Vol 12 Chapter 9: Boss!

At this moment, Kurosaki Ichigo, who was once again unlucky enough to be flung out, ran up to Murin, hugged his thigh tightly, and shouted.
"Boss! Take me as a little brother!"
It was the next morning in a blink of an eye.
Mulin was lying on the bed of Kurosaki Ichigo, and he himself chose to lay the ground floor, saying what it was that "being a younger brother must respect his eldest brother."
Just when the two were still asleep.
There was a shout from downstairs:
"Ichigo, it's time to get up and study!"
Before the shout was dissipated, I heard the sound of stepping on the stairs. A middle-aged man suddenly opened the door of the room. After walking in, he didn't say anything, and caught Kurosaki Ichigo. The ears pulled him up.
"Let go! You die old man, wouldn't you be gentler!"
Kurosaki Ichigo screamed for pain, threw away the big hand that was holding his ear, stepped back to the window, and shouted.
"You can be gentle with your sisters, but you don't need to be gentle with you!"
Kurosaki Yixin spoke without stopping, and he slapped a punch directly at Kurosaki Ichigo's chest.
"Where is the law of heaven! They were all born to the same parents, so why is the salary gap so big! I'm fighting with you!"
Kurosaki Ichigo dodged his fist and roared in disgust.
As the duang sound continued to sound, Kurosaki Ichigo's room became a battlefield for the two of them.
And Mulin was also awakened by the noise, rubbed his eyes and watched them fight for a while, then put on his clothes and walked out.
He didn't want to get involved in the battle between the father and son.
"Good morning, Yuzi!"
Mullin walked down the stairs, saw Kurosaki Natsuri making breakfast, and said hello with a gentle smile.
Xia Li also smiled and replied: "Morning, since we get up, let's have breakfast first. Brother and Dad will probably have to fight for a long time, so we won't wait for them."
Of course, no one would notice such a big disturbance last night, and Mulin also took the opportunity to find a reason, and said that he was a classmate of Ichigo. Because the turmoil broke the house, he had to borrow to live in temporarily.
In this way, Mullin and the two little loli had a breakfast in the restaurant.
Ten minutes later, the father and son also went downstairs, each took a piece of bread and finished eating, Kurosaki Ichigo went to school with his two younger sisters.
Only Kurosaki Yixin and Murin were left in the house.
Mulin didn't practice, but sat in the living room sipping tea.
Last night, he and Kurosaki Isshin just had a face-to-face, and didn't talk in depth. From the memory of his previous life, he also knew that Kurosaki Isshin, who appeared to be just a doctor, was actually called Shiba Isshin. He was originally from the 13th team. Captain Jufan, now in a state of retirement.
His performance last night must have been clearly seen by him, and Mulin knew he had come back to talk to him.
Sure enough, when the clock reached ten ten ten, Kurosaki, who was wearing a death tyrant and holding a Zanpaku sword in his hand, walked over.
"This Mr. Mullin."
The two sides just sat in silence with each other for a while, and finally, Kurosaki couldn't bear to speak first.
"I thank you for what you did last night. If it weren't for you, Ichigo would probably not be able to come back alive."
Mulin smiled indifferently, and replied: "Mr. Yixin doesn't have to be so polite. As my little brother, Ichigo, I will protect him naturally."
"That is really rude. But Mr. Mullin, even so, but I still have something to say to you. Although you may not want to mention these words."
Kurosaki bowed his head directly and said apologetically. He was very guilty.
The other party obviously saved his son, but today I have to ask the other party to say something that may not be so willing.
"Captain Zhiba Yishin doesn't need to be like this, you are also your duty."
Mulin said indifferently, the Mingyan Blade Zanpei that belonged to him also appeared in his hand.
"You! How do you know about me?"
Kurosaki raised his head with all his heart, and looked at Mulin in astonishment.
There are only a few captains and high-level people who know his identity even in the corpse soul world. The person in front of him does not know him at all. How did he know his identity?
Could it be that the Soul World has appointed a new captain? But why didn't I get the news?
"Needless to say it's you, even in the entire Three Realms, I know everything."
Mulin said flatly, as if to explain something that couldn't be more usual.
"Impossible! How could anyone know everything about the entire Three Realms?"
That Kurosaki looked unbelievable, not to mention him, even the captain of the first team, Motoyanagi Yamamoto, could not know everything!
"I've said the truth, believe it or not, it's up to you to judge."
Mullin smiled.
"Then leave this alone. Can you tell me where you come from? I haven't heard about when there will be such a powerful death like you in the Soul World."
Kurosaki said earnestly, this is the thing that puzzles him most.
"I said I came from another world, would you even believe it?"
Mullin seemed to sneer and leaned back on the sofa lazily.
"another world?"
Kurosaki looked at Mulin with doubts, but suddenly nodded.
"Can you tell me the reason you came to this world?"
"Damn, did you believe it? It's actually nothing, just look at the scenery everywhere and feel the feeling of each world."
Mulin glanced at Kurosaki in surprise. He really didn't expect this honest-looking old man to be so deceptive.
"Looking at the scenery..." Kurosaki's black line on his face is so perfunctory!
But he was also able to rest assured, after all, he confirmed that Mulin would have no problem staying at home.
He could feel from Mulin's tone that Mulin was definitely not a villain, nor was he an ordinary person.
After the two had finished talking, Kurosaki left straight away and did not come back for the whole day.
No need to guess, Mulin knew that this little old man must have been from the Soul World and the 13th Division to report the situation.
Mulin was also completely clean, turned over and climbed onto the roof, sitting cross-legged with both hands, and began to absorb the power and spiritual power in the world.
What made Mulin most delighted was that in the world of the of death, because no one had ever cultivated the energy of these two attributes, under Mulin's whole-hearted practice, the growth of the spiritual power seeded by leaps and bounds. . ,,.