Walking the Fox

"Qianye, tell Brother Ichigo, what does it mean to make a decision? Who is he? What witch? What Asura king? What are you hiding from us?" Turned around by Kurosaki Ichigo, he was forced to face him and bear the inner problems of him and those present.

"Brother Ichigo, what you heard and what happened just now, you should just pretend that you haven't heard of it. It hasn't happened. The winter battle has already begun, and you have more important things to do. Don't worry about me. It's okay. Just now Just treat it as a small episode." She had already experienced the ending of that incident in her previous life, and even if she hadn't experienced it, she would have known the final outcome a long time ago, Fei Wang's plan would not succeed, and neither would this world. something will happen.

Kurosaki Ichigo saw Echizen Chiba's refusal to speak, and his complexion sank. It was the first time that this girl had concealed so many things from him since she was a child.

Just when he was about to say something, the voice of a hungry stomach suddenly sounded, and the girl touched her belly, drooped her shoulders, and squatted on the ground.

'Grumble--'

My stomach growled again, and louder than before.

"Very hungry," she said, her voice becoming limp.

"..." The corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, Kurosaki Ichigo didn't know what expression to put on the girl now, this girl ruined all the atmosphere at once. "You... well, forget it." Shaking his head, Kurosaki Ichigo squatted down and sat on the ground. "If you have any difficulties, come to me. No matter what happens, Brother Ichigo will support you to the end." With his hands curled into fists, he knocked on his chest three times, which is not only heroic, but also shows that Kurosaki Ichigo The promise to Echizen Chiba is not false.

She raised her head, turned her head slightly, and glanced at the serious expression on the orange-haired boy's face. The girl smiled, and the corners of her mouth curved, revealing the two cute little canine teeth in her mouth. "Brother Ichigo, I'm so hungry."

"..." Seeing her cry of hunger, Kurosaki Ichigo was at a loss. There are no weeds around here, even if it is difficult to catch a game, he suddenly realized that he should bring some food with him even if he is fighting outside the house, otherwise he would be like It would be bad if the girl was so hungry.

Scratching his head helplessly, Kurosaki Ichigo was tangled.

The tense atmosphere just now dissipated when Echizen Chiba's stomach protested.

Kuchiki Byakuya stared at the direction where King Asura disappeared just now, with a serious expression on his face. He could feel that it was a mysterious force different from their death gods.

He is not the only one, the captain Toshirō Hitsugaya also sensed the mysterious power of King Ashura's presence here.

Turning his head to look at the girl, he found that she was looking at him, and her emerald green eyes suddenly met those black eyes that were as deep as a deep pool.He didn't know why, but with just one glance, he could understand what she was thinking. She hoped that they would not intervene, let alone ask about the little accident just now.

Don't ask, don't mention... who are you?

The doubts in his heart are like a seed, which germinates, grows, and grows strong... It entangles his whole body, but the silver-haired boy understands that even if he wants to ask, the girl will not answer him.

The girl in front of him has the most stubborn side, which he gradually discovered after getting along for a long time.

"When you see Matsumoto later, you'll have something to eat." Walking up to the girl, the silver-haired boy, who wasn't much taller even if he was standing, stretched out his hand and rubbed her head. "Did you come here without eating?"

"No, Ah Yin just took me to dinner before I met Shiro Dong." She raised her head, her black eyes were like a pool of water, and the water was shining. When I looked carefully, I found that her eye sockets were actually stained with a thin layer of water. vapor. "I'm so hungry that I can't even walk, Dongshiro, can you carry me on your back?"

For a second, the silver-haired boy stared at her helplessly, until he stretched out his hand to help her from a squatting position to a standing position.Immediately, he found that he seemed to be getting used to interacting with her more and more. No matter what he did or what she did, they could understand each other with just one movement or one look. It was a tacit understanding.

Easily carrying the girl who was much taller than him on his back, the silver-haired boy looked up at Kurosaki Ichigo with a strange expression, frowned and said, "What are you looking at? Kurosaki."

"Ah, no, I always feel that you are so short and carry Chiba who is taller than you, it's a bit..." Before he finished speaking, the sharp Hirinmaru rested on Kurosaki Ichigo's neck.Frightened by the silver-haired boy's expression at the moment, the orange-haired boy with a height of 1.7 meters [-] screamed: "Dongshiro, do you want to murder? Doesn't that mean you... woo..." He still didn't finish speaking. His lower back was hit by a load, his body trembled from the pain, and he turned his head to look behind him.

"I'm sorry, Captain Hitsugaya, please forgive this idiot Ichigo's outspokenness." I saw Kuchiki Rukia, who had been cured by Inoue Orihime for the most part, with a look of "Kurosaki Ichigo is an idiot, please don't hold back." With a stern expression like a fool's, he bowed to Toshirō Hitsugaya.

With the Hirinmaru back, the silver-haired boy with veins bursting out on his forehead walked out with the girl on his back. He didn't want to talk to Kurosaki Ichigo, a blunt idiot!

Lying on the silver-haired boy's back, she giggled loudly.

"Hehe, Dongshiro doesn't need to be so concerned about height. No matter whether you will grow taller in the future, I won't dislike you." This was just a quick talk, but when she finished speaking, the silver-haired boy and She was stunned.

There was a pause in his steps, and a trace of confusion appeared in the eyes of the silver-haired boy.

What does this mean?

She bit her lip, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit awkward at the moment, the hand on the silver-haired boy's shoulder tightly clenched the other's clothes, and a thin trace of sweat leaked out of her palm due to tension.

These words shouldn't be said at this time, they are just ordinary friends now, she can't imagine the price of that layer of window paper being pierced.

Now Hitsugaya Toshiro, the only thing he cares about is Hina Morimomo.

She knew, always knew.

"Qianye." The silver-haired boy was the first to break the embarrassing silence. "I will grow taller in the future, so I won't be a dwarf all my life." He changed the topic to his own height, and the girl knew that he wanted to use this to resolve the embarrassment of the casual words just now.

"Well, Shiro Dong will grow taller." She believed it, but she never saw the day when he grew taller, because after that, she watched him disappear from her eyes.

The hand that was holding his clothes loosened, and the girl buried her face in the other's shoulder.

"I'm so hungry." She muttered, her voice was very soft, but the silver-haired boy still heard it.

"When we find Matsumoto, you will have something to eat." He raised his hand, subconsciously bent to touch her head, but found that this movement seemed a little difficult, Shi Shiran put down his hand, and the silver-haired boy was carrying her on his back Walked out of the cold hall.

The sky is still blue and white clouds outside, and the warm sun shines on them from top to bottom, making them feel warm.

"It's so warm," she murmured again.

"I really want to sleep."

"Then get some sleep." The silver-haired boy said.

"No, it's not time to sleep, me, I'll just squat for a while." The hungry growled, her stomach was protesting to her, but how could there be anything to wrap her stomach now?Closing her eyes, she forced herself to squint for a while to forget the temporary hunger.

Sure enough, foodies are unaffordable, and one cannot live without food.

Facing the enemy in the future, you have to prepare food, how sad it is.

The person on the back seemed to have fallen asleep, and his well-proportioned breathing was steady and powerful. The silver-haired boy glanced sideways at the small part of the forehead that was exposed on the other side, and couldn't help but curl his mouth slightly, revealing a silent smile.

What brings them close?What made him indulge her?Toshirō Hitsugaya still hasn't figured out why he feels the girl on his back is so familiar, as if she should be by his side.

This feeling was difficult to control, which made him even more uneasy at first.

As time went by, he gradually got used to it and got used to it.

Habit is a terrible word.

However, since he accepts it, he will not be afraid.

"Toshiro." Behind him, Kurosaki Ichigo's voice came.

Turning around with the girl on his back, the expression on the silver-haired boy's face returned to its usual sternness.

He doesn't like to laugh, and always has a mature and steady frown expression on his face.

This is a habit he has had since he was a child. You see, the habit is indeed terrible.

"What's the matter? Kurosaki." The silver-haired boy didn't correct what Kurosaki Ichigo called him. Anyway, no matter how much he didn't like it being called by his name directly, the orange-haired boy wouldn't listen.

"Let's go, I can feel the Reiatsu of Renji and the others nearby."

"Don't wait for Captain Kuchiki and them?" the silver-haired boy asked.

"No, I think they will come over soon." There are several strands of spiritual pressure not far from here, and three strands are familiar, as for the other three strands... He really doesn't want it to be that person. It's a perverted guy.

Nodding slightly, the boy listened, then used Shunpo behind his back, and left the place with Kurosaki Ichigo.

Soon, they arrived nearby.

There, a fierce battle is going on, a perverted battle belonging to the captain of the [-]th Division, Nie Yingli.

--to be continued--

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