silver white

"...Your Majesty Yuzhong, you just asked us to clean up the battlefield, right?" Fujima pouted, looking around the messy woods, both the tree trunks and the ground were splashed with dark red blood, and then fell down in disorder. The earth has not yet dispersed into black-clothed dark guards of Lingzi.

Seeing such a scene in the middle of the night, to be honest, Fuji really felt a little creepy.

"Escaped." The voice that responded was cold and clear.

Su Bai still held the unsheathed Zanpakudao in his hand, a stream of blood slid down the cold blade without leaving a trace.Looking down at the knife in his hand thoughtfully, one part of his hair was dyed bright red, which was particularly eye-catching against the silver-white hair.

With the night as the back, the blood-stained person looks like Shura.

Looking at the chief who is still holding the Zanpakuto, the two captains who came with Jiga Heiin felt a feeling of "fear" for this boss for the first time, facing the shock and lingering of the tragic scene in mind.

Therefore, there is no truly good person among the gods of death, no matter whether the blade in his hand is swung at the same kind or a virtual kind, it is called killing.

"You..." Jiya Heiyuan was interrupted by someone who appeared suddenly before he could speak.

"I said, why do I feel so many spiritual pressure fluctuations?" The man in the white haori seemed to have fallen from the sky, and walked over to the person who had been standing still since the beginning.

Su Bai's finger holding the handle of the knife moved slightly, his expression hidden under the shadow of his hair was gloomy, looking at Aizen, he didn't want to say anything now.

The handsome brown-haired man didn't say anything, but approached, covered her left hand holding the knife with his hand, and put his other hand around her shoulders on her hair. With a little force, he let his head rest on him. shoulders.

The whole movement is natural and intimate, and even the people watching from the side don't feel a sense of disobedience.

It was an almost reassuring hug, perhaps the first time in nearly a hundred years that they were actually this close.

The fingertips held together did not bring any different feeling, both of them just felt as if it should be like this, as if they had been used to it for a long time.

"Tired?" Lan Ran spoke softly, saying something only she could hear.

The calm eyes that have never been closed seem to be touched. In the past, the only person in this world who would notice this problem was Yoichi Sifengin. Unexpectedly, the second one was Aizen Soyousuke.

The person who understands him so well is actually him, the man who is burdened with countless sins.

The person who should be punished is trying to comfort her, how funny and teasing people.

"I'm fine."

"A fighting spirit without hatred, and a knife based purely on a sense of responsibility will not be able to cut down the opponent." She said it in her ear as if teaching, and exerted a slight force on the hand she was holding.

Yuzhong Su Bai is not cruel enough, has no hatred, and the knife he swung down is purely based on a sense of responsibility.

If you do this, you will get hurt.

There is a faint sense of helplessness in my heart, they are people on two roads after all.

But he couldn't let it go, and he was unwilling to let it go.

Su Bai didn't respond this time, his eyes hidden under his hair closed, his ideas were different after all.

She always felt that the knife infused with responsibility is the sharpest, and hatred is an irrational emotion.

It was because of this that he was so calm when facing him, without any resentment mixed in.

However, I have been calm for too long, and I can no longer tell when my emotions are sincere.

There is no absolute advantage in this world, everything is divided into two sides.

It is not the first time to experience this kind of betrayal, so there is nothing surprising.Li herself is Kurikawa Yu's wife, and it is most appropriate to help her husband and the Kurikawa family.

It's just that due to the relationship between superiors and subordinates in the past few decades, there will be a little bit of loss.

This matter is definitely extraneous, adding chaos to chaos.

"...Did you kill him?" the woman with a calm face asked.

"No." Su Bai didn't even look back, as he walked past the woman, there was a trace of blood in the air, maybe it was on his clothes, maybe it was on his hands.

However, someone spotted the problem at a glance and pointed it out directly, "I have a shoulder injury."

When someone said it all of a sudden, Su Bai couldn't help but glance sideways at that person, quite dissatisfied.

It was clear that the eyes were quite cold and plain, but Lan Ran clearly saw the meaning of reproach, and the corners of his lips curled up, and he actually smiled.

When you have someone in your heart, your mood and views will be wonderful, and you may even blindly think that everything about her is good.

It's just that he likes her, and it has nothing to do with his position.

It's just that from here on, he hasn't seen the road called the future.

How Yuzhong Su Bai will handle this matter is out of his control, how he handles it is up to him, what should be done if the disobedient chess pieces have such unpleasant actions?

Sure enough, kill it.

to be continued.