The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Time is like fat on the body, it increases inadvertently until it reaches the twelfth lunar month.

It began to snow in several districts in the Soul Realm one after another, and today it was Baishi District's turn.

Thin snowflakes fell on the streets, slowly weaving snow-white scarves, and the tall telephone poles and boxes placed outside were also afraid of the cold and put on snow-white coats.

Through the window, there are almost no pedestrians on the road outside, and everything that should be there is already prepared.

Shiraishi's order is to have a holiday during the Chinese New Year. Apart from the necessary positions, everyone can rest and don't need to worry about food.

A large number of New Year's materials are distributed to each house for free, ensuring that within three days from NO.30 to the first of next year, there is no need to go out to buy anything.

Heating is available throughout the day.

At home, Uzhi Hanalie doesn't even need to wear cotton clothes, but simply wears a light purple silk pajamas, which are as thin as gauze, giving people the feeling of wearing a mosquito net on the body.

For more than two months, her stomach still hasn't moved much, and she is slim. The place where she should be thin will never gain weight, but the place where she was originally fat has become fatter.

The colors also look less childish than they used to.

She didn't like this change, but she felt helpless. She wiped away the mist on the window and looked at the snowy scenery outside, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon."

she murmured.

Ding Dong.

The downstairs doorbell rang, and Unozhihua Lie replied, "Come in."

She turned and walked down.

The door on the ground floor was opened, the cold air and the heating air clashed in the entrance, and the snowflakes that drifted in turned into water stains and fell to the ground.

The black-haired beauty sneaked in first, took off the cloak to keep out the cold, shook the snow outside, and then closed the door, "Hey, Lie, long time no see."

"Konghe, you're here. Baishi has to arrange some basic work, so he will come later."

Unohana explained warmly.

Shiba Kuzuru hung the cloak on the coat rack and stepped forward a few steps, "Let me hear if there are any children kicking their feet."

"There was no movement for more than two months."

"Hey, yeah, but you look like a mother's face, do you have any milk?"

Shiba Kuzuru moved closer to her, rubbed her fair chin with his fingers, and looked curious on my face, "Tell me, promise not to tell anyone else."

"Konghe, if you're so curious, you can have a try with Baishisheng."

Unohana replied with a smile.

"Cut, I'm not interested in such troublesome things."

Shiba Kuzuru withdrew his hand, "It's more interesting to watch other people's childbirth and childcare."

"Is this Shiraishi's house in Soul Realm? It's my first time here, it doesn't look very clean."

Shiba Kuzuru looked around and felt that there was a lot of dust. Didn't anyone clean it usually?

"I told Yinmeng not to clean it, and let everyone work together to clean it on the last day, which is more ritualistic."

"Give me a break, I just want to lie on the couch eating chips and making crap."

Shiba Kuzuru complained.

In the past, Soul World did not have the concept of New Year, but people in Liuhun Street did, but they didn't celebrate it very much.

People without spiritual energy can be full by drinking water, and they can't get any good things. She stays in Liuhun Street day after day, and she only hears about it occasionally.

The concept of the New Year was implanted in her mind, thanks to Aizen's destruction of the old world of souls, human beings and gods of death fell into darkness, and under the anticipation day after day, a year became meaningful.

Everyone hopes for a better new year.

She too, while celebrating the New Year, looks forward to Shiraishi's return.

Recalling that period of time, Shiba Kuzuru showed a trace of nostalgia on his face: "It feels like a dream, Shiraishi is back, we defeated Aizen as we wished, and everything is moving in a better direction."

"That's right." Uzhi Hualie turned over a cup of tea and handed it to her, "The days have become more leisurely, and it would be even better if the Quincy can be peaceful."

"Aren't they always quiet?"

Shiba Kuzuru took the tea with a puzzled expression.

"When their king wakes up, maybe it will be another look."

Uozhihualie could see very clearly that Quincy would never settle down, but everyone was too eager for peace and really didn't want to continue fighting.

Nor can the world afford the consequences of fighting.

Unless it is a last resort, the god of death will not give up the means of peaceful settlement.

After all, the biggest dispute between the Reaper and the Quincy is gone. The rationality of breaking the surface and the ability to use other food do not need the characteristics of devouring human souls, and they can live in peace.

"Yuhabach." Shiba Kukaku still knew the king of the Quincy, "What kind of character is he?"

"A man who thinks he's great."

"That's really bad."

Shiba Kokaku understands the seriousness of the problem. Truly great people do not desire war. Only those who think they are great will prove their greatness by conquering others.

Unohana smiled, and brought out the baked cookies, "Don't talk about those spoilers, eat some cookies."

Ding Dong.

The bell rang outside the door, and Uzhi Huaretsu walked over to open the door again.

"Lie!" The grass-green head bumped into the air, she avoided it, and grabbed the hair by the way, "Nilu, I've said it many times, don't say hello in this way."

"Hi~" Nelliel replied, but she didn't listen, and instead pressed her belly, "Let me hear what's going on with the baby."

"Good morning."

Harribel raised her hand to say hello, her mouth was covered by a high collar, making her look as cold as the snowflakes outside.

This is already her goodwill.

Unohana smiled, touched Nelliel's head with his hand, and said, "Good morning, Tiya, it's cold outside, come in and have a cup of hot tea."

"Nilu, don't stick around, you can't hear anything yet."

"Oh, I'm so envious. I also want to give Baishi a baby to play with."

Nelliel shows her feelings truthfully.

No matter how strong Reaper is, it is impossible to impregnate Pomian, and there is an inseparable racial restriction between the two.

Uzhihualie suggested: "I remember that Shiraishi's swastika has a virtual form, haven't you tried it?"

"I tried it, but it was so violent that even the palace collapsed by accident."

Nelliel said this fact with an innocent smile.

"Cough cough," Zhibo Konghe coughed, and said with a thumping heart, "Is it that violent?"

Nellie Lu nodded repeatedly, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Tiya, she also transferred stone materials from that area to help rebuild, but unfortunately, it is still the spirit of death."

"Don't say such private things casually."

Harribel complained, and tapped her head with her hand.

"It's okay." Nelliel replied with a smile. In her opinion, Shiraishi's friends are her friends.

A few people chatted for a while, and the doorbell rang again.

Nelliel rushed to open the door, "Bee sauce~"

"Nilu." Broken Bee felt very bad in her heart, and was immediately hugged violently, and then dragged inside like a doll.