[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

No one wants to be described as "poor" by others.

Especially the king who is aloof and arrogant.

This is not an ordinary evaluation, but enough to make him experience the mockery and irony of shame.

The owner of Xuye Palace also showed a dissatisfied expression of being offended, but after he carefully looked at the appearance of the blonde girl, a little confusion gradually appeared on his gloomy face.

Her demeanor is compassionate and elegant, and her amber eyes are filled with plain sunlight, so clear and pure, like an untouchable sky.

What made Wang feel even more humiliated was probably not the ridicule, but the meaning of "poor", which was very sincere and true.

"Wuyue, your pitiful gaze should have annoyed me..." Lan Ran smiled quietly, a bit of helplessness and sadness were slowly spreading under the half-drowned eyelids, "Maybe I should say something to make you Experience the consequences of angering me, but now... I actually think it is more important to appease your emotions... After all this is said, even I can't help but feel a little pitiful..."

The bleeding from the wound had stopped, he put Wuyue's hand on the poem page, and slowly left her side.

Sitting on the opposite sofa engulfed by shadows, the young Wang leaned back slowly, raised his head, looked at the white dome and closed his eyes gently, "I should have made it clear to you about friends and lovers, I There is no need for this kind of existence..."

The unconvincing reasoning made Wuyue feel ridiculous, "Since you don't need it, why bother to keep me... You should let Dongxian get rid of me... You can't be friends or lovers, and you can't even Subordinates who are valuable can't do it, so it's useless for you to keep me like this..."

The calm, smiling voice made the man's brow furrow into a sad arc.

He raised one hand and lazily covered his eyes, blocking the bright sunlight that was about to crawl on his face, "Moonless, I have said it many times, I have expectations for you."

The prudent words seem familiar, with familiar tenderness and consideration, as if to push people into a false dream.

It's a pity that Wuyue didn't want to listen to his ambiguous excuses anymore, she unconsciously closed the book in her hand, lowered her head and said with a soft smile:

"Then tell me what you're expecting."

The moment Aizen suddenly opened her eyes when she heard the sound, she added her thoughts again, "Actually, I don't care what the truth is, because I never thought of accepting..."

The man staring at the dome widened his eyes in surprise, and he clearly heard the sound of the girl getting up to place the book.

And her emotionless inner confession:

"My wish to come to Xuquan to send Chu Chu off has been fulfilled. Now I have no nostalgia or regrets. Even if you kill me on the spot, I will be willing... So, in order not to let yourself down, please take this Giving precious expectations to others... I am an ordinary person with limited abilities, and I will never be able to fathom the will of the gods... Please forgive my inability to do so and stop here... Lord Aizen..."

Moonless, don't call me that.

Struggling inwardly, she was calling her name, but her body, which had not recovered from the shock, could not do the same.

Slowly raising her arms, Aizen glanced sideways and saw the girl in black walking towards the door.

She smiled at him calmly and distantly, and her decisive footsteps seemed to imply that she really didn't want to have any entanglements with him in her heart.

"Can you open the door, please? I want to go out to get some air..." The girl who stood there smiled awkwardly after trying several times but failed to open the door.

Aizen was silent for a long time, and then slowly straightened up.

With his fingers resting on his forehead, he combed the messy hair back casually, then left the sofa and walked slowly and heavily towards Wuyue.

"You've said so much, but you haven't thought about it... Do I have something to say to you too..."

A long shadow hangs down at her feet, looking at the man who is getting closer, she shifts her body uncomfortably, giving way to the door, keeping a distance from him, and she still doesn't forget to answer him with a smile: "I haven't thought about it, but if you I really have something to say, and I will listen carefully to what you have to say..."

She felt that she was not afraid, but with the increasingly clear footsteps and the shadow climbing up her body, an unreasonable sense of oppression also invaded her whole body.

"Wuyue, you should really want to stay by my side and seriously hurt me... Why did you suddenly say you want to give up after you have been dormant for so long... Is it because of Phoenix Temple? He is already important enough to you to shake your heart Is it to the extent..."

The man's honest voice was entwined with majesty and ambiguity, but his downward gaze was extremely gentle, caressing every corner of the girl's body carefully.

It was as if she wanted to search out the sentences that really matched her inner panic from her forced calm body language.

"Tell me, what is the relationship between you and him..." He suddenly approached, stretched out his hands against the door, and trapped the petite her in his arms.

The amber pupil contracted for a while, showing that its owner was in trouble.

Wuyue tensed her body and leaned against the door, her chaotic brain quickly calmed down under the sharp eyes of the other party:

"If you want me to characterize this relationship...then I can only tell you..." She bit her lower lip and said cautiously and resolutely, "I only confirmed it after he left. The first love that I couldn't even say 'I like you'."

It was eerily quiet all around.

Only the heartbeats of the two of them rose and fell one after another.

The handsome man's face was instantly covered with an extremely ugly expression, his fingertips tightened and slid down, making a tooth-piercing rubbing sound on the door.

"First love? How could you say such a thing..." He laughed dumbfounded, and retorted loudly in an unbelievable tone, "Don't forget, the Phoenix Temple is the chief culprit who killed you. Of!"

"I know, he confessed to me as early as in Soul Soul Realm." The blond girl responded surprisingly calmly, "He has been ashamed of me, and has been trying to recover, until he disappeared completely, trying to fulfill his oath... So you don't have to use this to provoke me, I've already forgiven him..."

The arrogant man was stunned suddenly, his chaotic thinking was difficult to calm down for a long time.

"Wuyue... I am also trying my best to make up for and save the harm I caused you. You can forgive him, can you forgive me too?"

The face-to-face question made the blond girl silent for two seconds, and then asked back: "Then you answer me first, if you do it all over again, on the morning of June [-], will you still kill me?"

The day that was suddenly mentioned was like a star, finally causing the conflict that the two tried their best to avoid to burst, and for a while, no one was spared.

Aizen's whole body was explaining what the word "struggle" meant. He restrained his undulating chest, and his eyes alternated between pain and helplessness, making his elegant and deep brown eyes bloodshot.

"At that point, killing you was my inevitable choice...I never regret this decision..."

"Really." Wuyue curled her lips, "Isn't the answer to your question obvious... How can I forgive a person who has never had even a trace of guilt or remorse after killing others..."

She kept a gentle smile, and her unwavering emotions were like a breeze, making it impossible to grasp.

The man who had always been calm and sure of winning suddenly had his eyes flushed, "It seems that there is only hatred left between us..."

The angry and extremely aggrieved eyes made Wuyue wonder if she had said something particularly nasty.

She subconsciously shifted her gaze, and said softly: "You misunderstood, hatred can also connect you and me, so I will let go of all the grievances between me and you, and no longer be imprisoned by hatred... This does not mean that I forgive you, but that I forgive you. , I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, I don't even want to give you hatred."

It was obviously a topic about love, hatred, life and death, but she said it in a nonsensical tone, as if discussing what to eat tomorrow morning.

The brown eyes were visibly shaken, and Aizen's lips were tightly closed.

Thousands of words, nothing to say.

The spirit pressure that stretched its teeth and claws calmed down in an instant, and the strange sense of oppression gradually disappeared. The middle-aged man lowered his arms desolately, and a cool wind gushed through the crack of the door.

As if he was afraid that the emotional outburst would make it hard for both of them to end, he restrained his aura of a king who was on the verge of swords, lowered his head, and left the study without saying a word.

Out of the corner of the girl's eyes, she caught a glimpse of the majestic figure, drowning in the shady corridor, covered with several layers of embarrassment by the shadow.

When the footsteps disappeared, she blinked in pain and walked slowly towards the other end of the corridor.

overnight.

The unique bleak atmosphere of late autumn invaded the entire palace.

After cutting off the fetters, the girl in black who was out of tune with the people around her continued to shuttle around the palaces looking for fun.

The only difference is that she is not used to the decreasing temperature in the virtual circle, and often wakes up from her sleep because of the cold.

When I first arrived, I had a similar experience.

It's just that Aizen took great care of her at that time, and would often appear at night to help her arrange the raised quilt corners and the hair under her body, or simply lie beside her, gently hugging her into her arms through the quilt.

Get rid of those ruthless moves.

He is also a nuanced and understanding man.

When I think about it carefully, there is not only pain between me and him, some disturbing moments and moments of laughter have also existed real and vividly.

The frequency of his heartbeat and the temperature of his palm.

A low voice with a smile when speaking.

Favorite black tea concentration and water temperature.

And when he said her name, he didn't even notice the tenderness.

Because of this, she is very clear.

Rein in the precipice before sinking into deeper pain.

The short-lived and hot friendship at the end of summer cannot bear fruit in late autumn, and it is destined not to survive the barren winter that follows.

Wuyue didn't know that this was the first few late nights when she woke up suddenly.

In the dry and cold air, she caught a glimpse of the orange and red maple trees swaying in the moonlight outside the window, complementing the gloomy buildings, forming a heroic and sad strange landscape.

As early as the season when the temperature of the present world just dropped, the owner of Xuye Palace started to prepare, decorating the scope of her daily activities into a magnificent and vast autumn landscape.

In order to comfort her grief of losing her best friend, he also arranged for Dongxian to bring her delicious food every day in the name of redemption.

In addition to various fish such as saury suitable for eating in season, there are also different varieties of chestnut dim sum, exquisitely shaped and well-crafted Lianki and Luoyan, and even sukiyaki.

But these thoughtful objects not only did not arouse her interest, but were often forgotten by her.

Dongxian probably sincerely repented. When the food delivered countless times was returned intact, he finally mustered up the courage to find Wuyue and apologize to her for the choice that day.

"In any case, I will apologize with death."

Wuyue looked out of the window silently, remembering the intention expressed by this man in the name of the novel - "If the great cause is successful, I will wash away my sins with death; my life".

Since he has to die anyway.

Looking indifferently at the snacks on the table, she only said a word to Dongxian: "I'm tired of eating and ordering in the soul world. It's getting colder. I want hot chocolate and matcha-flavored margaritas."

After getting the answer, the brown-skinned young man was at a loss for words for a long time, and finally sighed, covered the upper half of his face with one hand, and tried to calm his voice and replied: "Thank you...Kana...for not embarrassing me..."

The girl didn't answer, she looked at a plate of falling geese in the shape of a maple leaf, which lay lazily on the sofa.

Blinking her eyes, her thoughts returned to the quiet late autumn night again. The scent of cookies still lingered in the tea room, sweet and greasy, which made people unable to sleep.

Does that person have trouble falling asleep now?

Weird thoughts broke into her mind, Wuyue frowned suddenly, and patted her forehead to wake herself up.

Now I really have no sleepiness at all.

She rolled over and got out of bed, wanting to drink a glass of water in the tea room.

When stepping on the dry moonlight, she suddenly remembered that the solar term of her birth was approaching.

This is a melancholy season, and with this special time, it is easier to feel nostalgic.

Suddenly, she wanted to go home.

Holding half a glass of cold water, the pensive blond girl couldn't help standing by the table in a daze.

Until a steady male voice broke the silence:

"Wu Yue, why don't you rest well..."

This voice is—Aizen?

She was so frightened that she almost threw the cup on the ground, Wu Yue looked at the man who was slowly walking towards her in the darkness, "You...why are you here..."

Aizen's eyelids were half drooped, looking a bit sleepy.

He didn't seem to want to answer, he just took the teacup in her hand, put it on the table, and said lightly while adding water: "This is the cup I used..."

Eh! ?

There was a chill all over her body, and the girl subconsciously covered her mouth.

"I lied to you." The man whispered, with a calm expression on his face, as if he had succeeded, overflowing from the corners of his brows and eyes.

The girl was angry and embarrassed, she turned around and wanted to leave, but was firmly held back by the other party:

"Now that your body and memory have recovered, I want to send you home to meet your family on your birthday, and end your biggest obsession in this life... It should also be the return gift you gave me for the silk thread with the box handle ..."

The owner of Bengyu that night was not wearing a coat, only a narrow-sleeved kimono very similar to Shiba's outfit.

His body line was evenly and meticulously outlined on the pitch-black cloth, and his originally slender physique was portrayed more and more powerfully.

The sharp aura that was once hidden by the white captain's haori or coat, now without any hindrance, filled every corner of the room without any scruples.

Even Wuyue, who accidentally stepped into this place, could hardly resist falling into his gloomy and capable aura.

The thoughts buried in her heart were unexpectedly answered. She was stunned for a long time before she recovered from the intimidating situation and asked, "What is your purpose for doing this?"

"If you have to choose one of the many reasons...the simplest and most important one is just..."

Aizen's voice was so lazy and hoarse that people could not hear clearly. He bent down, stared at the girl in front of him with equal eyesight, and whispered softly:

"I want to make you happy, that's all..."

With such a proposal, Wu Yue should have been overjoyed.

But her attention shifted after seeing Aizen's face at a close distance.

She suddenly realized——

I haven't seen him for a few days, and he seems to have lost some weight.

The author has something to say:

Aizen: I'm a little nervous to see my father-in-law and mother-in-law.