[Comprehensive] Blue dye

The forest at night is quiet and cold. For some reason, there are no animals howling tonight, and it seems peaceful on the surface.

Sometimes the moon is covered by dark clouds, and sometimes it shines on the entire forest, elongating the tangled shadows, and the shape of the trees can barely be seen.

Under the tree, Yu Gelan, who was lying in the sleeping bag, had changed into a side-sleeping position and fell asleep peacefully. On the tree, Aizen still kept his original posture, with his head down, and the shadow of his bangs covered his eyes.

Restraining his sharp aura, Aizen doesn't have to pretend to be a middle-of-the-road elegant young man. Who would know that if someone attacked him while he was sleeping, not to mention killing him, he might be close to him. He can't even do it.

Because the attacker embraces death in an instant, even if he doesn't make any sound.

The sound is not bad, at least Aizen won't be woken up by the completely negligible sound of falling leaves, but he is very sensitive to breath and the continuous circulation of air in the air, a little change is enough to wake him up, so His extraordinarily light sleep, for him, this is his nature, it cannot be changed and there is no need to change it.

Light sleep does not mean that he will not dream, although he has not had a dream for a long time.

But today is a little bit different.

He was dreaming, recalling the yellowed fragments in the depths of his memory.

Without this dream, he might never recall what he experienced in the past for the rest of his life.

Aizen thinks that recalling the past is a waste of time, even recalling the past is useless.

Aizen can see the 'present' and 'future' in his eyes, but not the 'past'. He is a man who wants to move forward. Everything that happened and experienced in the past will only be a stepping stone for him to move forward.

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He can't feel the temperature.

Cold, dark, and deadly silence spread.

The body seems to be trapped in water, the chest is heavy, the limbs are difficult to bend and stretch, and there is a feeling of being bound by insubstantial matter.

Where is he here and why is he here?

No one could give him an answer.

He didn't like being restrained, so he started to paddle his hands upstream, his five senses didn't work, he wasn't sure if the direction was right, but a voice in his heart told him that doing so could get him out of the current situation.

Believe it or not, it's better than staying where you are.

After paddling, it turned out that he was right. After swimming in the dark liquid for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the top floor, his body broke through the water, and the black liquid slid down along the curve of the pure white body, and finally merged into the water, meeting the big one. Areas of black water combine together.

The lean body was smooth and spotless, there was no trace of the pitch-black liquid on his body, only the long brown hair was wet and stuck to his back.

Out of the water, the first move is to follow the instinct to stretch the huge wings on the back. The length of a single wing is almost equal to the sum of the two of them. The pure white, not soft hard wings are like this It fully unfolded in a flash, and the black water was thrown into the air, leaving no marks on the wings that were harder than steel.

He flapped his wings, flapping slowly but without losing the rhythm, the waving wings made his body completely leave the water surface, and the black liquid dripped into the water surface from the tip of his toes, causing waves of ripples.

The sound of flapping wings kept ringing, and his body flew into the air. He stretched out his hands and put them under his eyes. They were very ordinary hands, without protruding sharp nails, and the knuckles were clearly slender and strong.

【White……】

He squeezed it hard, then let go, turning his eyes to the dark water surface, and he saw his face clearly.

Except the whites of the eyes are black and the hair is brown, the rest are all white.

The color of the eyes is silvery white, the wings are white, the limbs are white, the body is white, even the mask on the face is white.

Without commenting on the whole body, his fingertips tentatively touched the mask on his face.

His mask is similar to a human skeleton, the two rows of teeth are completely exposed, even the roots of the teeth are no exception, the parts of the eyes are hollowed out so that he can see things, and there are symmetrical curved sharp corners at the temples.

The fingers leave the mask as if losing interest in it, and touch the hollow of the chest instead.

【Heart……? 】

Key words were searched in the chaotic memory, an organ that should exist under the palm, but he didn't, he didn't know what he was.

A series of questions appeared in his mind, but he did not rush to find the answer, but began to observe his surroundings.

It was very dark, but he could see clearly in such an environment. There was a large black water under his feet, and there seemed to be a place to stay in the distance. He flapped his wings vigorously, turned around and flew there.

After flying for a while, he arrived at the destination smoothly, and there was a real touch under his feet. He didn't waste time in the same place, and walked straight forward, reflexively recording what he saw on the way.

Keep walking, keep walking, only the sound of his own footsteps lingering in his ears in the pitch-black space, it is impossible to estimate how much time has passed, and finally a spot of light appeared directly in front of him, and the spot of light grew bigger as he went forward, the glaring light made him squint his eyes.

The whole person fell into the light source, opened his eyes the next moment, but found that he hadn't 'walked out' at all.

The original bright light source is just an illusion caused by being in an extremely dark space, and it only becomes a little bit brighter when it passes through the light to reach another place.

The new space is quite different from the previous one, filled with stone pillars connected from the top floor to the bottom floor, the only thing in common is——

There is no living body.

He explored everywhere, walked all the areas he could walk, and finally returned to the place that was originally filled with the ink-colored liquid.

He discovered that 'here' (referring to the birthplace) was underground.

During the exploration, he saw many life forms with similar appearance. He didn't think that those life forms should be classified as "the same kind". They had different colors and characteristics. The most important thing was that they were hostile to him and dared to take the initiative to attack him. Regardless of whether they are qualified to be his kind, just being hostile is enough for him to judge those life forms as enemies.

Using his innate fighting ability to kill the attackers, he didn't even touch a drop of blood, his white body was spotless, the strange silver-white pupils behind the mask were calm, his cold eyes swept across the broken corpses on the ground, he raised his feet and walked around pass and leave immediately.

Then, he came back here, instinctively returning to the original point of thinking.

He didn't know how long he had been in the ground, there was no timekeeping here, the unchanging scenery, and the life forms he judged as low-end (not smart enough) all made him feel dull.He looked but couldn't find an exit, so he decided to build one himself.

Back to the place where he was originally born, he was going to blow off the 'ceiling' directly above. The black water could just slow down the impact of falling stones and stop the chain reaction.

With the fingertips pointing up, black light balls condense on the top, flashing and flashing to show the restlessness and danger of the energy, compressed to the extreme and then shot out instantly, the energy hits the 'ceiling' straight, and the stones fall off with a huge booming sound.

Using his wings to wave away the stones that were thrown at his body, he did not make any extra movements. After all the stones were submerged in the water, he raised his head and looked directly at the well-sized hole above.

The wings were pressed down hard, the wind pressure scraped the water surface, and his body was ejected upwards like a cannonball. His figure just disappeared into the hole blasted by one hand.

The author has something to say:

Blue God Daxu form, open!

It is similar to Ichigo's horned form, the two are related, and I will talk about ww in a long time