A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Chapter 425 Frank the Forgotten in the Corner

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Yinmeng, who was feasting, was stunned when he heard the voice, and looked up at the door facing the living room.

"Who?"

Yinmeng couldn't stop stuffing meat into his mouth, his cheeks on both sides were bulging, he looked like a greedy little hamster, and said vaguely: "It's closed today, come back tomorrow, don't bother us! "

"come in."

Lord raised his eyebrows up, and his eyes signaled for Yinmeng to continue eating. He already knew who it was.

As the door was pushed open, a burly and sturdy man walked in, wearing a black jacket, with a white skull printed on his chest T-shirt, and a familiar old face covered with stubble, he was the Punisher Frank Castle!

"Meet you again, Lord!!!"

As soon as I met Frank, I showed great resentment, and said through gritted teeth, "Do you know how I've spent this time? I've been wiping your ass day and night!"

"No...why are you wiping my ass?" Facing those resentful eyes, Lord suddenly felt a little puzzled, why didn't he remember that there was something about asking Frank to help wipe his ass .

"...Fack!"

The muscles in the corners of Frank's eyes twitched, and he knew what was going on when he saw Lord's expression. He immediately cursed angrily, "You damn bastard, did you forget about me!!!"

".....No no."

"Then why are you turning your head away?"

"Uh...it doesn't matter."

"Fuck, I bet God's asshole that you fucking forgot!"

"Ahem...don't swear!"

Lord shifted the subject with a guilty conscience: "Be careful that one day you will be struck by lightning while walking."

"Huff...Huff...Huff..."

I saw Frank's chest rising and falling continuously, and his eyeballs turned red. Obviously, he was very angry with Lord. If he didn't know that he couldn't beat him, he would have shot this guy twice in the head at this moment.

"Calm down, calm down."

Lord wiped the sweat off his brow, looked at Frank with a guilty conscience, and asked in a low voice, "So... why did you wipe my ass?"

"...You really forgot!"

Frank forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, took out a mobile phone from his arms, gritted his teeth, and said: "This is the telegram you gave me, let me be responsible for cleaning up and guiding the soul and emptiness of New York City. !"

"Uh... I remember it, it seems to be the case." Lord's face froze, and he remembered this. At that time, the world of corpses and souls was just established, and there was a shortage of manpower. The quantity is not enough.

So in desperation, Lord asked Frank to be in charge of the soul of the New York area. Considering that the manpower would be richer in the future, he asked Frank to do other things. However, due to various reasons, he was so busy that he completely forgot about it. up!

"Do you know how I spent this time?!"

Frank roared angrily: "I work 23 fucking hours a day, ran from Manhattan to Staten Island, buried hundreds of people, killed dozens of ghosts, you are more blood-sucking than those damn capitalists!"

One thing to say, this is really too much.

Lord couldn't help but sympathize with Frank. Such a high-intensity job can last for several months!

But... this is not normal!

He remembered telling Yinmeng not to make Frank work too hard. If necessary, he could use the Yihun Pill to disguise himself as the god of death and share the heavy tasks in New York for him. How did it become like this?

Lord secretly cast a look at Yinmeng and asked her what was going on.

Unexpectedly, Yinmeng lowered her head guiltily, not daring to look at him and Frank, and acted as if she hadn't seen it, and continued to grab the pork ribs on the plate with her greasy little hands and struggled vigorously.

...obviously forgot!

Brother Mo Ruo, who knows his sister, has already guessed the ins and outs from Yinmeng's performance.

It is estimated that Yinmeng was busy in the Technology Development Bureau and forgot about this incident, but the system for issuing telegrams did not stop, so he could only continue to issue tasks to Frank, and the result was that this tough guy almost Drive me crazy!

Therefore, he is determined to take this pot.

This wave of operating capitalists will call them experts when they see it, and Huang Shiren will bow down when he comes!

Lord couldn't help covering his face and let out a long sigh: "Believe me, this is a misunderstanding. I took a task some time ago, so I didn't know about it. I will send someone to replace you soon after I give the above a response. .”

"You didn't lie to me?"

Frank glared at Lord angrily, and said half-believingly, "Will Soul Society really send someone to take over my duties?"

"Really, absolutely true!"

Lord patted his chest and assured him: "As long as the report is submitted, within twelve hours, there will be a new Death God to take over your job, and then you will be in charge of supervising them!"

"I'll trust you one last time!"

Frank was finally in a better mood. After unloading his burden, he stretched his body and sat down on a stool: "You were not here a few times ago, so I didn't come in. This time I finally ran into you. Hurry up and put away your hidden wine." Take it out and let me satisfy my hunger!"

"Okay, just wait."

How can I say that they have been squeezed out for several months, so a few bottles of wine are not a problem at all. Lord got up and took out a few bottles of tequila, and then handed them to Frank who was beside him.

"horseshoe?"

After seeing the wine label, Frank's eyes lit up instantly: "This is a good wine, I've been craving it for a long time!"

After all, he was not polite, and after taking it, he unscrewed it violently, and blew into his mouth.

ton ton ton...

hiccup~~~

After drinking the whole bottle of tequila in one go, Frank was finally satisfied, and most of the stagnation in his chest dissipated.

"By the way, I almost forgot one more thing."

Frank suddenly remembered that he didn't come here just for this matter, and asked, "I have something to ask you. Recently, my Zanpakutō turns into a human form from time to time. Is there something wrong?"

"Turn into...human form?"

Lord's expression was a little stiff, as if he had thought of a possibility.

"Yes, it's a man."

Frank grabbed another bottle of wine, unscrewed it, took a sip, wiped off the liquid sticking to his beard, and said with some annoyance: "And every time he shows up, he will force me to fight. What's going on?"

"..."

The corners of Lord's eyes twitched slightly: "Are you sure... it is fighting you after it materializes?"

"Sure, what's wrong?"

Frank looked at Lord in surprise, and said in confusion: "Besides, is it difficult to realize the Zanpakutō? Don't be fooled, and tell me what's going on, so that I don't have to worry about it every day." !"

"congratulations......"

Lord was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "This is one of the necessary conditions for all gods of death to learn the swastika!"