When the fake Marysu wears Kurolo

This is the so-called last splendor!

A space attached to the world of the god of death, the predecessor of the royal court, a failed work, a shelter given by charity...

As if looking up to hope, he was given the name of Blue Bird.

The traversers regard it as their own territory, and show their hidden but sharpened fangs to every voyeur.

Only traversers who have passed strict observations can be introduced as companions. This is a group of children who have abandoned all the emotions of the comics about the god of death in the previous world and worked hard to live...

To this world, they are indeed just children!

Maybe they know more about the various secrets of the corpse soul world than everyone else, but it is precisely because of this understanding that the protective color on their bodies becomes deeper and deeper.

Integrating into this world... They have one more hurdle than the newborn souls, and their proud sobriety makes this fortress high.

They live carefully in the fortress.

Of course, those various Soviets who dream of being the protagonist are thousands of miles away from this hurdle...

Kuroro sneered, stretched out his well-shaped white right hand, and firmly caught the vertically falling paper.

This is a container that has been prepared before the expulsion, a page in the thief's cheat book.

Carrier of the Law written through the third power of seven.

Six chains came out of it, quickly and fiercely trapping the blue bird world that was gradually drifting away and collapsing. Kuroro could even imagine the "squeak" sound every time the chains stretched and crawled across the space.

Of course, there is actually no sound, only the strange symbols surrounding the silver-white chain, jumping and looming, mysterious and beautiful.

It was a vast, silent destruction.

A world of death.

But I need it. Only at this moment did Kurolo clearly express the desire of "wanting" in his eyes.

It's a pity that what I want to see more is the moment when you burst out with all your brilliance at the last moment...and all your energy.

Just take it if you want it, but I will plan carefully to snatch it from its stingy owner.

Let you die together with your most important treasure, okay?

Kuroro paced away at the same pace as usual.

The disappearance of the attached Blue Bird Realm did not bring any turmoil here, and no one knows that it is dying without sacrifice in the world closest to here... Maybe without its sharing, the soul of the Eighty District Will it be thicker?

Kuroro believes that the moment when the crossovers in the blue bird world can really be active and show their talents will be the stage after Aizen's ascension to heaven. Offstage skill.

Kuroro gave a slightly smug chuckle, but I was the one who succeeded.

But the trouble is those time-traveling women who don't know how to restrain their tails, ostentatiously, like a failed farce.

Anyone with a little brain can get too much information from them, and words are not the only channel that can be expressed.

And smart controllers will only get more.

Aizen Soyousuke is a tolerant wolf who has coveted the throne for a long time. After taking off the disguise, even a strand of hair in his body is screaming wild. This is an untamable lone wolf.

The corpse soul world could not tame him for thousands of years.

But Kuroro doesn't have that interest, he has a higher goal.

Before that, all the encounters could not grab his attention.

I believe that target will be my best collection...

Here, what he needs more is the smooth development of the plot.

Aizen Soyousuke must choose to devour Bengyu!

He was too proud, even if he learned of the danger of devouring Bengyu from the time-traveling women, it would be difficult to stop him from moving forward.

And all I need to do is to let him see a more powerful force.

With the pursuit of goals, there will be more motivation.

It's just plugging that tiny fork in the road.

And he should be more concerned about whether his ambitions over the years have been revealed by these variables.

All this hastened his progress, and his ascension... was inevitable.

All retreat routes have been cut off, and he himself is not allowed to turn back.

Ku Luoluo flicked the corner of his clothes lightly, as if brushing a speck of dust, Shi Shi ran away from Liuhun Street.

In the long-awaited world, there are many tall buildings and buildings, and the completely different layout clearly distinguishes the world from the world of souls.

In the bustling flow of people, a man with brown and black half-long hair stopped in front of a well-decorated jewelry store, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Kuroro sat on the resting position and looked at the man named Inoue Hao calmly. He was not much different from office workers in a hurry. He bid farewell to the ranks of young people who were about to enter middle age. tired look.

After browsing all kinds of accessories at the counter and talking with the lady in charge of sales for a while, it seemed that he finally made up his mind and decided on a hair clip.

Slender six petals, light blue color, beautiful but same hairpin.

When the person in charge started packing with a smile on his face, Inoue Hao turned his head and looked around casually.

Sensing his gaze, Kuroro gave him a kind smile.

Then everything started to change.

Modern buildings began to disappear, replaced by low-rise houses with only one or two floors, which should date back to perhaps before the Warring States Period.

He was sitting in a store, the boss was yelling loudly to receive the guests, and the proprietress who had just finished burying with the fat boss even personally served dishes to the guests at the next table...

Opposite him is the person who just smiled at him.

Different from the gentle impression just now, it seems to be a display of special characteristics that have been deliberately hidden, and the whole person is noble and cannot be looked directly at.

Hao Inoue's surprised expression slowly faded away, and he skipped over the strange sign on the opposite house, which was a swirl-shaped pattern.

Taking a deep breath: "Is this just an illusion?"

Kuroro raised his eyebrows, noncommittal: "It seems that this is the world you lived in before."

Inoue Hao remained silent.

"I'm the manager of this world..." Kuroro rambled calmly, "Your time is running out for the alien who broke in by mistake!"

Inoue Hao, who was sentenced to death, was not too surprised: "I already feel...the phenomenon of being excluded is hard to ignore..."

His tone was very sad: "It's just that I still can't let go of my sister Zhi Ji..."

"You have reached the extreme of getting in touch with the world, and there is no way to go any further..." Kuroro shook his head regretfully: "You have worked very hard, and I wanted to see how far you can reach... But it's too late. That's all."

"Then every movement is the means by which the world begins to expel..." Kuroro smiled maliciously: "Drinking saliva can choke you to death!"

"I still have a while..." Inoue Hao was speechless, but a soft color flashed in his eyes: "I have already chosen a gift for Zhi Ji and haven't sent it yet!"

"Although it's presumptuous, Zhi Ji doesn't know anything about my situation..." He seemed embarrassed: "I hope you can take care of her for me...Of course it's only within the scope of your little effort..."

"This world is actually not very safe." He frowned worriedly: "Although I can't see it, there are many signs... My power can no longer be used after I come here, and I can no longer feel its power." exist……"

He swallowed nervously: "I just hope Zhi Ji can be safe..."

"Then what price can you pay?" Kuroro didn't agree, but asked curiously.

"What else do I have?" Inoue Hao blinked suspiciously: "...you can take whatever you want, I live in this world just for Orihime...the irresponsible pair who took her away After my parents, Orihime is the responsibility I am willing to accept in my heart."

"Actually, I haven't accepted this world myself..." He looked dazed, watching the people coming and going on the street in a daze.

"Don't look at me like this... I was still respected by others in the original world..." He turned his head, and the opposite Kurolo had already left, and all the scenes disappeared. The bright smiling face of the salesperson Welcome: "Sir, this is the gift you chose, I hope the person you bless will be happy!"

"Oh..." Inoue Hao took it with a smile: "I accept your good words."

"He really has a good brother..." Kuroro folded his hands and looked out of the window at the orange-haired girl who had a happy conversation with her friend. On the table was the hairpin that Hao Inoue had chosen.

A part of the soul that has been assimilated by the world of the god of death has become an earth-bound spirit, and this soul that occupies a small part of the soul has unexpectedly become a whole... Is this completely ignoring the other part that was rejected?

It's just a pity that I lost my calmness and wisdom.Kuroro smiled and looked at the roaring Earthbound Spirit. The chains on its chest were stretched, restricting his movement towards the girl who had just returned home.

Kuroro picked up the light blue hairpin. This hairpin carried most of Hao Inoue's soul that was not recognized by the world, and already had the power of rejection in the original book.

Just like the same-sex repulsion of magnetic force, Hao Inoue’s soul is saturated with another kind of energy, which is incompatible with spiritual power. Of course, there is also the factor of his soul being rejected by the world... Of course, the most important thing is its owner There is also no power that allows the power of these two different worlds to blend.

If it can be grasped well, it can even restore the original damage caused by spiritual power.

Tsk, it's just deceiving the law, expelling the existential power of the perpetrator's spiritual power on the wound, and returning to the state before the injury... because the injury is not recognized by the world!

This is the origin of the ability to infringe on the realm of the gods, known as "the rejection of everything" by Aizen...

Standing beside his dead body, Inoue Hao felt that the whole world was emitting malice.

He smiled bitterly, ignoring the part of his soul that was left behind, and enduring the pain of being torn apart, the thinner soul was thrown into the selected hairpin, well, Zhi Ji, even in the end, brother, I still want to protect you...