Chapter 47: Steal a floating half-day leisure 4

Early the next morning.
A hotel in Kuza-cho.
Fang Lang was eating breakfast, talking on the phone with a few wives on the earth, and at the same time looking at "Junior JUMP", with one heart and three uses without any confusion.
"When will the husband come back?" Snake Ji said with a bit of bitterness.
"Uh...in a few months, I will be back as soon as possible." Fang Lang replied ambiguously. In fact, he has no control over this matter. If possible, it would be better for Snake Ji and the others to learn the power of the of death. .
In this way, the life span will be greatly extended.
After finishing the morning call, Fang Lang walked into the bathroom to wash, then walked to the window and looked at the modern city.
In this city, there are many people hidden.
Urahara store, Kurosaki family, masked army, the last quintessence, the disappeared agent of the of death, Bawent... and Xu.
"Still thinking about how to find the garrison of death here. I didn't feel any special spiritual pressure last night."
Fang Lang threw "Youth JUMP" aside and took out his mobile phone. This is not the one equipped with the piercing palace, but the one sent by the corpse soul world to the of death. It is made by the Technology Development Bureau and collects investigation, contact, and communication. Multifunctional mobile phone used.
When the detection function is turned on, a radar pattern appears on the phone interface, scanning the entire Kuzacho.
"There is a lot of vacancy early in the morning, eh?" Suddenly, Fang Lang saw that there was one less red dot on the radar, even if he frowned, "I still want to take a long time, but it seems that he won't give it to me. Opportunity."
While muttering, he went out.
When he came to the spot marked by the radar, he didn't see a figure.
This is a suburban area. Judging from the remaining spiritual pressure in the air, it was indeed annihilated before.
"The person is gone?" Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, seeing the domineering radiance coming out, and instantly enveloped within a radius of two kilometers.
After a while, I saw such a scene.
A gracious old man is teaching a child hand in hand, the power of the Quincy.
"Ishida Yulong?" Fang Lang was startled, "Then this old man is Ishida Zongxian, it is really easy to meet him so easily, it is simply destined."
While talking, Fang Lang took out a red glove and pressed it against his chest. Suddenly, the spirit body of the of death separated from the flesh.
Putting his body back into the virtual space of the phone, Fang Lang quickly walked towards the stream.
By the side of the stream, Ishida Zongxian kindly watched Ishida Yulong's practice. The survivors of the Quincy in this life are extremely rare, and they are almost annihilated.
He didn't know when he started, and he was called the last Quincy. In order not to cut off the blood of the Quincy, he would convey this power.
Touching the Mie Que cross on his chest, Ishida Zongxian was about to say something to his grandson, when suddenly, a teasing voice came from behind him.
"It's really bold to practice in this kind of place, don't you know it will lead to futility?"
"Who?" Ishida Zongxian was slightly startled, and she didn't notice when she was approached. When she turned to look around, she saw a man in a death-tyrant costume walking slowly, "Reaper..."
And Ishida Yulong, who was practicing the exterminating crossbow, also stopped and looked at the uninvited guest.
"You are Ishida Zongxian, the last Quincy, right?" Fang Lang said indifferently, he had to make sure that the other party was pure, but he didn't want to play oolong.
"Yes, what's the matter with the of death looking for the old man?" Ishida Zongxian did not show much hostility, but was somewhat wary.
"You are of a pure Quincy descent, you should be able to use the power of Quincy End Eucharist." Fang Lang doesn't know much about End Eucharist, he only knows that this is the ultimate form of Quincy.
Ishida Zongxian did not answer, he couldn't figure out what Fang Lang meant.
Seeing him like this, Fang Lang was sure. Not surprisingly, the old man in front of him was an authentic pure Quincy.
Slowly withdrawing the enchantress, Fang Lang said with a sneer: "I'm sorry, can you give me your power?"
"What do you want to do?" Ishida Zongxian frowned and stared at Fang Lang. This of death had never seen him before. He was not a of death stationed in this world, and he was a of death at the rank of deputy captain, looking at the opponent's epaulettes.
"What? I just killed you. I don't have the slightest pity for you, a holy father." Fang Lang said indifferently: "Dance, Yaoji."
Suddenly, Zhanpokudao's spiritual pressure exploded, and the blood-red spiritual pressure rose to the sky, and dissipated after a while.
In Fang Lang's hand, a pistol with a red pattern on a black background had appeared, and the muzzle was aimed at Ishida Zongxian.
"Virtual flash."
The huge spirit child condensed in the muzzle, and suddenly turned into a burst of light at the speed of light, and the target he was shooting at, also enveloped Ishida Yulong.
"It turned out to be a virtual flash!?" Ishida Zongxuan's complexion changed drastically, and a faint spiritual pressure suddenly appeared all over his body. With a movement of his body, he hugged the dumbfounded Shunzi in his arms and resisted this with his back. one strike.
boom!
Under the loud noise, a figure flew out in the thick smoke.
Ishida Yulong was unscathed, but his expression was frightened and his body trembled/trembling. In order to protect him, his grandfather became covered in blood and his back was blood red.
"Awesome, this static blood suit is activated so fast, such a short-range virtual flash, even less than a tenth of a second, can protect grandson and activate the static blood suit."
Fang Lang praised that this old man should be stronger than Kurosaki Masaki, but this person is a holy father.
"Cough cough..." Ishida Zongxian knelt on the ground, dripping blood from his back, and the Yulong on the side burst into tears, "Yulong, you run quickly and run a little farther."
Hearing this, Ishida Yulong looked at his grandfather blankly, and above that face was still kind.
"grandfather!"
"Don't stop, turn around and run!"
With a loud shout, Ishida Yulong reacted and quickly fled towards the distance. In his mind, Fang Lang's appearance was deeply imprinted in his mind and could not be erased.
"It doesn't matter if you don't run, and I won't hurt him." Fang Lang's expression was flat, and the muzzle of his raised muzzle began to condense the speed of red spirit light again.
At this moment, the communicator by the collar rang.
"Wait, Deputy Captain Fang Lang, this person is handed over to our 12th Division."
"You are... Nie Yuli." Fang Lang narrowed his eyes. ..
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