[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

After being informed by Xiao Wu to go to the laboratory, it took about half a day for Grimmjow to come back.

From him, Muzuki learned that U/Rukiora threatened Orihime with the lives of Ichigo and others, and gave her an invisibility bracelet, asking her to say goodbye to one person within a day before returning to the virtual circle. thing.

Such a way of playing with people's hearts is to create the illusion that Orihime came to the virtual circle voluntarily for the soul world and Ichigo.

It's really blue dyed style.

The irritable young man also told her that he almost killed Kurosaki Ichigo, only to be stopped by a masked, crew-haired yellow hair, which made him quite unhappy.

Wu Yue listened carefully, her eyes passed through the young man's babbling whispers, and fell on his wheat-colored skin and messy scars.

fine.Although he was scarred and bruised, he was still alive and well.

Compared to him, Ichigo who was beaten up was probably in worse condition.

But Wuyue didn't have time to worry about this, she fell into deep thought, and began to think about Aizen's possible next steps here.

When Ichimaru Gin came over to play cards two days ago, he accidentally mentioned that Aizen had completed the preliminary awakening experiment of Bengyu, and also created the Faceless Vandal Wise with the special ability to seal the flowing blade Ruohuo.When the necessary conditions were fulfilled, he planned to take the plan by surprise and advance the plan to attack the present world, so that the group of Soul Soul Realm would be caught off guard.

Although the specific date has not yet been determined, what is certain is that the day when all this ends is close at hand.

Thinking of this, Wuyue was suddenly relieved, and sighed as if she had relieved a heavy burden.

After explaining what happened, Grimmjow jumped outside on the sand to bask in the sun.He lazily rested one arm on the back of his head, crossed his legs, lay on the white-gold soft sand warmed by the sun, and quietly closed his eyes.

For the convenience of movement, Sal Apollo gave him a prosthetic leg, but he obviously didn't like it. Except for the need to take care of Wuyue after using it, he never wore it on a daily basis.

The blond girl in the study looked at him silently.

When the bright sunshine quietly climbed onto the soles of her feet, she was distracted without warning.

A neat freak scientist kept the palace so spotless that she used to walk around barefoot.Thus, the first moment the sun approached her, she fell into the long-lost, false warmth.

She clearly remembered what this man-made canopy was for.

The image of holding that man's handsome cheek and talking with his forehead suddenly invaded my mind.

The touch of his skin, the indistinct fragrance crushed in the hair, the cautious and firm strength of his arms when embracing her body, and the bright smile that is often difficult to conceal in the deep voice.

Everything she felt from him suddenly became as clear as yesterday, covering her like a lingering nightmare for a long time.

Why do I miss these false things all of a sudden? Am I getting old too?

She rubbed her forehead annoyedly, and pushed aside the messy finished calligraphy on the table.

Memories that should not have appeared disturbed the originally calm state of mind, perhaps feeling her rare intentions, that night, Aizen actually took the initiative to walk into her dream.

It was a sunny day in the early spring of April. Captain Aizan on the stage was explaining the key points of handwriting carefully, and Muzuki was drowsy in his deep voice and the warmth of the classroom.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, someone tapped lightly on the top of his head twice.She opened her eyes suddenly, and saw the handsome brown-haired man looking at her with calm and gentle eyes.

"Sorry for interrupting your rest..." He smiled faintly, raised his hand, and stroked her cheek lightly.

When the slightly cool fingertips touched the skin, the picture in Moonless Eyes began to change.

The plain sunlight gradually dimmed, turning into a cool silver moonlight.The classmates who wrote in the classroom also disappeared one by one, replaced by the sofa, table and chair she saw before falling asleep.

Aizen's glasses were also gone, and the white captain's haori on his body turned into a narrow-sleeved Void Night palace dress.

The air is soaked with the unique smell of potion from Saar Apollo Palace, and the temperature transmitted from the fingertips to the cheeks is clear and real.

"Wu Yue, these days when you can't see me, do you miss me..."

He bent down and pressed his forehead against hers, and when he spoke softly, his warm breath drifted around their lips.

This is not a dream.

The girl was bewildered, and her dilated pupils suddenly focused.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled and pushed Lan Ran away forcefully, but when she got up and was about to retreat, she was overwhelmed by a more intimate and tight hug.

Her arms were firmly bound by her side, so that she could not do any resistance. The neck and chest that fit together were gradually exchanging each other's pulse and body temperature, as if they wanted to use each synchronized breath to express the words that had not been spoken these days. Convey your thoughts one by one.

"Wu Yue, you are sick..."

Amber eyes trembled suddenly, "What did you say!?"

"How many years have I been studying the virtualization experiment, why do you naively think that you can hide it from me just by mixing breaths and using drugs..." The man's voice was vague, as if he was afraid that she would run away from him, and he spoke The stacked arms continued to tighten a little.

Struggling became meaningless, and the lower back of being tightly hugged was aching, discerning the smell of sake lingering on his body, Wu Yue became more and more annoyed, "Are you drinking?"

"Don't worry, it's not enough to get drunk."

"Asshole! Who cares if you're drunk or not! I'm scolding you for your shameless behavior of sneaking into a girl's bedroom in the middle of the night after drinking! What are you thinking!?"

"Oh, I just want to talk to you...you are the one, what are you thinking at such a young age..."

"Shut up! I don't want to talk to you about this! Let me go!"

Aizen suddenly let out a chuckle, and really let go.

But he just didn't want to hug her too tightly to make her feel uncomfortable. He clasped his palms together and lazily pressed them against her waist.

When the distance was opened a little, Wuyue still frowned angrily, "Let go of your hands before talking!"

"Well, since you're so unhappy..." The man smiled helplessly, let go of his hand, and sat down on the side of the bed silently.

Wuyue retreated cautiously to the head of the bed, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"There is no particular reason, I just want to see you..." Lan Ran looked sideways, her brown eyes fixed on the girl's angry and embarrassed face, and a slight smile quietly appeared on his lips.

"Because you didn't want to see me when you were seriously ill, so I waited until now...the situation has stabilized a lot, and I think I should be able to come to see you... These days, I have thought through a lot of problems and have a lot to say. I want to say a lot to you. explain……"

The dream-like words were so soft that it was almost impossible to distinguish between dreams and reality. Wuyue stretched out her hand, pressed against his slowly approaching chest, and asked in a low voice: "When did you know..."

"After Phoenix Temple died, when I met you telling stories to Starks and the others, I knew your current situation very well..."

"At that time you actually..."

"Yeah..." Lan Ran sighed, suddenly grabbed the palm on his chest, and held it tighter when the other party withdrew.

"Are you wondering why I saw it at that time?" He blinked slightly, and the moment he raised his eyes, his eyes lightly ignited with an eagerness that did not match his calm posture, "Wuyue, because I pay attention to you , is far beyond your imagination."

Maybe he was telling the truth.

The air seemed to be bursting with burning sparks.

"It's a bit cold tonight, you get dressed, let's go for a walk together..." the man said warmly, let go of his hand, left a lonely smile, got up and walked out the door.

It seems that he really has a lot to say.

But Wuyue didn't intend to pay attention, "It's fine to take a walk with you, but you have to give me a reason that can convince me."

The slender figure stopped suddenly, Aizen turned around, and explained to her with a calm smile, "Then let's make things clear from now on... You should know that Inoue Orihime will come to the virtual circle tomorrow, and Kurosaki Ichigo They will definitely come to rescue her right away...and the Soul Society will not just sit idly by, because they also need her special power..."

"So?" Wuyue stood in front of the bed and looked at him indifferently as her white soles landed on the ground.

The man chuckled, "So, when they send the captain to Xuquan to rescue, I will shut down all black chambers, and lead A Yin and A Yao, as well as the top three ten blades, to attack Karakura Town."

Trapped the captain and Yihu who came to the rescue in the virtual circle, dispersed the hostile forces, and launched a plan when everyone didn't expect it, so as to get rid of the fire from the bottom of the pot.

After understanding the other party's intention, Wuyue was stunned for a while.

"Wuyue, it is my sincerity to tell you all my plans, do you understand what I mean?"

Pushing open the door, the man in white turned his back to her and said calmly while standing in the cold wind pouring in from the corridor:

"None of us knows what the result will be after that day. I really want to swear that I will succeed, but because of you... let me realize that there may be accidents...In this case, in order to Don't leave any regrets, please give me the time of this night... This may be the last chance for us to be honest..."

The familiar footsteps gradually faded away, the night wind circling and broke into the house, Wuyue slowly woke up in the cold, and suddenly understood what he meant.

The success or failure of this encounter is unpredictable, and life and death are uncertain. If we can't see each other again, let's draw an end to everything between us in advance tonight.

It's all said for this sake, there is no reason not to accept the move.After all, in order to "end" the day.

I have also been waiting for a long time.

It was dark when she left the palace, and when she walked to the arch bridge outside, she saw the man leaning against the railing waiting for her under the night sky.

No one spoke when we met.

Aizen turned around and walked towards the outside of Xuye Palace, Wuyue yawned and quietly followed behind him.

The silent two, one in front of the other, are like a pantomime staged in a black and white world. All inner thoughts can only be interpreted through each other's movements and eyes.

When they came to a vast and flat sandy land, the silvery moonlight was like thin frost, crisply shattering as the two of them walked forward.

"Do you still remember the feeling of using spirit particles to gather under your feet and step on the air?"

Looking into the distance, the man found a topic to talk to, and suddenly smiled, "You would have done this a long time ago, on the day Fudo Kamikawa pierced my chest... you stood in the pouring rain, and the captain who came to support Destroyed one by one...the dark clouds in the sky, the rain that fell on my face, and you in high spirits, what I saw that day was an extremely vast and majestic landscape...until now, I often recall..."

The girl who stared at her toes seemed unwilling to mention this, but replied indifferently, "I was impressed because I stabbed you... After so long, your wound should have healed to the point where there are no scars, so let's talk about it again." What's the point..."

"However, the wounds of the body can be healed, but the pain of the soul will only flood." Lan Ran sighed softly, her silent eyes were stained with imperceptible sadness.

Wuyue sneered, "I hope this sentence is not talking about yourself."

The topic began to change.

In this peaceful late night, the two finally came to the door of the truth that they had been unwilling to face for a long time.

"Wuyue, I also want to know the answer to the question you asked me that day."

"What question?"

"Do you love me?" Lan Ran stared slightly, his eyes seemed to be covered with heavy winter snow, desolate and cold.

Frantically trying to figure out the intention of this question in her mind, the girl responded to his gaze, but refused to speak for a long time.

The man who got no answer laughed dumbly. Standing under the pale moonlight, his smile became pale as well.

"Since we can't answer this question, let's try something else..." He laughed shortly, lowered his head, and approached the girl.

"Aizen didn't yell, so he won't be angry, Aizen didn't cry bitterly, so he won't be sad... Wuyue, don't you think of me like everyone else?"

Meeting his gaze, the girl's body trembled with horror.

She took two steps back in panic.

This action woke up Aizen, he stopped suddenly, raised his eyes, and stared at her with an extremely helpless and painful expression.

"It's not that I don't have these emotions, it's just that I decided to give up... When I shut myself in the bedroom and didn't go out for a few days and nights, no one knew whether I was calm in my heart, or whether I was already defeated..."

Painful winks and struggling words.

Evidence that he was opening up to her.

But facing this unprecedented first time, Wuyue could only keep silent, not wanting to be dragged into this well-arranged language trap by him because of her unintentional conversation.

The earth is desolate.

Aizen's figure and posture were still elegant and graceful, but the deep brown pupils were gradually overshadowed by the girl's indifferent responses one after another.

"Wuyue, can't you really feel whether I love you or not?"

Trying to stabilize the tone of voice, the question from the heart that was gently squeezed out from between the thin lips seems to have quietly buried the answer in the question.

The proud man finally showed a bit of grievance. He took a deep breath and said frankly:

"It's just that I can't say it... so what if it's just 'love'... Can it deny the fact that I have hurt you many times? It can change the established tragedy between us, and make you and I forget the past , grow old together? We both know it's never going to happen, it's ridiculous just thinking about it, right?"

"Since saying this sentence can't change anything, it's better not to let it exist from the beginning... It's better to make you resent even more Simple and thorough, it can give you a little relief..."

"I have been trying my best to avoid this, and you still deliberately forced me to go this way... I did what you wished that day, knowing that it was just an act, but I still gave you a satisfactory reaction, but every word I said It's true because I want you to understand my anger... I'm not angry that you're hiding the fake truth, or that you'd rather go to someone else to heal than trust me to protect you, or even that you're holding A self-destructive attitude also requires the determination to part ways with me, and I'm just angry... The 'I love you' you said is actually a lie..."

There was a sudden wave of shock in the amber eyes.

The wind was mournful, as if responding to someone's inner cry.

"Wuyue, there are so many lies in the world, but you chose this one... This vicious and sweet lie, even I can't bear it..."

After the long speech, Aizan was about to laugh out loud, but the sad pupils with moonlight shining in a trance, seemed to carry the thin ice formed on the water surface in early winter, shining with a hazy, transparent and fragile feeling.

People can't help but produce one.

The illusion that he was about to cry.

"Wuyue, say something..." He smiled lightly, stepping on the moonlight and approaching the wind, "I feel... I'm about to give up on you..."

The author has something to say:

He is not indifferent.

He's just out of words.