[Death] Xiao Ran Yimeng

The god of death with a mask, she has a lot of hostility towards Aizen, and she mentioned my captain, so I went to the Dalinghui Library and checked the information of the gods of death, and I found a coincidence——

They were all captains a hundred years ago and they were all destroyed overnight because of a mission. That mission was classified as extremely secret, and I couldn’t know it even in my capacity. It can be seen that that mission must have been involved in something that the soul world is extremely afraid of, but they returned to the soul world after a hundred years. Such an arrangement is obviously extremely unreasonable. "

"What exactly do you want to say?" Heri Bella became more and more confused as she listened, her brows furrowed into a ball.

"I mean Mako, Hiyori's masking must be related to Aizen. I want to know the reason. As Aizen's partner, you should know a little bit about it, and it's something that makes the world of souls fear. Now that he can get a few captains back, it means that the matter must be within their control, or that the fear has been suppressed. There must be a reason I don't know about all this, which is enough to change the world of souls. The reason for the decision." Meng Luo said that this place has already taken on a dignified color.

"Why do you only ask about the masquerading of the god of death? As far as I know, you should have met Grimmjow and us earlier than them." Heribela didn't answer Mengluo directly, but asked instead.

Meng Luo's expression darkened, his eyes were struggling, and after hesitating for a moment, he slowly said: "It's different, you are different from them, I have felt this for a long time, there is an essential relationship between the two. For Xu, whose instinct accounts for most of his actions, all he does is inducement, which I can also do. But for Death, this is not an inducement, but a guide, guiding the nature under reason out."

And this... even me in my prime couldn't do it, let alone Xiao Ran in that state, unless it was possible for my father or the mentor of the palace.Moreover, there is no reason to separate one's own power without authorization, and it will lead to worse consequences. Why did he do this?

Heribela looked at Mengluo with an uncertain face, sighed faintly, and said, "Although I don't know what you mean, the reason why our strength has reached this point is because..." Helibela Bella slowly said what she knew.

"Beng Yu? Aren't you all because of Lan Ran's own strength?" Meng Luo grabbed her shoulders suddenly, her expression was agitated, her watery eyes trembled, and her eyes filled with overwhelming shock.

"No, our existence is caused by Bengyu. As for your statement, you can also say the same, because Aizen had already fused with Bengyu before attacking Karakura Town."

"What, what? That's not Lan Ran's own power, but his fusion the day after tomorrow." Meng Luo's voice began to tremble slightly, and this trembling spread all the way to his arms.In other words, the fluctuation I felt was not Aizen, but Bengyu, but he clearly said my name when he saw me again, no, he never said that he was Xiao Ran, what he said was 'now I am not Xiao Ran' not only now but also never...

No, this is his horror, at first he called out my name, if I was sure that he was Xiao Ran, then he would naturally go along with the flow, even if I was not sure, then he would definitely have doubts about the one who called out my name, And he can naturally use this doubt to guide me in everything that follows. No matter what he does, he can contribute to the current situation, because he has taken the absolute initiative as early as the beginning.

Then all this is my mistake, just like what he said, I just imposed the memory on him, so I didn't refute him at that time, not hesitating, not confused, but this is the truth, he...not him .If this is the case, why did Aizen guide my misidentification, and then let Ur bring me here, and what happened between him and Yuhabach, as well as Beng Yu and Xiao Ran?

Countless thoughts are intertwined in our minds, they are entangled in a chaotic manner, but they still give people a sense of connection, but we can no longer penetrate their main thread, we can only let them become more and more entangled, and roll bigger and bigger.Meng Luo sat down on the ground in a daze, her eyes were lifeless and empty as if out of focus, and her complexion was pale.

"Are you OK."

Hearing Heribela's concern, Mengluo closed his eyes forcefully and shook his head lightly, stood up unsteadily, drew out the Zanpakuto from his waist, clenched his hands tightly, and slashed at Heribela's chain Next, sparks splashed out from the iron chain, and the iron chain snapped.

"What are you going to do?" Shocked by the sudden sound, Heribela blurted out.

"Rescue you, I'm not a Quincy person, even if you think it's a sacrifice, you have to try, I can't stand by and do nothing."

"Why are you so emotional?"

"No, feelings may affect my decision-making, but it will not affect my judgment. Now that I have made a judgment, the only thing left is to make a decision." Meng Luo smiled and said firmly, holding up The blade made a gesture to slash towards the other chain. Before the knife fell, a ball of flame exploded in front of his eyes.

Mengluo was forced back again and again by a wave of air, and when she stood still and looked at the place where the attack suddenly came out and saw the figure of the man, she took a step back and exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible, how could it be?" you?"

"Hey, don't put on that expression, it's me who should be surprised now, you, the god of death, will appear here, I don't remember that the ice palace allowed the god of death to appear, or are you here to continue the battle Yes." Buzzby said eagerly, a cluster of flames was still dancing in the palm of his right hand.

The flame illuminated Mengluo's bewildered face, and the flame landed in her eyes, and those dark eyes reflected a strange red light, and she screamed involuntarily: "Impossible! Are you blocked by Jinhui at the price of disappearing?" If you can use flames again, your ability should be sealed!" What is going on with everything in front of you?

as first seen

"You said this, you should be clearer than me, because your swastika has canceled out your captain's flame and regained it." Buzzby glanced sideways at the flame in his palm and held it up. To the front, gently hold it up, the fire is dazzling red.

Mengluo fell into silence, didn't he?My swastika, in this way, can be explained, the illusion is melted, my ability to swastika.If Sijie is just a combination of my attacking moves and Zanpakuto, then 卍jie has the power of fusion and assimilation, just like when I learned 卍jie, Ur's Thunder Spear was not useless but was offset by assimilation , In Buzzby's battle, I fused my flames into his flames, and naturally he was able to manipulate the flames to explode. Then he used this characteristic to regain the flames. Then what Nishiki did before That is... an inexplicable irritability arose in my heart, and the negativity seemed to gradually expand because of this assumption.

"So everything you did before was of no use at all, and her seal had no effect at all." Buzzby pointed a finger at Meng Luo, and a pillar of fire burst out from between his fingers.

Meng Luo moved, dodged sideways, and when she stopped, her body shook violently, her left hand suddenly covered her cheek, and the black hair hung down, covering all her expressions.

She bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, and a voice in her consciousness screamed desperately, "Give me your body, so that I can defeat him, you think so in your heart, right? It’s not so unbearable, don’t you want to prove it? Just give me the control, and you can prove it.”

"No, you can't..." Meng Luo's voice was intermittent, and something seemed to be ignited deep in the bottom of his eyes, bit by bit eating the black of reason, and the strange red light loomed.

The white bones under her palms also slowly gathered, but under her pressure, the voice rebounded even more, and the clamor was sharp, "What are you hesitating about, don't forget that your swastika is lost, you All I can rely on now is my strength, or are you going to let the man who hurt Jin Hui go, and let Jin Hui's efforts be as he said, useless at all!"

"no……"

"Then why are you resisting, just hand over the control to me."

The bone mask under Mengluo's palm has already occupied half of the cheek, and the pupils have been stained with a layer of faint red. This redness is still slowly deepening. The depth of the redness contains a biting coldness. Spread out.

"Woman, do you want to be like that again? Have you forgotten what you did in that form?" Ulquiorra's cold voice suddenly reached his ears.

He put his hand lightly on Mengluo's shoulder, his palm was obviously cold, but Mengluo felt a strange feeling coming into his heart from there, awakening his sleeping reason, and his heart was so hot that he was devouring blood for some reason clam down.I don't know how to describe this feeling, I just remember that the moment I met those green eyes, something seemed to be fermenting in my heart, like a jar of old wine, exuding a long and mellow aroma, slowly lingering expand.

His eyes seemed to have been separated for a long time, but at the moment when they met, it was as if he saw himself who had not seen him for a long time. At this moment, he realized that the feeling was peace of mind. He didn’t have to do anything, he didn’t have to think about anything, as long as it was like this Feeling at ease, the blood redness in the eyes receded little by little, the mask on the face peeled off piece by piece, and the eyes recovered.