[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

The first time Wuyue opened her eyes in Xuquan, it was the evening when the world of corpses and souls was full of clouds and clouds.

It has been two months since she was lying on the experimental table that day, and after being swallowed by the purple smoke from the burst jade, the feeling of weightlessness floating in the void and never being able to land still remained in her body.

This sense of emptiness that is hard to get rid of often leads her quietly into the velvet-like soft and delicate dreams of the lavender sky in the silent late night.

"Do you want to gain great power?"

When her consciousness was chaotic, she could hear the voices of thousands of people at the same time, menacing and mighty.

The memory revolving around him retreated crazily, back to the moment of death in the car accident.

"Just stop here," she said with a smile.

The purple mist became clear and light, and it slowly swirled in the entire blurred space like a veil.

"Since you want to accept death peacefully, why come here..."

The smoky veil was lifted by a low and lazy young voice, followed by a dazzling bright light transitioning to pure white.

Wuyue quickly covered her eyes with her hands, and when the light dissipated, an ancient arched wooden door appeared in front of her out of thin air.

The façade is carved with traces of time, the wooden thorns are raised, the sawdust is broken, and there is a damp and rotten smell like the ship planks that have sunk into the sea. The four corners are covered with thick iron carvings. The complex hook shape can still distinguish the exquisite workmanship.

With a creak, the arch was slowly pushed open from the inside to the outside.

The cool wind filled with the sweet fragrance of flowers rushed towards his face instantly, and Wu Yue opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Pushing open the wooden door, the one who met her eyes was a blond man dressed in butler clothes with a sharp and beautiful face like a blade.

He has a pair of deep and narrow eyes, and the extremely rare light gray-green pupil color hides a natural wildness, which makes his gentle face like a heavenly man also have a sense of aggression that is hard to look at.

The moment she met his sight, Wuyue felt that she had stepped into a thousand-year-old secluded pool, drowned in the coldness and silence as old as the bone marrow. The pool was so deep that she couldn't make any sound, even her heartbeat And the blood all froze one after another.

Just looking at him followed, the sense of crisis that was enough to make people tremble and lose consciousness, knocked on her nerves over and over again, reminding her - run away, this man is not human at all !

The man ignored it, and suddenly raised his arm, lifting the rose branch hanging from the door frame aside.

His movements are graceful and gentle, and the light spots disturbed by the flower shadows fall from his upright chest like crystal shards, and the half-opened and half-shed white petals flutter and flutter in an instant, lightly falling on his light golden hair and broad shoulders superior.

Time seems to stand still at this moment, and the other side of the door freezes into a thick and colorful oil painting.

After arranging the flower branches, the young man brushed off the broken flowers on his body. With his slender arms wrapped around his waist, he stood with his hands behind his back and his head held high in a respectful posture, which made his slender figure more dignified than ordinary people.

The moment he raised his eyelids, the imposing and sharp momentum and the gloomy and rich beauty invaded the surroundings without any scruples, eclipsing the bright spring scenery behind him.

Those slender gray-green eyes were kissed by thick eyelashes, revealing a trace of indiscernible darkness and alienation.

His faint eyes passed through the endless darkness, and fell on the silent girl's face.

Suddenly, he opened his thin lips lightly, and whispered to push away the messy flower shadows, and penetrated into the void where she existed——

"Miss, were you the one who knocked on the broken door of our house just now?"

Amber eyes suddenly opened.

The dim dreams shattered, exposing the reality within reach.

The brutal and familiar knock on the door was deafening, Wuyue suddenly woke up, got up in a hurry, and shouted out of the door with her chaotic brain: "Don't knock! You knocked out the soul!"

After the voice fell, the air was suddenly quiet for two seconds, and then a bigger riot appeared. With a "bang", Grimmjow who knocked on the door kicked the door away, and even half the wall collapsed.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the girl on the bed looked livid.

"...How can I sleep if my room is made like this! You stupid cat!"

"Tch! Who cares about you!" The young man roared, raised his arms high, and threw the two weeping girls into the house.

He flicked his ear with his little finger, and explained irritably, "These two women said they wanted to see you! It's so annoying to cry!"

Wu Yue blinked in astonishment, and suddenly found that his broken left arm had returned to normal.

She focused slightly.

It seems that Orihime has already proved her ability to them.

Just when the young man left impatiently and threw her into thinking, the weeping face maids Luo Li and Menoli rushed up and hugged her.

Through their crying words, Wu Yue gradually came to his senses.

It turned out that not long ago, the master of Xuye Palace asked them to bring Zhiji, who had just arrived in Xuquan, to his bedroom, saying that he wanted to show her something, and told the Pomian sisters to leave.

As soon as she heard that Lord Aizen was going to be alone with a strange woman, the fiery-tempered Luo Li burst into anger, and knew that she was powerless, so she and her sister Menoli rushed to Eight Blades' palace to find Wuyue.

"Kana-sama! Aizen-sama! He wants to be alone with that woman! It's been a while now, and we don't know what they are doing inside! Don't let her get close to Aizen-sama, only you can stop them now !" Luo Li hugged her waist tightly, with tears in her eyes, speaking indignantly and impatiently.

"But...but I'm going, what's stopping me?" Wuyue was in a dilemma.

Menoli also hurriedly grabbed her hand in astonishment, "Master Kanna, aren't you angry? Aizen-sama is sharing a room with another woman behind closed doors!"

"I……"

Unable to evade the words, the anxious Luo Li took her arm and nodded in tacit understanding with the sisters beside her, "You don't need to say anything! Just come with us to find Master Aizen! Just say that you are going to find He will definitely make that woman go away as soon as possible!"

"Huh? But Zhiji is also me... Hey! You two!"

A gust of wind disturbed Wuyue's words, and without waiting for her reply, the two faceless maids used the revolving wheel to lead her away from Saar Apollo's palace.

It's understandable to have a young girl's heart, but the way of dragging her to the Xu Palace is a bit rough.

The remaining sleepiness was blown away by the cold wind, Wuyue's mind became extremely clear.

As soon as she landed, she saw the young man with green eyes waiting outside Lan Ran's dormitory.

Seeing him here, the two faceless maids hid behind Wuyue wisely.

"Good evening, Xiaowu." Greeting, the girl laughed awkwardly.

The young man didn't appreciate it. He glanced sideways at the three women who appeared suddenly, and thoughtfully faced the direction of the door for two seconds in silence. Finally, a rare look of confusion appeared in his dead eyes.

He looked at Wuyue, "At this time, you should be writing."

"Uh... I suddenly have something to do, I want to find Aizen..."

"Master Aizen is very busy now." The young man said indifferently, the meaning in his green eyes was hard to discern, "The one in the room is the most important woman of Lord Aizen, Shenna, you are no longer of use value, and there is no need to appear Here. I don’t want to be too embarrassing, so I’ll go back to the palace right away.”

She understands what he said, but she doesn't want to come...

The King Xu in the house should be able to detect the movement in the corridor, but he didn't show up.

It seems that there are really very, important, important things to be busy.

Seeing that it was inconvenient to stay for a long time, the girl who was ruthlessly torn her face waved her hands and called the two maids to leave. Feeling that she had suffered from being dumb, she also returned to the residence resentfully.

She didn't care what Aizen did for leaving Zhi Ji in the room, at least what Luo Li and the others were worried about would never happen.

But she was angry about getting up, and she was inexplicably sympathized because she couldn't sleep soundly, and her mood still became irritable and depressed.

Let's go back to sleep...

She walked leisurely through the fifth tower and walked to the palace wall of the Eight Blade Research Institute.In the clear moonlight, from a distance, the wild young man who kicked the wall of her room was seen, sitting lazily on the base of the wall watching the moon.

The night was as quiet and distant as usual, and his expression was as irritable and impatient as ever.

"Grimmjow, are you basking in the moonlight?" Wu Yue stood still, looked up at him and smiled.

The young man snorted coldly, and suddenly appeared at the gate of the palace, stepped on the door frame, and blocked the entrance of the bedroom with a long leg.

He lowered his head not to look at her, and said in a low and domineering voice: "It was my fault for kicking your door today... I have now regained my status as Six Blades, and I have also taken back the palace... I mean... ...you know what I mean..."

What a little leopard blocking the way.

Wuyue slightly raised her eyebrows, "I know, so?"

"Tch!" Grimmjow glared at her suddenly angrily, retracted his long legs, leaned forward to pass by her, and murmured, "Would you like to go!"

The messy emotions were sorted out suddenly, seeing him bubbling with anger, Wuyue almost laughed out loud, "Thank you for your kindness, but I still need daily examination and treatment, I'd better make do with it in the study for a few days... "

Being reminded of a certain key point, Grimmjow stopped in his tracks, turned to look at her, and asked vaguely, "Your empty hole... hasn't continued to expand, has it?"

"Don't worry, it's fixed well."

"Oh... I'm not worried about you! It's just that guy who said that after the surgical thread is absorbed, you have to sew it up again, implying that I need to give you more spiritual pressure..."

Wuyue smiled slightly, "There's no need to bother, I can't wait for that day anyway."

The man was stunned, "What do you mean by that?"

"It just means...'end'."

"Hey... don't talk such nonsense..." Suddenly, the young man's voice and face darkened together.

He strode closer, lifted the girl's skirt, and said in a low voice: "Are you going to give up your determination to kill the god? Like a fool, you were fooled by Aizen's sweet words? Are you kidding me! Have you forgotten him?" Did you kill your friend, use you as an experiment result, and cripple you? Even if you want to die, you have to pull him off the altar. Who is it? What ending do you think I joined you!?"

Rude words could not conceal his worry and panic, and his bony fingers trembled uneasily.

The girl saw everything in her eyes, but she didn't want to say anything. She just quietly stared at those bright blue eyes, maintained a gentle smile, reached out her hand, and stroked the messy short blue hair on his forehead.

He frowned in astonishment, and the moonlight slipped from his handsome and arrogant face a little bit, replaced by white-gold false sunlight.

The sky faded into a dazzling light blue, standing in the shadow of the palace wall, Wuyue lowered her eyes slightly, held the back of Grimmjow's veined hand with both hands, and explained earnestly:

"How could I forget what you said...After the showdown, Aizen was happy because he was finally sure that I could give him what he wanted...and I was happy because I was sure that I could take what he wanted What he wanted... The prerequisites for the first pain in life are already met, he is not far from defeat, but he is just immersed in joy, thinking that he has a way to retreat, and he doesn't notice it for the time being..."

The loud words made the young man's heart hang in the air finally land on the ground.He breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly let go of his hand.

After straightening out the ripped skirts, Wuyue lowered her head, and suddenly brought up a sentence that the other party mentioned earlier, "But there is one thing, you really misunderstood... Aizen used Bengyu to experiment with me. , He really wanted to help me recover my spiritual power, but he didn't expect that Beng Yu was not completely under his control..."

"It's obvious that you are disabled, yet you still want to cover him..." Grimmjow was displeased, and leaned against the wall again with his hands in his pockets.

"No, my eyes and legs are not broken because of him." Wuyue said in a deep voice, pressing lightly on the empty hole in her chest, "This matter has nothing to do with him, it's me, I use them as a means of dialogue The price has been paid."

Every word was clearly audible, but Grimmjow just couldn't understand what she was saying.

He began to scratch his ears irritably, "I also heard someone talking when I was transformed, but that ghost didn't ask me what price I want?"

The girl concentrated, and the golden sunlight climbed up her insteps.

A black cavity suddenly opened on the sand, and three figures of different heights slowly appeared in it.

They are the black-haired and blue-eyed cruel boy, the handsome and elegant virtual circle scientist, and the honored guest who just came to this barren land, who has the power to violate the realm of gods——Inoue Orihime.

Seeing Wuyue not far away, she couldn't help calling out the name of her old friend enthusiastically, ignoring the surprised gazes of the two people behind her, she rushed into the sunlight excitedly, trotting all the way towards the other party.

The girl also smiled and waved her hand to greet her friend.

Seeing a few people coming, Grimmjow couldn't help but look solemn, and deliberately lowered his voice, "Who did you talk to?"

Just when the long-lost hug was about to approach Wuyue, she picked up the topic that had been accidentally put aside, and ended the question with a voice so soft that only sensitive leopard ears could hear it:

"...God."

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Even the style of writing is different when I write about someone appearing on stage, alas...