[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

"'Sorrow, there is nothing greater than death in the heart', the meaning of this sentence is that the saddest thing is to be depressed and unable to extricate oneself, as if the heart has been turned into ashes, and it is no longer indifferent to everything around it."

"If the heart dies, will people die too?"

"No, people will live, but they lose their perception of things, there is no emotional change, just like the walking dead, just alive."

"Eh!? Sure enough, I can't understand!" The little girl with green hair yelled angrily, "Stark, it's all your fault! I suddenly have to listen to Wuyue's ancient texts! I don't like it at all! We still Tell a fairy tale, now! Will you, Moonless?"

The blond girl sitting by the window was flooded by the overflowing sunlight. Her warm yet fuzzy smile contrasted sharply with the gloomy room, making it difficult to tell which side was the real one.

Before he could close the heavy ancient literature in his hands, Stark and the subordinate officer Lilinette wrestled together because they were arguing about which story to hear.

Wu Yue showed a faint smile, shook her head and sighed, and began to think about whether to talk about "Wild Swan" or "Princess Rose".

Amidst the squabbles between the two, the girl in the domineering costume flipped through the collection of fairy tales she had been reading a few days ago, pulled out the bookmark, and read slowly in a gentle and clear voice:

"In order to meet her beloved prince, the little princess found the sea witch, swallowed a kind of medicine, and offered her fish tail and tongue in exchange for the chance to become a human and go to land to find the prince..."

Amber's eyes wandered up and down the words, and the cadence of the voice was never disordered, only the uncontrollable thoughts drifted to an unknown place by the sunlight.

Chu has passed away No. 12 days.

It was also the fifth time she had come to One Blade's Palace.

The shelved stories can be picked up again, but the lost time can never come back.

This is very sad.

But no matter how sad, as long as you sleep, you can forget a lot.

Moonless thought so.

So after returning to Xuye Palace with Lanran that day, she locked herself in the room, hid in the quilt and slept for two days.

It is especially easy to wake up when alone.

During the time she hid in the dark and ignored her surroundings, she carefully and comprehensively recalled everything she had experienced, and gradually began to understand the last words conveyed to her when Chu left.

"Don't give up the beauty you should have in your life just because you hate Aizen."

Obviously it is very simple and easy to understand.

It took a lot of effort to see clearly.

When the false sunlight climbed onto the window sill on the third day, the girl who had been silent for a long time finally pushed open the gate of the palace.

So far, she has frequently been in and out of Ten Blades' residence as if she was looking for fun to fill her empty life.

She has been to the eight-bladed Saar Apollo to play chemical experiments, has asked U/Rucciola to paint together, discussed with Harribel and three of her subordinates how to take care of her long hair, and Stark, Lilinite reads books and tells stories, and even Neutra, who hates women so much, is forced to take a walk with her.

They were willing to play around with her, but none of them dared to ask her why she hadn't met Lord Lan Ran these days.

Only Grimmjow, who was the first to go after Wuyue left, looked at her with scrutiny for a long time.

Because of his private actions that caused the death of a subordinate official of Wubamen, in order to punish him for a small punishment, Dongxian wanted to cut off one of his arms in front of Aizen, and deprived him of the title of Six Blades.

Wu Yue went to his palace, but she was greeted by agent Six Blades, Ruby Antenor.

After learning about Grimmjow's experience, she began to retreat: He must be in a bad mood now, or... it's better not to bother him...

However, when Ruby invited her into the house for tea, the irascible young man with a strong figure and long limbs suddenly appeared. Without saying a word, he bent down neatly, carried the girl on his shoulders, started spinning and disappeared in place.

All the movements are smooth and flowing, and by the time Wuyue reacts, he has already arrived outside Xuye Palace.

She could see that Grimmjow was in a very bad mood, but when she asked "Does the wound hurt?", he blurted out "How are you?"

It seems that he is subconscious.

The thin girl could only smile in embarrassment, "It's already starting to scab, so don't tear it apart..."

The blue-eyed young man scratched his hair irritably, with a serious face, his brows were almost wrinkled.

He told Wuyue that he had already known everything between her and that boy from Ichimaru Gin, and he could understand her feelings, but he couldn't understand why Wuyue would stay with Aizen, the culprit of this tragedy. by his side.

The girl dressed in black stood in the bleak autumn wind, with a bright smile on her face, she didn't explain carefully, but said vaguely: "There are still important things to finish."

The wild and rough man like a wild leopard couldn't understand the meaning of these words, and he didn't seem to be bothered to understand. The difficult topic was ended by his unexpected action——

The broad palm slapped the top of the girl's head, causing her to grin her teeth in pain, but her concentration was distracted by the gentle scratching in an instant.

She raised her eyes, caught a glimpse of the impatient expression of the young man beside her, and heard his deliberately lowered voice:

"You said... as long as it's a cat, it likes to be petted on the head..."

Wu Yue couldn't help laughing, "But I'm not a cat..."

"Shut up!" Grimmjow gave her a vicious look, and rubbed her hair harder.

The scalp began to ache, but the girl couldn't get angry.

This big cat seems to be saying something to her... like "you are not alone", comforting words...

Piaoyuan's thoughts gradually came back to her eyes, and the girl who told the story realized that she had read to the end:

"The prince is going to marry the princess of the neighboring country. The little mermaid who learned the truth was very sad. She endured the pain of cutting off her tail and danced for them. When the dawn came, she took her sisters to the sea witch to exchange her hair for her. Dagger, walked to the prince's room..."

The vivid narration did not know when the two fighting people calmed down. The green-haired girl lying on Wuyue's lap listened very seriously. The other middle-aged uncle also leaned on the sofa with his arms under his head, frowning slightly. His eyebrows showed his dedication at the moment.

At the moment when the ending was announced, the reader paused deliberately, and suddenly glanced at the door of the study. When the leisurely footsteps were about to enter the room, she deftly retracted her gaze, turned the page to the end, and said with a smile: "Master Aizen, do you want to listen to my story?"

The quiet brown-haired man walked in from the door, and his calm but somewhat melancholy eyes fell on the girl. He sat across from her during the salute of the two Starks, and said in a low voice: "Go ahead. , don't worry about me."

Wuyue did not answer, put her fingertips at the beginning of the paragraph, and continued to read: "As long as she kills the prince, she can continue to live, but seeing the peaceful face of her beloved in sleep, the little mermaid couldn't bear it. Finally , She kissed the prince's forehead, turned and left, tremblingly threw the dagger into the sea, jumped up herself, and at dawn, turned into a layer of crystal clear foam on the sea surface."

After the voice fell, she put the bookmark into the page again, gently closed the book, and in the shocked eyes of Stark and Lilinette, she smiled leisurely: "It's over. For the one she loves, the little mermaid chose die."

"Hey! This is so sad! The prince didn't even know that it was a mermaid who saved him! He wants to marry someone else!"

The little girl who couldn't accept the tragedy couldn't help jumping up and shouting, and Stark also had a frustrated face.

Just after he looked back and forth between the other two and understood the atmosphere between them, he suddenly stood up, picked up Lilinette, said "Let's go out and calm down", and left the room to Xu Ye The master of the palace.

The less lively air suddenly turned cold.

After Wuyue pushed the book into the original position, she turned around and walked out the door, but as soon as she took a step, the two doors closed with a "bang", making her freeze in place, neither walking nor sitting.

"Sit down, Wuyue, I want to talk to you... It seems that we... haven't seen each other for a long time..."

Accompanied by his deep and depressed voice, he slowly got up, giving people an undeniable sense of oppression.

Wuyue thought for a while, faced Aizen, and laughed hastily, "Why, didn't you drink afternoon tea with me the day before yesterday?"

"Yeah..." The man breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to approach in the sunlight, "But you would rather go to Aronilo and watch him change his face than drink a cup of tea by my side."

"I'm young, and I'm not used to drinking tea yet." Wu Yue maintained a calm smile and responded calmly, the light beside her was blocked, and she didn't move a bit.

Lan Ran raised her eyebrows, somewhat incomprehensible, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." The girl was perfunctory. When the other party reached out to hug her, she suddenly walked quickly to the bookshelf, took out a collection of poems, and sat on the rocking chair casually.

The calm avoidance and the attitude of turning a deaf ear made the man who has always been aloof and superior tasted the frustration for the first time.

He suppressed his sullenness, sat on the sofa next to him, and asked her patiently: "Are you still blaming me for the Phoenix Temple?"

"How could it be? You were not the one who killed him. Besides, this was his wish. Dongxian was just sticking to the path he recognized... There is nothing to complain about, I have already let go..." Wu Wu Yue opened the book and did not lift her head when she spoke.

Aizen stared at her, "If that's the case, why are you avoiding me?"

"There is no such thing." The blond girl read the content of the first page, and replied with a smile, "You cannot look directly at the radiant sun, and you will be burned even if you look up... Get too close and get hurt."

Praising general exaggerated metaphors can't dispel the suspicion in King Xu's heart, "Won't come near me again, will you?"

"Yes."

"Why did it become like this, Wuyue..." Ai Ran bent down, put her elbows on her knees, rubbed her temples wearily, and asked her inexplicably, "Phoenix Temple...he is the one between us." The thorn, it is □□, without him, we might have a smoother road to walk..."

It was already noon in the present world, and the virtual circle was still abnormally cold.

At the end of the sigh, the girl's eyes seemed to cool down along with the atmosphere, "Does this mean to put all the responsibility on him? It seems that Master Aizen has not yet understood that the person who is so rejected by you is the one who fulfills this Where everything is... If it wasn't for the beginning, you and I would never have met... So please stop pouring dirty water on the dead, and occasionally... take some responsibility..."

The calm tone unexpectedly set off a storm in Lan Ran's heart. He looked at the girl reading the book, and his sharp eyes seemed to open her mind to see clearly what she was thinking.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry."

The slender fingers turned over the page again, and slid out together with the girl's guttural voice:

"But you have always been like this. You don't want to take responsibility, and you even pass the knife to others... A year ago, it was me who persecuted me, but now it's Dongxian. It's me and him who did it. It's up to you to get rid of who Well, you always leave yourself a retreat, and you can even become a perfect victim. Every excuse is not only beautiful but also makes you speechless... You are also good at subtly influencing and changing other people's values, turning everything into a reality. Become what you expected... It's too scary for a person like you..."

As soon as a new page of paper landed on her finger, a strong force pulled it out. The sharp edge of the page quickly and forcefully left a slit in her fingertips. poured out.

The book was slammed into the corner of the wall by Lan Ran, and let out a shrill scream.For a second without Yue Akira, he hastily held her hand and carefully pressed her injured finger.

The blood flower is sticky and warm.

It quietly infiltrated the fingerprints of the two of them.

"Sorry, I did it unintentionally... I just want you to talk to me seriously..." Aizen lowered his head, not letting the girl see his embarrassing expression.

"It's okay, but I think I'm serious."

After receiving Wuyue's answer, he laughed helplessly, and after a while of silence, he suddenly asked solemnly:

"Wuyue, you said I'm too scary, so... are you also afraid of me like them?"

Feeling his palm slowly tightening as if due to anticipation, the girl's face softened subtly in the bright spring-like sunlight.

She raised her eyelids, her gentle gaze like drizzle fell on the man's handsome face little by little, and suddenly said regretfully:

“蓝染大人，我已经清楚地看见，你的身边没有可以在你噩梦惊醒时给予抚慰的爱人，也没有能在你误入歧途时一拳将你揍到清醒的挚友……死神在世的百Thousands of years, looking at other people, and looking at you who has always walked alone, I can't help but feel..."

After finishing speaking, she suddenly lowered her eyes heavily—"Aizen Soyousuke, you are really a poor man."

The air was so stagnant that it was difficult to breathe.

The man's brown pupils suddenly shrank, revealing a look of embarrassment and astonishment.