A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 543

Steve Rogers, lost.

The deep and terrifying knife wound completely destroyed his tenacious will, and the whole person fell heavily to the ground as if he had lost his support.

The blood flowed unstoppably, dyeing the surrounding ground red.

"That's the job done."

Jingle Chunshui walked slowly to the side, bent down to pick up the fallen bamboo hat, put it on his head again, glanced at the fainting Steve, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the will to be so tenacious, Lord Lingwang's choice Sure enough."

Although the process of fighting was not long, and it wasn't even thrilling, Steve's tenacious will and indomitable spirit in the battle from beginning to end undoubtedly won his approval.

"Hehe, it's a good seedling."

Jingle Chunshui pressed the round hat, stroked his stubble-covered chin, and said with a smile: "When I get back, I'll ask Lord Lingwang to see if he can be brought to the Eighth Division to share some work for me."

Such an outstanding talent naturally has to be grasped in advance, not to mention that the thirteen divisions are all facing the dilemma of withering personnel, so it is even more important to be strong first.

Team [-] has Chen Qingcheng, who is known as the strongest genius in the past millennium. He graduated in less than a year, with close to full marks in the four basics, and even mastered the initial solution.

The [-]th team has Frank, although the progress is not fast, but the victory is rich in experience, at least he is the captain after training.

Not to mention the [-]th Division, which sneakily abducted a large number of students, and the talent pool suddenly skyrocketed. Although it was divided up by other divisions, it still had a lot of background.

Considering that this situation will become more and more serious in the future, Jingle Chunshui decided to attack in advance to avoid being intercepted.

"Well, that's right!"

The more Jingle Chunshui thought about it, the more reasonable he felt, he rubbed his chin and said, "Let's leave that kid who ran away to someone else, but this guy... is mine, hehe!"

Poor Steve was unconscious, without any say, and his future was decided rashly.

Jingle Chunshui picked up Steve, intending to take him to the fourth team to heal his injuries, and then he will be locked up for a good 'tune-up'.

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"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Peter, who ran away in a hurry along the way, didn't even dare to turn his head, for fear of delaying the time Captain Rogers procrastinated for him with his life.

I don't know how far I ran in one breath.

Until he felt exhausted, Peter panicked and hid in a room, leaning tiredly against the wall next to him, panting heavily, and his clothes were wet with sweat.

Speaking of which, he was very lucky.

On the way to escape, he didn't meet a god of death, and there were no patrols nearby. Otherwise, in his current situation, if he was discovered, he would have to wait for death.

"Captain... the spiritual pressure has disappeared!"

Peter's eyes suddenly opened wide, revealing a look of horror.

Just now.

He sensed the captain's spiritual pressure, originally blazing and exuberant like a ball of fire, but suddenly disappeared.

Is it...

Is Captain Rogers dead? !

"No! Impossible!"

The moment this idea appeared, Peter felt as if the sky had collapsed. He covered his mouth tightly with his hands, trying not to shout out, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was extremely pale.

Captain Rogers is so strong, even if he can't beat that god of death, nothing will happen to him. He must be hiding now.

That's right...it must be!

Peter forced himself to comfort himself, curled up in fear and anxiety, and hid in the shadow of the room.

Mr. Stark is still trapped in the confession tower, only three days before the execution time, and their personnel are scattered everywhere, and they don't even know how many people are still alive. The situation can't be worse!

In such a desperate situation, is it really possible for them to rescue Mr. Stark?

Peter, who was only 16 years old, felt deep pressure at the moment. He was the only person who knew the news of the execution, and he was entrusted by Rogers to contact other lost members.

The dual pressure of spirit and body made this young child feel exhausted very quickly, his eyes seemed to be hung with heavy locks, his head was groggy, and sleepiness swept his whole body.

The moon and stars are sparse, and the night is dark.

When Peter opened his eyes again, he found through the window of the room that it was already late at night outside, and he could vaguely hear the hurried footsteps of patrolling death in the distance.

"Oops, why did I fall asleep!"

Suddenly, Peter jumped up from the ground, rubbing his cheeks vigorously, regretting for a while, he actually wasted precious time in this situation!

"Are you awake?"

Suddenly, a cold and gentle voice sounded from the darkness ahead.

someone! ! !

Peter's hair stood on end in an instant, his relaxed nerves tensed up suddenly, and the cold air rushed up his spine until it reached the top of the sky.

clatter...

clatter...

clatter......

There was a clear sound of footsteps, and Peter was getting closer and closer. Through the thin moonlight cast from the window, he saw a delicate girl in a deadly costume slowly walking out of the darkness.

On the right arm of the girl's deadly costume, there is a palm-sized wooden armband with flowers in the shape of bells drawn on it.

He knew that kind of plant, which is the team logo of the fifth team - Ma Zuimu, and the meaning of the flower language is: sacrifice, danger, and pure love.

Thanks to Captain Rogers, he was forced to memorize the thirteen teams, all the team logos and their flower meanings, otherwise he would not know which team the opponent belonged to when he ran into this god of death now.

"Hahahaha, I was discovered!"

Peter forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, pretended to be indifferent, touched his head and said with a sneer, "I'm from the Eighth Division. I wanted to take a rest here, but I didn't expect to be discovered by you. I'm sorry, vice captain."

The wooden armband was the unique symbol of the vice-captain, so Peter quickly judged from it that the opponent was the vice-captain of the fifth team.

But he is still wearing a deadly costume and has a Zanpakuto at his waist, so Peter confidently believes that as long as he pretends to be a little bit, he will not be discovered.

"You...are you out of your mind?"

Chen Qingcheng was a little speechless, and directly pointed out his identity: "You should be one of those travelers, where are the others?"

Although her eyes seem to be unable to see things, in fact, their perception is far superior to that of ordinary people. She can almost simulate the appearance of the other party and present them in her mind. Even the colors are perfectly simulated, which is no different from the eyes of normal people. .

"Uh......"

Peter's heart skipped a beat, but he still pretended to be calm and forced a smile: "You...are you mistaken? I'm the God of Death of Team Eight."

"First......"

Chen Qingcheng raised a finger, and said coldly: "Although the world of corpses and souls is very big, no one likes to dress up as a man, let alone pretending to be a childish underage girl."

Peter's face froze, and he argued unwillingly: "Vice Captain, you don't know anything now. The world is full of wonders. I have been a pervert since I was a child, and I am used to dressing up as a woman."

In order not to be exposed, he also worked hard.

"second......"

Chen Qingcheng said calmly: "As a qualified god of death, he would never hold a knife backwards, let alone point the tip of the knife at the enemy with the handle behind his back."

There was a sudden shock in Peter's heart, and he subconsciously looked down at his waist, only to find that the direction of his Zanpakutō was not in the opposite direction as she said.

"scoff~"

Chen Qingcheng laughed lightly.

Oops, fooled!

Peter showed a wry smile. He didn't expect that he would be deceived by this girl, and he took the initiative to show his feet in a few words.

"Then this Mr. Pervert..."

Chen Qingcheng smiled slightly, pressed his right hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, and said slowly: "Since I have seen through the disguise, are you going to give up resisting and surrender, or are you going to fight me?"

"..."

The corners of Peter's mouth twitched slightly. Now that he was known as a pervert, he should be able to sit still, and he admitted it himself.