Compared with Diji, even the master and Jiu xinnai, who are very confident in their appearance, still feel a little ashamed of themselves.


    Zhang Han was not confused by the image of Diji. In fact, they have seen it several times in the spiritual world since it was conceived.


    At the first meeting, Zhang Han was also amazed, but later he saw more, that''s all!


    "Yo! The system has been upgraded..."


    Seeing Diji, Bai immediately reacted. This should be the asshole''s understanding state of Xiaoji.


    Zhang Han ignored Bai''s ridicule, looked at Diji and asked in a deep voice, "tell me, why is Bai separated, but I don''t know at all?"


    This night, Zhang Han was almost violently stimulated by Bai, and he didn''t have a good face for Diji. Especially when he found himself in the dark, his face was even worse.


    When Diji heard the speech, she couldn''t help laughing, "more than 50 years have passed since I took shape. Do you think I''ll know? Or don''t report it?"


    "White is also a part of you. How can you not know?"


    Zhang Han looked straight at Diji with an expression of ''you''re teasing me''.


    "Well, what if you know? How much difference can it be between telling you the white calculation and discovering the truth now?"


    It has been several decades. Even if Zhang Han learned the truth from Diji, it was just a few months earlier than now. It really makes no difference.


    "I asked Bai, why didn''t he tell me?"


    Zhang Han, with a black face, stared at Diji angrily, vaguely feeling that the other party seemed to deliberately ignore the core of the problem and play Tai Chi with himself.


    Diji heard the speech and said, "in white words, this is just an attempt to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. It''s no big deal!"


    What bullshit logic is this?


    "My daughter is dying, but you told me it''s no big deal. Which side are you on?"


    Zhang Han widened his eyes and looked incredible. He didn''t expect that Diji would treat this matter so perfunctorily.


    "She''s your daughter, but so what?"


    Facing Zhang Han''s angry glare, Diji didn''t hide or flash, and her tone was still so calm, "the emptiness in her body or my separation! Did I stop him when you were ready to kill him?"


    Zhang Han stood frozen in place, stunned and speechless.


    Yeah! Xiaoshou is his own daughter. Yes, he is only his own daughter. What does it have to do with Diji? In terms of intimacy, Bai''s separation is closer to her


    "But can''t they coexist peacefully? Just like you and me! My requirements are not high. I just need him to give up his intention to seize physical control and concentrate on helping his little hands."


    Zhang Han frowned and slowed his tone.


    "It''s not impossible for Bai to assist Xiaoshou. As long as Xiaoshou shows enough strength and potential, I don''t think Bai will entangle too deeply in this kind of thing." Diji said of course, "but if the master is too waste, there''s no way!"


    "You should know that as your soul chopping knife, I only care about you! Even if your daughter inherits your blood, it has nothing to do with me."


    At this point, Zhang Han completely understood that Diji and her own position were completely different on the issue of small hands and white. From the beginning to the end, she didn''t care about the life and death of her little hand, even if she was her own daughter!


    After a long silence, Zhang Han seemed to think of something. His tightly wrinkled eyebrows suddenly stretched out and said, "so, if I want to erase the white without hurting my little hands, what good way do you have?"


    Didn''t you just say that you don''t care about others and are only responsible for me?


    Since the master is worried, should he give an idea?


    Diji didn''t seem to notice Zhang hanlue''s sarcastic tone and said with a smile, "have you forgotten my ability? As long as you don''t care whether there is emptiness or not, you can directly start mourning the death!"


    "Mourning death? Isn''t that thing used to cut cultivation? Why..."


    At this point, Zhang Han suddenly understood.


    Nowadays, the souls of white and small hands are connected through the chain of cause and effect, which is almost equivalent to the state of living and dying together. The reason why Bai has such great self-confidence is that the spiritual pressure is higher than the small hand and the soul intensity is greater.


    If you start to hurt the dead, cut off the cultivation, and lose the support of spiritual pressure, the strength of white soul will inevitably plummet like a cliff. At that time, how to cook him is not entirely up to your own will?


    But in this case, it''s still an old problem. Even if you erase the white, you won''t have the ability to virtualize any more.


    As for the fact that Zhang Han will lose his accomplishments after he starts to hurt and die... Since Zhang Han can cut his accomplishments, he naturally has the ability to restore her strength.


    The problem turned around and returned to the problem of how to have both fish and bear''s paw again, and on the premise that white fish will not die and the net will be broken.


    "Is there no other way?" Zhang hanlue looked at Diji with hope, "not only retain the virtual ability, but also let the small hand dominate the control of the body."


    "What a greedy man!"


    Diji bent her mouth, chuckled and said, "there''s no way, just a little trouble."


    "Oh? Tell me!"


    Zhang Han was delighted. He didn''t expect to ask casually. He really asked the right person!


    "Do you forget how the masked army held back the emptiness?" Diji reminded.


    Zhang Han shook his head, "no! The situation of small hands is much more complicated than that group of masked soldiers. We can''t mix them together to discuss."


    A hundred years ago, when Pingzi and Zhenzi became virtual, the weakest strength was the vice captain. If Xiaoshou had the strength of vice captain level, how could Zhang Han be so worried?


    "No matter how complicated it is, how can Kurosaki be serious? As a pure blood annihilator, his soul is eroded by emptiness, and he can''t restrain his soul from committing suicide. Isn''t he still rescued by hisuke Puyuan?"


    Emperor Ji stretched out her slender jade finger, pointed it on Zhang Han''s chest, and then said, "for Xu, the real nemesis is not the God of death, but the soul of the destroyer. As long as you find a way to collect the souls of the God of death and the destroyer, and then urge them with the power of breaking jade."


    "Just like Shinzo Kurosaki in those years, human beings and death, emptiness and annihilation division, these four diametrically opposed existence, will check and balance each other, and finally form a perfect balance. If they succeed, the potential of small hands will not be lower than Ichigo Kurosaki!"


    Although Diji was only in a phantom state, and her body could not feel the strength of the other party''s point on her chest, Zhang Han still felt her heart beat faster and was tempted by the scene depicted in the other party''s words.


    This meow is equivalent to rebuilding a Kurosaki Ichigo!