(Comprehensive Master Pirate Tutor) Hold on to my phone bug

A golden light suddenly exploded and enveloped the dark corridor, enveloping the girl in it and disappearing.

"It's not easy to see you alone." The man's gentle tone sounded in the darkness. The girl holding a stack of scrolls in front of her had already stopped, and she slowly turned around.

There was no light in front of him, and in the darkness only the man's oppressive spiritual pressure reminded him of his location.

Qianqiu looked up, and at the same time, she began to think about the light path starting from her feet and continuously extending outward.She stood in the center of the circle, her dark purple eyes calm, calm and unwavering.

"It doesn't seem right to say that." Aizen said with a smile, "The soul that has been hiding in your shadow, won't it come out?"

Qianqiu's telekinesis has touched the "wall", and it feels like a small independent space. She stuffed the scrolls in her arms into her bag one by one, then tilted her head slightly and said: "He is You exist to protect me, are you declaring war on me?"

Aizen's eyes narrowed slightly: "I just want to chat with you without being disturbed by anyone." The telekinetic light instinctively avoided him, forming a dark circle.

Qianqiu breathed out softly: "Yes." It just so happened that Liu Hou gave her some private advice about the slate. If Bengyu is really similar to it, it should be effective.

"There's nothing here, it's really a poor reception." Aizen said politely.

Upon hearing this, Qianqiu took out a black glove from her bag and put it on, one for her right hand only. The material could not be seen. The back of the hand was inlaid with some fine indigo gemstones to form a skull pattern, which was a bit out of place at this moment.

"I'm not very good at this." She gave Aizen a warning before snapping her fingers.

The surroundings were instantly infected. There were walls, fireplace, coffee table, sofa and black tea surrounding the two of them, making it a complete room.

"Please." Qianqiu sat at one end with her legs crossed and said softly to Aizen.

Aizen was very interested in this. He gently put his hand on the sofa and stroked it. The touch of the leather on his fingertips showed the reality. He sat down opposite the girl gracefully, looked at the black tea on the coffee table that was exuding white smoke and judged: "Illusion." The level is so high that it gives people the illusion of reality.

"Yes." Qianqiu gave an affirmative answer.

"Is this something I'm not good at?" Aizen looked at the room carefully, and there were no flaws in his spiritual pressure. All of this seemed to be a real room that belonged to humans without spiritual beings.

"It's just a copy of what others have repeatedly demonstrated to me." Qianqiu said after a few seconds of silence. Damon liked a room like this, and she remembered the appearance. As for her own aesthetics, she was severely criticized.

"You are very knowledgeable about illusions." Aizen clicked her fingers on the handle of the sofa, guessing the activation conditions in her mind. She put on her gloves and snapped her fingers.

Qianqiu was a little proud of this: "Well, I have quite a few illusionists in my family."

"Ah, I wonder if I'm lucky enough to come and compete." Aizen raised an eyebrow.

The pride on Qianqiu's face stopped for a moment. Her eyes looked at Aizen from beginning to end very suggestively, and then she said awkwardly: "I don't think Mr. Aizen is suitable."

Aizen looked at her with oppressive eyes: "Not appropriate?"

Qianqiu felt a little embarrassed. She curled her fingers on her knees and took a deep breath to say it all in one breath: "The illusion competition is only about women's clothing! 100 sets of different styles, Mr. Aizen, if you think it's okay, they will be happy!"

Aizen's expression fell apart for a moment. Even if he recovered quickly, he still felt that he had heard it wrong, or that he had misunderstood the word genjutsu.

He thought for a few seconds: "You have quite a few, whether they are boys or girls."

Qianqiu's eyes wandered: "Women's clothing is naturally male." She licked her lips, "Women only provide clothing styles to ensure that the illusion is explosive."

"Explosive point." Aizen repeated the word.

"Qiye likes to see jokes about cross-dressing." Qianqiu gradually put aside her shyness and began to regain her composure and speak righteously, "She is the judge."

The corner of Aizen's mouth twitched unconsciously, why is it her again, this super-sized Jiliu in the broken world.

"If Mr. Aizen is really willing..." Qianqiu pursed her lower lip and said, this kind of thing, no matter who the target is, Qiuye will not be tired of it.

"It's indeed inappropriate." Aizen quickly interrupted her with a smile and pretended that they had never discussed the topic of genjutsu.

Qianqiu showed a look of pity at the right time.

Aizen has never met anyone who can fight with him in an illusion battle so far. Although he is very confident in Kyoka Suigetsu's complete hypnosis, at present, firstly, they are wary of his sword, and secondly, regardless of whether it is a virtual shadow or the real Aizen They don't think it's a good thing to be put into women's clothing to please others.

She made it clear that it was a cross-dressing joke.

"Mr. Aizen, what do you want to talk to me about?" Chiaki asked, curling his fingers on his knees.

Aizen was distracted by the cross-dressing joke, and the gentleness on his face was somewhat restrained. He stretched out his hand and tapped his temple twice: "I'm here to personally confirm the extent of your genius."

Qianqiu has questions about this behavior.

"I have seen a lot of geniuses." Aizen put his hand on the sofa handle to support his chin, his smile finally returned to its original gentleness and courtesy, without any flaws visible, "But the levels of geniuses are also different."

The girl's glass-like purple eyes looked at him deeply, deeply, and they were clearly empty but seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

She was silent at first, then the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and her porcelain doll-like face suddenly came to life. She stretched out her left hand towards Aizen, spread her fingers, and slowly made a grabbing motion. .

Her hands glowed a light red under the firelight of the fireplace, soft and slender, and her voice was just like this, clear and weak.

"So." She looked directly at Aizen and asked.

Aizen raised his eyebrows slightly, observing whether there were any changes around him.But soon, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the gentleness on the surface was completely torn away at this moment.

He straightened his back, and thick spiritual pressure lingered in this space. The room made of illusions was shocked and flickered between illusion and reality. In the end, only the two sofas they were sitting on were left.

Under the impact of spiritual pressure, the girl remained quiet and peaceful. She was not affected in any way. She just used telekinesis to prop up the light again when the fireplace disappeared and darkness returned.

She flipped the hand she was holding, stretched out her index finger and hooked it in Aizen's direction. The gem with blue-black light flew out as if being summoned, floating and stagnating between the two of them.

There was only coldness in Aizen's eyes: "You are beyond my expectation."

"That was my purpose from the beginning." Qianqiu replied softly. This small space had become shaky under Aizen's powerful spiritual pressure, and it would break into pieces as long as another straw was added.

A small bottle as thick as an index finger flew out of her shoulder bag. The bottle contained a silver-white liquid. When the mouth of the bottle was opened, the liquid was dispersed into tiny particles of dust and projected towards the boundary of space.

Aizen intercepted one and said: "The power of space." After the spiritual pressure invaded, he realized that in this silver-white liquid as small as dust, there was extremely arrogant and vast space power, enough to penetrate the anti-membrane, and enough to re-establish it. A space like a reflective film, "Is such a precious thing used like this?"

"This is a game that requires it." Qianqiu lowered her eyes. This was the original version given to her by Emperor Wei and belonged to Qiye.

Aizen looked a little serious. Her consciousness had invisibly invaded Bengyu and established a connection. Now she just wanted to see who Bengyu would choose.

"Why did you think of doing this?" Aizen closed his eyes slightly and smiled gently, but his light brown eyes were as cold as ice.

Qianqiu was silent for a few seconds: "Since it has consciousness, it itself has the right to choose." She paused slightly, "There is a stone slab in the world of Liu, which also has self-awareness. It will choose seven people to give it memory and power. It’s king.”

Aizen listened quietly, but the girl could only explain so much.

"Mr. Aizen, Liu and Weidi want it." Qianqiu curled her fingers again, her tone was still weak, but her tone did not waver at all, "I will try my best to compete with you. "

As she sits here, her appearance is full of "contradictions" from beginning to end.

"As a human, are you?" Aizen's spiritual pressure compressed and condensed in the space, and then he pressed down on the girl. During the short period of time when he was dragged to drink, he also learned that they were here. Only two days.

How far can one understand spiritual pressure in two days?

They came here from other worlds with their unique abilities, but in this world, there is no doubt that spiritual pressure is the rule.

"You asked me about the level of my genius." Qianqiu lowered her eyes and said slowly, "What's important about that?" Her elegant eyebrows slightly wrinkled, but her expression was serious, "Except for the control of energy, I have no other abilities. No, I’m not good at sports, I’ll fry the kitchen when I’m cooking, and I’ll panic when in a crowd.”

She paused, "Whenever I can, giving my family what they want is all I have now."

Under her bangs and above her eyebrows, the dark purple lines slowly glowed, like a strange withering flower.The moment it completely disappeared, her vast spiritual pressure came quietly.

Aizen stood up suddenly.

There are many things that can be conveyed through Reiatsu, and the feeling of Reiatsu is different for everyone.The girl's spiritual pressure was as empty as this Hueco Mundo, which made people wonder whether she was truly alive as a human being.

In that fragile human body, there is a boundless soul imprisoned.

The spiritual pressure of the two collided in the small space, and then connected through Bengyu.

Qianqiu felt that a trace of consciousness seemed to be chasing the spiritual pressure, and she was sure that the same was true on the other side. The connection seemed to only last for a moment, but it was deeply imprinted in her mind like an inheritance.

She became a little dazed and put her hand on her forehead.

Aizen smiled slowly. There was too much age difference between the two of them, even though they were connected to each other through Bengyu.

She will be disturbed by his past and consciousness, but he can accurately find her weaknesses, fatal weaknesses that cannot be overcome.

"Come here, Qianqiu." He called, his tone was extremely gentle.

The girl raised her head to look at him, but her expression was a little dull.

"It's great that you can do this, I'm very surprised." Aizen saw her appearance and walked towards her, pinched the Bengyu in the middle and put it into his arms.Then he arrived in front of her, smiled and reached out to touch her hair, gently touched her cheek twice, pinched her small chin and forced her to raise her head to look at him, "Aren't you going to answer me? Qianqiu.”

The girl hesitated a little, her lips moved, and her voice was almost suppressed in her throat: "Yes -"

"Stay by my side and serve me." Aizen continued, "Chiaki." He called her name in a gentle tone.

She was silent, her eyes immersed in deep purple without any luster.

"Don't you want to? That really makes me sad, Qianqiu." Aizen looked regretful.

She just looked at him, and then breathed out lightly as if she was relieved: "The beginning of the road is Qiye's sword."

The movements in Aizen's hands suddenly tightened.

Qianqiu was in pain but held back from screaming. She bit her lower lip and continued: "The place where she is is my destination."

"That child doesn't take death seriously at all." Aizen sneered, "When she has finished enjoying her life, what about you." He looked at her coldly, "Don't say you didn't notice it, even if you didn't before, call here It’s time for you to understand the beginning of the world.”

Qianqiu's lips trembled slightly, she didn't know how to call him now.

"Chiaki." Aizen asked her to answer.

A pair of almost transparent arms intertwined suddenly appeared between them, holding Qianqiu's neck and carrying her back to keep her away from Aizen. From the arms, a figure began to appear. It was a man wearing hunting clothes who looked very similar to Qianqiu.

He looked at Aizen with some displeasure: "Are you going to bully my master like this if I don't show up?"

Qianqiu lowered his eyes: "Lu Qin."

Lu Qin gave her a look and told her to shut up: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the prerogatives of human beings."

Aizen raised an eyebrow.

"I'm still looking forward to Qianqiu giving birth to a baby for me to play with." He raised his chin slightly and smiled provocatively.

Qianqiu's ears turned crimson when she was mentioned as "little bastard", and she couldn't control her expression and reached out to half cover her face.

"I'm the one who's qualified, who are you?" Lu Qin sneered.

Aizen was somewhat silent when he heard this, and his brown eyes fell on the girl: "Do human women have to give birth to babies when they are 16 years old?" He remembered that when he created Kurosaki Ichigo, he was obviously older.

Qianqiu: No, please stop talking nonsense.

Lu Qin also choked: "That's not the problem."

Aizen coughed lightly.

Qianqiu calmed down: "Don't worry about tomorrow, just enjoy today." She paused, "Qiye taught me this."

"That's right, that makes sense." Lu Qin agreed.

Aizen didn't want to hear that name. As long as she was mentioned, his predictions about Qianqiu were like wild horses running wild.

"I want to learn the ghost way." Qianqiu no longer planned to discuss that topic, nor did she mention Bengyu anymore. Lu Qin's appearance allowed her to quickly correct Aizen's position.

She turned her head to look at Aizen, her dark purple eyes slightly tinged with anticipation.

Aizen raised his gentle smile again: "Of course, Chiaki."

Lu Qin showed a regretful expression.