‘Teacher Maozhihua, do you want to listen to what you are talking about?’

‘How could I be similar to Aizen Aizen? I am a good person!’

Makoto Chishou was the first to send him more than a dozen good person cards in a row, with a purebred good person smile on his face, and said embarrassedly.

"Teacher, how could I be as good as Vice Captain Aizen? Even if you want me to build my self-confidence, it would be too exaggerated."

Uono Hanaki's beautiful eyes stared at Chiju Makoto, quite affirming his judgment and said, "No, it is indeed a bit similar, but there is a little obvious difference between you and Vice Captain Aizen."

Qianshou asked unexpectedly. "What is it?"

Mao Zhihua Lie opened his lips slightly and said, "Loneliness sometimes seems to be out of place with the world..."

Makoto Chishou... was a little stunned.

Lonely?!

Makoto Chishou, who was poked into something inside, almost even his smile seemed a little bit reluctant, and a strong sense of loneliness suddenly emanated.

A little pity flashed in Maozhi Hualie's eyes, but he did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he stood up and left the courtyard to participate in the January captain's meeting.

For individuals, loneliness is the most inescapable curse!

Arriving in the world alone will eventually leave the world alone...

Between these two loneliness, everyone is a lonely soul wandering in confusion.

Especially for the long-lived God of Death, that loneliness will be extended countless times by time, and it requires a lot of "different or the same" to fill or soothe that loneliness.

Once upon a time, Kaori Mao chose to fight against that loneliness, killing, feeling his true self in the endless killing, and completely obsessed with that killing to replace loneliness.

Now, in Kazuyaki's opinion, Makoto Chishou has not really found a way to integrate into this world and soothe loneliness...

Although the loneliness revealed by Makoto Chishou sometimes seems too strong, as a teacher's gentleness, Kaori Mao did not disturb Makoto Chishou.

After Kazuyao left for a moment, Chishou Makoto breathed a little relieved and slowly adjusted his condition back.

So lonely...

Unexpectedly, Teacher Maozhihua's observation skills were so detailed, or did she say that she was unintentionally revealed?

Qianshoucheng thought silently, unconsciously pursing his lips.

However, Makoto Chishou also understands where his loneliness comes from, that is, the loneliness of "same kind" without the same kind, in the true sense.

The memories retained in the previous life made Chishou Makoto understand that he was an alien in this world in a sense.

However, in fact, Makoto Chia didn't care too much about this kind of thing. Time... would soothe everything. Sentimentality is not Makoto Chia's character.

On the contrary, Makoto Chishou's mouth slighted, and he had more expectations for the future in the gynecology department.

As an authoritative, Maozhihualie praised her, and she would gradually find patients to come to see her. In other words... after being silent for more than two months, she finally found another opportunity to start "sowing".

As for how to get some bleeding wounds from the patient, Makoto Chishou also had plans in his mind, that is... acupuncture.

Of course, Chishou Makoto means acupuncture, whether you are sick or not... I will give you a free injection.

When he thought that his "Forest Seed" would soon be able to take root and sprout in Jingling Garden, Qianshou Makoto was in a good mood and his inner loneliness immediately dissipated a lot.

‘Sure enough, I have been lonely and depressed over the past few months. Maybe it’s related to the inability to sow seeds. The accumulation of spiritual power cannot be improved for a long time…’

‘Put a needle and sow the seeds, where is there any loneliness to talk about?’

‘No emotions except happiness.’

Makoto Chishou murmured, after quickly solving the breakfast problem, he hurried towards the gynecology department, preparing to start a brand new day.

...

On the other hand, as the captain meeting day of Jingling Court on January, the captains of the entire Jingling Court and the deputy captain gathered towards the team early.

As the first team slowly closed the door, it also means that the authoritativeness of the Jingling Court is second only to the 46th Central Office, and the meeting that will often affect the direction of the entire corpse soul world is about to begin.

In the spacious and majestic conference room, the captain-level gods of death dressed in different captains, Yuori stood in two rows, and completely different team numbers were written on the captain-in-chief behind them.

A total of twelve different figures stood in this conference room, and almost every figure vaguely exuded the terrifying spiritual pressure that ordinary god of death could not bear.

Finally, the beginning of the meeting was announced as the conference room represented the ancient conference bell ringing.

Standing on the right side of the head of the upper one, there was a hideous cross-shaped scar on the right side of the head, a silver-white beard with a purple belt tied on his chest, and the pure white captain Yuori simply draped on his body was written with the word "one". The old man Chu Mu, who showed his majesty, opened his slightly narrowed eyes and glanced at the eleven captains in front of him.

Except for the position of the captain of the Tenth Team, the other captains were still vacant, and they slowly spoke after they had arrived.

"Captains, the meeting has officially begun..."

In the adjutant waiting room near the captain's conference room, as the terrifying spirits faintly passed from the conference room next door were flattened, a large number of deputy captains who followed the captain to attend the meeting gradually relaxed.

"It's really terrible. I can only say that I am worthy of being the captains. The spiritual pressure that was leaked inadvertently made me feel awe."

Jiu Nanbai, the deputy captain of the Ninth Team with short green wavy hair and red scarf, looked quite lively, patted his chest, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and murmured.

Qian Tie (female), the deputy captain of the Third Team, who was burly and tall, showed some extreme style, nodded and said in awe.

"That's of course. That's the leader of the corps, who is not at the same level as the ordinary god of death. Even if we want to attend the meeting, we can't keep standing in front of the leader's door."

However, as an adjutant, Cao Lu Baqianliu, who participated in the meeting for the first time, couldn't help but smash his mouth and shouted, "Oh, that's it... it's just so boring. How long should I stay here?"

Jiro, the deputy captain of the Yifen team with a conspicuous back combed short white hair and a black beard, said with a stern look.

"Please calm down. The meeting time is determined by the content of the matters required for discussion. As the responsibilities of the adjutant, we only need to wait patiently for the captain's instructions here to provide corresponding assistance."

However, as Minister Jiro subconsciously finished speaking, he looked at the little short-legged pink loli in front of him with his big confused eyes that blinked and his straight expression could not be restrained.


Chapter completed!