[Death] Xiao Ran Yimeng

?But the moment Mengluo called out my name again, I suddenly realized that the answer to the question was not as important as I imagined. Now, as long as she smiled and called me, "Xizhu" was enough.

Yeyi once asked me: "You are not afraid to teach her too successfully, and it will be a headache if she stands on the opposite side of the soul world." At that time, I didn't answer, in fact, I already had the answer at that time Yes, I didn't realize until now that she won't, because she is Mengluo...

If it is said that I trust Mengluo, it would be better to say that I only gave the same amount of trust. When Mengluo said that I would drink that cup of tea with her, she trusted her without reservation, because she clearly knew Ye Yi existed but never asked.As she said, she chooses not to ask because she cares. If she asks, she will have the desire to continue, and that desire will breed suspicion, jealousy, and ugliness.It's better to believe that you don't know anything...

Just like the white she likes, it is pure and free of impurities, but I have dyed this white with other things. I lied to her to achieve my goal, in order to maintain the current peace, even if the starting point It's good, but I made it dirty.Even though it was covered with a new piece of white paper later, the gray was faintly revealed.

I regret it, I suddenly regretted destroying it, maybe since then I have lost the qualification to stand by her side.

"The tea is cold, don't refill it, it won't taste the same anymore." In the end, all she left was this sentence.

Yes, many things have changed after the washing of time, maybe we can no longer find our original heart, but Meng Luo still drinks it, still persist?

Even if your identity changes, even if the eyes of the people around you change, even if there are many obstacles, do you still stick to your original intention?

Really, I'm still so self-righteous, with a single-minded attitude towards things, poor acting skills, usually like to be lazy, and stubbornly stick to my own opinion, but this is the dream...

I drank the tea in my hand, it was really bitter.

But it was agreed at the beginning that I would drink with you. This is an agreement. This time, let me support you and do what you want. Mengluo, I just need to watch from where I am. There's no stopping you've found what you've been looking for and it's my turn to try to trust you...

final choice ([-])

When Mengluo's voice slowly sounded, a crack appeared in the space in front of him, as if an invisible giant hand tore it apart forcefully, revealing the black background behind, and a figure stepped out in this black, step by step. No rush, no arrogance or rashness, there is a kind of natural leisure.

"Just like you thought, I'm here to get my things back."

"What a surprise, you would choose such a high-profile way to appear on the stage. I thought you would take a sneak attack or something? I have been on guard for a long time, and I would have relaxed a little earlier." Meng Luo shrugged helplessly. His mouth was teasing, but his eyes never moved away from Lan Ran.

"I should praise you. It seems to be full of flaws, but it is actually a bait. The only blind spot is to break through the one behind you. I'm afraid that if I make a move to meet me, it will be an overwhelming counterattack." Lan Ran He glanced at the Jingu behind Mengluo pointedly, "A sneak attack that loses a one-hit kill can't be called a sneak attack. It seems that you have prepared a lot to fight me."

"It's a pity that it was seen through. Forget it, anyway, I didn't expect it to have much effect." Meng Luo moved, the knife was unsheathed, and a silver flower flashed.

"Because you are going to be seen through, did you choose to attack directly to take the initiative?" Lan Ran raised his knife to block Meng Luo's slashing blade, and the two maintained a strange stiffness, "So anxious, don't you want to continue chatting with me?" , how about chatting while fighting, I have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

"No need, the problem between us cannot be mediated by words, so there is no need to waste your time talking about the last layer of false disguise." The blade in Meng Luo's hand began to glow red, and the red flame was on it The pulse is flowing smoothly, as if something is conceived and born.

Feeling the strange spiritual pressure on the knife, Lan Ran's heart tightened slightly, and he retreated quickly. The moment he moved, a pillar of fire burst out from the knife, and the flames on the blade continuously poured into it , The pillar of fire contained scorching heat and rushed towards Aizen.

The red brilliance grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes, Aizen wanted to swing the Zanpakuto in his hand, but suddenly froze, his whole body's movements were collapsed at that delicate point, and he couldn't move a single bit anymore.

It turned out that the Zanpakuto was entangled to death by an extended sword chain at some point. Looking along the chain, Mengluo was in a pulling posture at the other end. Pulling the knife chain tightly, the leg suddenly exerted strength, and the whole person swooped down along the knife chain, and his right leg was like a whip, mixed with the sound of hunting and the strong wind, and slammed towards Lan Ran whip.

dilemma!

There was a pillar of fire in front of him in an instant, and the attack from behind was imminent.

However, Lanran caught Mengluo's attack with one hand as if he hadn't seen the pillar of fire. The huge impact force made him take two steps back. The distance between these two steps and the pillar of fire was almost zero, and the tongue of fire had already touched Touching his back, he pretended he had never heard of all this, and smiled lightly, "It's really hard work, but you seem to have forgotten my ability, how can you be sure that what you see is not an illusion."

Meng Luo's eyes flickered, and the blue dye in front of him had disappeared, replaced by raging flames.

"Boom" came a loud noise like thunder.

Aizen just stood there in leisurely silence until Meng Luo's figure reappeared in the thick smoke before saying: "Excellent reflexes, did you block that blow at the last moment? But it was just blocking it, you There is no way to cut me with your knife, you have completely abandoned the position between us, since you have lost the position, there is no reason for us to fight, and your knife has lost its weight."

His eyes fell on her. She was only dressed in white, and she had replaced the deadly outfit that symbolized the identity of the god of death, and replaced it with the outfit she had just arrived here. Graceful arc.

There was still a slight smile on her lips, and she said lightly: "You are right, now I am indeed not here as a god of death, now I am Mengluo, and the reason why I am standing here is not because The confrontation between you and the soul world, you say it is yours, but it does not belong to you, you are not recognized at all; you say that such a knife cannot touch you, in my opinion, it is enough, I have something else on my knife, which is enough to cut you."

"Really? What you mean is that your sword is for protection, not for different positions. It's wrong. People have thoughts from the beginning, and different starting points lead to different ideas. There are also differences between different ideas. There is a collision. In order to eliminate this collision and make other people's ideas subordinate to one's own, there are words, arguments, intrigues, tricks, violence, all of which originate from different positions, and all of these must be resolved There is also fighting, so your protection is simply a reason for fighting due to differences."

Meng Luo's hand holding the knife unconsciously tightened, and said in a condensed voice: "You mean that the positions between me and Ur are different?"

"Isn't it? I believe you have met him before, and the differences between you have arisen since then." Aizen's brown eyes were particularly deep, and there seemed to be a whirlpool in his eyes, with some kind of bewilderment The attraction of people's hearts, his voice kept ringing in his ears like hypnosis, "Ulquiola has already made a choice, he chose not you, but you, the one who was abandoned..."

A drop of sweat leaked from Mengluo's temples, and there was a crack in the smile she kept, and the crack was still expanding. She took a deep breath and said, "As you said, my swinging knife comes from the stand. If there are differences, then I don’t mind resolving it by fighting, because at the end of the fighting, all positions and differences will also end.”

She let out a low cry, stepped lightly on her feet, and swooped towards Lan Ran in a startled manner. The blade in her hand drew a silver light, and the blade pointed directly at the center of Lan Ran's eyebrows. He kept smiling, but the next second the smile froze at the corner of his lips.

Meng Luo didn't rush towards him, but instead turned his direction, and the Zanpakutao in his hand pierced a point in the void.

"Ding"

A crisp impact sound came from the field, but the knife that was supposed to pierce the air suddenly stopped, and there were circles of ripples in the space at the tip of the knife, and a figure emerged from it. Aizen outside, and the Zanpakuto in his hand blocked Mengluo's attack.

He looked at Mengluo, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, and said, "It seems to have been discovered."

"I don't have the habit of giving my back to the enemy. I have never underestimated your beauty."

"Really? How can you be sure that what you are seeing now is not a mirror image? You must know that my ability is completely hypnotic. How can you be sure of the reality in the hallucination?"

"Of course I can be sure that you don't really think that I was just waiting idly before you appeared. Except for the useless traps I used before, I used an absolute blockade to confine this space where we fight, which limits the beauty of the world. After that, the flame in the battle is not a simple flame. Whether you or I break it up, it will make me inside