Just as the Twelfth Division launched an investigation into the large-scale abnormal disappearance of souls in the Soul Society, an unexpected conflict occurred.
Aoko Aozaki was sitting in the Fifth Division barracks handling division paperwork when an unusually distinct burst of spiritual pressure entered her range of perception. Startled, Aoko hung the brush in her hand on the brush rack, rose from her seat, walked to the window, and carefully sensed the changes in that spiritual pressure.
Judging from the direction, it should be— In fact, he had won his bet. A television drama piled high with advertisements had attracted many viewers with some interesting plotlines. It was hard not to watch, because it was broadcast on both television stations and video websites. The drama had its highlights; otherwise, the stations would not have spent money importing it. No one in the world was that foolish.
Then he thought about it again. This did not seem to be a bad thing. Yun Rongbin turned and glanced at the back of Chu Mochen's head, thinking so.
Because Wu Boxiong was too large, Wu Bojun pushed him into the front passenger seat. She herself sat in the back with her parents.
This Prince's Manor of Splendid Mountains and Rivers was far more profound than the noble households, and even more deeply rooted than the former Prince Shou's Manor. Prince Shou was merely one of His Majesty's sons.
"I still can't really tell, but I always feel like it probably isn't meant to be eaten directly!" Alice was not entirely sure either.
With a sigh, Fang Yan thought, Fine, black it is. Although driving a black car at his age was a little too old-fashioned, it did not matter. It was only a means of transportation, after all.
Since there were quite a