Chapter 543
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Steve Rogers, lost.
The deep and terrifying stab wound completely destroyed his tenacious will, and the whole person seemed to have lost his support and fell heavily to the ground.
The blood flowed unstoppably, dyeing the surrounding ground red.
"That's the job done."
Jingle Chunshui slowly walked to the side, bent over to pick up the fallen hat, put it on his head again, looked at Steve, who was fainted, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect the will to be so tenacious, Lord Spirit King's choice. Sure enough."
Although the process of fighting was not long, it was not even thrilling, but Steve's tenacious will and perseverance in the battle from start to finish undoubtedly won his approval.
"Hehe, it's a good seedling."
Jingle Chunshui pressed the round hat, touched his chin full of stubble, and smiled: "When you go back, ask Lord Lingwang to see if you can bring him to the eighth division and share some of the work for me."
Talents like this are naturally to be grasped in advance, not to mention that the thirteen squads are facing the dilemma of withering personnel, so it is even more important to be the strongest.
The fifth team has Chen Qingcheng, who is known as the strongest genius in the millennium. He graduated in less than a year, and the four basics are close to full marks, and he even mastered the beginning.
The eleventh team has Frank, although the progress is not fast, but the advantage is that he has rich experience, and he is at least the captain of the team.
Not to mention the tenth division, which sneakily abducted a large number of students, and the talent pool skyrocketed.
Considering that this situation will become more and more serious in the future, Jingle Chunshui decided to start early to avoid being cut off.
"Well, that's right!"
The more Jingle Chunshui thought about it, the more reasonable it became. He rubbed his chin and said, "Leave that kid who ran away to someone else, but this guy...is mine, hehe!"
Poor Steve was in a coma and had no right to speak, and his future was rashly decided.
Jingle Chunshui carried Steve up, and planned to take him to the Fourth Division to heal his injuries, and then locked him up for a good 'training'.
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"Hu! Hu! Hu!"
Peter, who fled in a hurry along the way, didn't even dare to look back, for fear of delaying Captain Rogers and using his life to delay him.
I don't know how far I ran.
Until he felt exhausted, Peter hid in a room in a panic, leaned against the wall next to him tiredly, panting heavily, and his clothes were wet with sweat.
After all, he was lucky.
On the way to escape, he did not encounter a god of death, and there was no patrol nearby. Otherwise, in his current situation, if he was found, he would have to wait to die.
"Captain he... Reiatsu disappeared!"
Peter's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of horror.
Just now.
The Reiatsu that he sensed belonged to the captain, which was originally blazing and exuberant like a ball of fire, but suddenly disappeared.
Is it...
Is Captain Rogers dead? !
"No! Impossible!"
The moment this thought appeared, Peter felt as if the sky was falling. He covered his mouth tightly with both hands, and controlled himself not to shout. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was extremely pale.
Captain Rogers is so strong, even if he can't beat that Death God, there should be no problem. He must be hiding now.
That's right...it must be!
Peter forcibly comforted himself, curled up in panic and anxiety, and hid in the shadows in 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 sixteen years old, felt a deep pressure at this moment. He was the only one who had heard the news of the execution, and he shouldered the task of contacting other lost members as entrusted by Rogers.
The dual pressure of mind and body made this young child feel exhausted very quickly, his eyes seemed to have heavy locks, his head was groggy, and the sleepiness swept his whole body.
The moon and stars are sparse, and the night is dim.
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.
"Damn, why did I fall asleep!"
Peter suddenly jumped up from the ground, rubbed his cheek vigorously, and felt remorse in his heart. In this situation, he wasted precious time in vain!
"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 slack nerves suddenly tightened, and the cold air surged up his spine until it reached Tianling Gai.
clatter...
clatter...
clatter......
A sound of clear footsteps sounded, getting closer and closer to Peter, and by the thin moonlight cast from the window, he saw a frail girl wearing a death tyrant costume, slowly walking out of the darkness.
On the right arm of the girl's death tyrant outfit, a wooden armband the size of a palm is tied, with flowers in the shape of a bell drawn on it.
He knew that kind of plant, it was the team logo of the fifth division - horse drunk wood, and the meaning of flower language is: sacrifice, danger, pure love.
Thanks to Captain Rogers before, he was forced to memorize the thirteen divisions, all the team logos and their flower language meanings, otherwise, if he ran into this death god now, he would not know which division the other party belonged to.
"Ha...haha, I was discovered!"
Peter forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, pretending to be indifferent on his face, rubbing his head with a smirk and saying, "I'm from the Eighth Division, I originally wanted to rest here, but I didn't expect you to find out, I'm sorry, vice captain."
The wooden armband is the unique symbol of the vice-captain, so Peter quickly determined that the other party was the vice-captain of the fifth division.
But he was still wearing a death tyrant outfit and had a Zanpakutō around his waist, so Peter confidently believed that as long as he pretended to be a little bit like, he would not be discovered.
"You... have a problem with your brain?"
Chen Qingcheng was a little speechless, and directly broke his identity: "You should be one of the group of misfortunes, where did the others go?"
Although her eyes seem to be unable to see things, she is actually far beyond ordinary people in terms of perception. She can almost simulate the appearance of the other party and present it 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 am the death god of the eighth division."
"First......"
Chen Qingcheng raised a finger and said coldly: "Although the Soul Society is huge, no one likes to pretend to be a woman, let alone pretend to be a childish underage girl."
Peter's face froze, and he reluctantly quibble: "Deputy captain, you don't know anything about it. The world is full of wonders. I've been a pervert since I was a child, and I'm used to pretending to be a woman."
In order not to be exposed, he also fought hard.
"second......"
Chen Qingcheng said lightly: "As a qualified god of death, I would never use a knife upside down, let alone the absurdity of using the tip of the knife to aim at the enemy with the hilt behind."
Peter's heart was suddenly shocked, and he looked down at his waist subconsciously, but found that the direction of his Zanpakutō was not the opposite as she said.
"scoff"
Chen Qingcheng chuckled lightly.
Oops, fooled!
Peter showed a wry smile, but he didn't expect that he was actually deceived by this girl, and he took the initiative to reveal the truth in a few words.
"Then this perverted gentleman..."
Chen Qingcheng smiled slightly, put his right hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist, and said slowly: "Since the disguise has been seen through by me, 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 his perverted name should be considered a firm seat, and he himself admitted it.
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