was a little frightened. In his impression, Jun Xijiu always looked very gentle and kind. Even if the cubs made a fuss, he was not angry, and always smiled warmly.

He called out timidly, "Abba."

Jun Xijiu was called back to her senses, and smoothed her hair comfortingly.Squatting down to heal Didara's wound, he asked with some distress, "Does it hurt?"

Just now there was a visible bone in the leg, and the flesh was turned out.

Didara shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

These are all minor injuries that can be ignored. He couldn't count the fatal injuries in a single slap when he was on a mission before. He had more than a dozen serious injuries in his memory.

If Didara hugged him aggrievedly and cried coquettishly, Jun Xijiu would feel better.I didn't cry for such a serious injury just now, so I'm used to it.

His heavy hand is spanking.

After hurting his cub so much, Jun Xijiu stood up and looked at the somewhat silly Grim Reaper indifferently.After flipping his hands, Onikiri appeared in his hand, and waved a knife casually.

The god of death was also awakened by the pain on his face.

"Draw the knife."

The god of death would never have thought that a kid who was being bullied casually would have such a powerful parent. The moment the other party released the spiritual pressure just now, his legs were still weak now.

"I was wrong, I apologize."

He doesn't have any fighting spirit at all right now, he can barely resist the full-on Reiatsu of their captain's swastika, and he can still hold the knife steadily if the fear in his heart is turned into fear.

Very strong, will die against it.

Being able to climb to the sixth seat shows that the strength is not bad, and the ability to judge the gap between the enemy and ourselves is still a little bit.The gap was so desperate that he didn't even have the courage to raise a knife.

Death wanted to escape.

As soon as he moved his footsteps, a crack appeared on the ground beside him.

"Draw the knife."

Jun Xijiu repeated it again.

Death's legs softened and he knelt on the ground. He didn't want to die, and begged for mercy: "Is it right..."

Halfway through the speech, a crack appeared in front of him again.

"Draw your sword, or die!"

Some people's minds go blank when they are extremely scared, and this Grim Reaper is an example of this.He thought that he was going to die anyway, at least he had to die with dignity.

"what!!!"

He drew his knife and rushed over.

Jun Xijiu didn't kill him either.

It is to return twice the injuries on Didara and Shiba Kanju.It's not a matter of death, it's just a matter of lying down for a few days with serious injuries.It's just that Onikiri was not very happy when he retracted the knife, so it was too cheap to let the other party go so easily.

Well, he didn't enjoy it.

For the last time, he took the hand that was controlling Jun Xijiu and vented his knife with all his strength.

Of course, he also knows the bottom line of propriety and Jun Xijiu, and he didn't cut at people.

But towards the sky.

Click.

There was the sound of something breaking, followed by a louder siren.

Onitie turned into Naiqie, tilting his head to act cute: "It doesn't seem like I did it on purpose."

Jun Xijiu: "..."

Hey, can't he carry this blame?

The author has something to say:

There is a big enchantment on the outer layer of Seiling Court, which was chopped into pieces.

Dad is so hardworking, he wants to be kissed, hugged and held high.