"Hingzi, your thoughts are jumping far enough!" Mu Lin went up and slapped Mako Hirako on the back of the head.

Mako Hirako was stunned, and Mu Lin continued to speak, "What I need is not all of you."

"All I need is to let you put a restraint for me!"

"I'll take care of other minions, Longtang Temple Yan Long."

"So you have to figure out one thing!"

"I didn't let you die!!!" Mu Lin said louder and louder, just the tone of the elder brother scolding him.

Everyone in the Mask Legion was confused, what's going on???

Mu Lin actually doesn't have to let the Mask Legion flow into this muddy water. He can completely let Yamamoto Kinriki Yamamoto send several captains of the Thirteenth Team of Guyan.

But why didn't he do this?

It's very simple, but Mu Lin can't guess the development of the subsequent plot.

He was also unable to be sure whether the group of people, Mako Hirako, would return to the Soul Realm at a certain period of time.

So in order to avoid the tragedy that they could not return to the Soul Realm in this world, Mu Lin arranged this way.

What a pity! People's hearts are separated from their belly, and kindness is regarded as donkey's liver and lungs.

Why didn’t he realize that Mako Hirako was such a person in the world of Death?

"Then why do you want to help us?" Mako Hirako looked confused.

Mu Lin shook his head and threw the parchment roll to Mako Hirako: "If you believe me, just do it with me! If you don't believe me, you can leave."

This time I was really intrigued.

Mulin slowly walked into the inner room and prepared to find Kisuke Urahara.

He also wanted to hand over Akatsuki to Urahara Kisuke. If you want to count who is more reliable in those present, then the only ones that can be thought of now are Urahara Kisuke.

After Mu Lin left, everyone in the Mask Legion looked at me and I looked at you, all of whom looked at you.

"Do you think there will be fraud here?"

"Is there a fraud? It's impossible! He's all so clear."

"I think it's still not credible..."

“…”

After a quiet discussion, Mako Hirako was holding a sheepskin roll in her hand.

A hint of ruthlessness appeared on his face.

"I want to try it, who would like to go with me?" Mako Hirako smiled hard.

Although it was the first time that all of them met Mu Lin, it depends on his performance just now.

Mako Hirako thinks she can still take a gamble!

"Then I'll go too!" Aoda Boxuan scratched his head and said silly.

Liuche Quanxi, pinched the Zanpakura in his hand and said loudly: "I'll go too!"

Jiu Nanbai shook his head: "If this idiot Quanxi has gone, then I will go too!"

Next, the rest of the Mask Legion were scrambling to go.

Hirako Mako was quarreled one by one and two big ones.

More than ten minutes later, Mu Lin came out of the basement alone, and everyone became quiet in an instant.

Mako Hirako came over: "We accept your mission, but you want to..."

Mu Lin waved his hand: "Whether you accept it or not, that's your business."

"As long as you know, after things are done, there will be such a reward. If there are more or less, there will be no less."

"At most, you can only restore your normal identity in the Soul Realm. It is impossible to be any captain or deputy captain."

Mako Hirako thought seriously, there was no problem, and immediately bent down to ninety degrees: "Thank you, Mr. Mulin!"

Everyone in the Mask Legion bent down and said loudly.

Mulin looked at Liuche Quanxi intently, and saw that there was nothing unusual in his eyes, and his heart was a little relaxed.

"You guys stay here at Urahara now and help me watch out for that girl."

The Mask Legion nodded, and after no objection, Mulin stepped out of Urahara store.

The night is dark, the bright crescent moon hangs in the air, a night wind blows, and insects and frogs are screaming incessantly.

Mu Lin stepped out of Urahara shop and then stepped into the Soul Realm.

After coming to the Soul Realm of Corpse, Mu Lin carefully identified the direction and turned around to sweep towards the outskirts of Area 80.

He was tightly holding the burlap bag in his hand, and his eyes showed eagerness.

He has been wasting half a day since he left Yamamoto Kenriya Yukiki.

In other words, Mu Lin only has two and a half days left at this time, and he has to complete all the skills training within two and a half days.

Reclaim your own strength.

Mu Lin once recalled the original "no one's memories" in his mind several times, knowing clearly.

When Kurosaki Ichigo's first fight with Gai, his strength was easily cut off one palm when Kurosaki Ichigo was just the first to solve it.

However, during the second encounter, Ichigo Kurosaki clearly felt a little powerless, but the one who had the upper hand became Kayi.

Judging from the surge in strength between the two battles with Gai and Iran.

Next time Yi meets Yan Long, Longtang Temple, and his strength is likely to increase by 2 to 3 times.

Now Mu Lin's strength can only maintain an unbeaten situation under their siege.

It is absolutely impossible to wipe out them completely.

Therefore, Mu Lin is now in an urgent need to improve his own strength.

Under the night, a white death domineering suit rushes in the air and flies around Linlin. After ten minutes of speed, Mulin finally arrived at the place where he practiced skills in the world of Death.

"Two days! All your strength must be recycled!" Mu Lin looked determined and had to be recycled no matter what, he would not eat or sleep!

The body of the God-turned was blown by Mu Lin from the burlap bag, and a drop of bright blood dripped on it.

Mu Lin placed the Mingyan Sword on it.

A very charming red light emanated from the "Transformed Divine Body" and rushed straight into the sky.

After ten seconds, the red light fell back, covering nearly ten miles of grass around it.

Mu Lin looked around and said, "This grassland is probably going to turn into a wasteland again."

"Mulin! It's not an idea for you to look around like this." A big man with powerful blue and white flames burning all over his body spoke faintly.

A low and thick voice came into Mu Lin's ears. Mu Lin's mouth gently raised and he pulled up the Zanpakura that appeared on the ground.

The sound of "clang" of iron tools colliding with each other sounded, and an invisible wave of aura emanated from the Zanpakus of the two.

Swept through the grass.

"Not bad!" The man said with appreciation.

"If it were before, you wouldn't have such a fighting consciousness."

"It seems that I have really trained a pervert."

Mu Lin laughed and scolded: "Get out! You really can gild yourself on your face. Who am I? You don't even think about it."
Chapter completed!