[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

In the obsidian-like silent night sky, a crescent moon hangs as always.

It seems that it has entered a deeper winter, and the moonlight that fills this barren world is getting colder and biting.

None of these differences were felt before.

Why is this.

The blue-haired young man was lying on the silver-white sand, with his hands behind his head, his legs crossed, and he was thinking quietly.

Without Aizen's rule, the virtual circle became anarchic, and countless shabby minions squeezed into the Xuye Palace, messing up the original majestic and mysterious palace.

The members of the Ten Blades who stood at the top of the virtual circle were almost dead, and after the men, Grimmjow was the only one left.

Now, he can pat his chest and say that he is the strongest man in the virtual world.

However, it doesn't seem to be interesting.

The other remaining member was the three-bladed Heribel who went out with Aizen and was slashed by him and fell off the battlefield.

She accidentally saved her life, and she is currently recuperating in Xuye Palace.She was also very puzzled about the fact that she was not killed by Aizen.

Grimmjow, who was informed of the situation at the time, didn't say anything, but walked out of the palace silently, remembering what someone said to him before he died, "Aizen is just a person who is weak in emotion, but definitely not a heartless person." Kind of words.

Maybe she really understands Aizen more deeply than others, but it is because of this understanding that she becomes a prisoner.

About a day ago, when she came back from Soul Soul World with him, she was still talking in high spirits.

Although he was exhausted, he could only lie on his back.

But the free and easy tone of speech makes it hard to believe that her life has entered the countdown.

Grimmjow thought carefully about her voice, the body temperature behind him, and the various moments of getting along with her before.

A living person suddenly becomes a memory.

Unexpectedly, it was difficult for him to accept.

When I think of her, I feel uncomfortable all over.The chest is congested, the brain is not clear, the eye sockets will become hot, and even the mouth will have a bitter taste.

Unspeakable emotions made him very unhappy, and his mood became more irritable and restless.

He felt that he should go to the sun and get a good night's sleep.

But the man-made canopy was pierced by the green-eyed guy and the yellow-haired kid, and finally collapsed.

The Xuye Palace was too noisy, and he longed for peace of mind, so he could only wander in the desolate desert like his original self.

The cold wind blew gently, and he closed his eyes, remembering her light and watery smile.

In Soul World, she also talked a lot about Aizen with the long-haired captain.

Grimmjow listened quietly, feeling uncomfortable.

When the black cavity was closed, he asked: "That guy has already been sealed, can't you live well? It doesn't matter if you become a void, anyway, you are weak, and I can protect you."

The blonde girl did become weak, but her tone was smiling: "Thank you, but I don't want to go on like this anymore, all stories have to have a conclusion.

"He was just sealed, but he won't die... When I appeared in Soul Soul World, I could still hear him calling my name. He said he would fulfill his promise and wait for me to start again...

"But I don't want to have any entanglements with him anymore, even if he overthrew the soul world with justice in his heart, even if he is really not a pure villain..."

They walked in a dark cavity, and the distant exit began to seep light.

Wu Yue paused, and suddenly said to him seriously:

"So I believe that when his heart becomes softer, he will definitely change the world again. But it must not be the extreme method of sacrificing 10 lives. There must be other methods."

Grimmjow stared at her deeply, "You are giving him a chance to reform himself."

"It's not to give him a chance. I don't have that ability. I can only do my best to create an opportunity that can help him understand and repent."

After hearing her words, Grimmjow only felt it was ridiculous.

"For him, do everything you can, even give up your life, is it worth it?"

Wuyue shook her head with a solemn expression, "Of course it's not worth it for a man, but if a person's death can be exchanged for his consciousness and drive him to change all tragedies, including my own, then why would I Don't do it."

Grimmjow was in a daze when he heard it, and he didn't know where to start. He was stunned for a while before following her pace of departure again.

Stepping into the soft gray desert, the girl's back was trembling. Without saying a word, he stepped in front of her and arched his back, grabbed her arm and hung it around his neck. He easily raised his hand and lifted her back. up.

The faint body temperature pervaded his back, and he heard her whispering from the noisy wind:

"Sure enough, I still feel sorry for you...I'm sorry, Grimmjow, for involving you..."

"Tch, what nonsense... I just helped you because I saw Aizen's embarrassing appearance. My goal is about to be achieved, and it's too late to be happy. Who wants to listen to your apologetic apology..."

He opened his mouth dismissively, clearly feeling the last trace of Saar Apollo's spiritual pressure wrapped around her body began to dissipate.

The girl is sighing.

"The only person who bears a secret will become lonely, because no one can say those words...I'm really sorry for making you such a person..."

The young man smiled hastily, "Idiot, the person who bears the secret and the owner of the secret are two people who share the same secret. Where does the loneliness come from? I'm not lonely, not at all."

The laughter suddenly stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall, the pain made his blue eyebrows knotted.

"I just miss you," he said softly.

The girl leaning on his shoulder was silent for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Thank you. If there is still a chance, next time, let me protect you."

Without any heroic spirit, and unable to utter any heroic words, Grimmjow just blinked in a lonely way, and stopped at the place where the blond boy had disappeared.

"The place you were looking for is here."

The development of all stories is doomed that it will have a result.

Landing without a moon, she took out the test tube that Saar Apollo gave her from the lapel.

The water-blue liquid poured down from the nozzle, and the moment it landed on her palm, it automatically swam and solidified into a transparent blue arrow.

She is leaving.

Grimmjow, who already knew the ending, still felt uneasy.

Seeing that she turned the direction of the arrow, and was about to pierce the empty hole in her chest, he suddenly took a step forward and snatched the arrow away.

"I'm not trying to stop you, I just feel..." Under the girl's surprised eyes, he clasped his weapon tightly and explained, "It's the end, leave this sin to me, you're fine, take it easy leave……"

At that time, she still kept smiling, although she was not good-looking, "That's why I want to say sorry, I always let you bear all these... You don't need to show that sad expression, anyway, one day, we will meet again Arrived."

Wuyue nodded solemnly, emphasizing again - "One day."

The last spiritual pressure line broke.The white mask suddenly covered the girl's cheeks.

The blue arrow shone brightly in the moonlight, and the young man who was determined to become the executioner did not hesitate at all.

The memories became so detailed and lengthy that Grimmjow didn't know how much time had passed.

He found that he couldn't remember what it was like when Wu Yue died.

Did you forget?wrong.

Because he didn't want to face up to the fact that she left, he subconsciously chose to close his eyes at that time.

The clearest thing in the revolving lantern of memory is only a group of fragmented spirit particles, which shine with the unique phosphorous color of the master's aura, and gradually annihilate and disappear in the process of flying high and far away.

Little by little the flames were extinguished in the dark night.

Grimmjow didn't know if she had reached the highest point in the sky, nor did she know where she went.

The more I think about it, the more irritable I become.

He turned over and got up from the ground, shook his clothes, and shook off the sand sticking to his body, then put his hands in his pockets as usual, leaned forward and walked towards Xuye Palace.

He seems to understand two problems that have been bothering him for a long time:

Feeling that the moonlight is getting colder is because he has understood warmth;

The uncomfortable feeling that is pressed in the heart is called "sadness".

He is Xu who only knows how to kill and destroy, and he doesn't like this kind of wet and sticky touch like falling into water.

Is it really sad?

Yes.But not all.

why.

She was smiling when she left.

But where did the fragments of the soul go?

The cyan-colored spirit particle powder floats and floats. They pass through the moonlight and darkness, the evening wind and clouds, and are reborn in another chaotic void at the moment of losing their luster.

The mottled spots of light tugged and moved, as if with some kind of consciousness, they came to a damp and decayed arched wooden door one after another.

The brown door opened slowly, and the phosphorous light went against the wind direction, quietly drifting into the exquisite garden with thousands of roses behind the arch.

They bypassed the path paved with colorful gravel, circling around the statue of the goddess holding water flowers, stained with mist like a veil.

After hesitating for a while, he swayed up the top of the fountain and flew towards the ancient tower that had collapsed in half.

This place seems to have suffered war, the magnificent dome drooping in the air dying, covering the dilapidated circular terrace under the feet.

Prosperous climbing plants decorate the decayed walls, stretching in from the broken window sills, weaving green branches and crimson flowers into new shelters, sifting a piece of green sunlight into crumbs, pouring on the rattan sofa and On the table and chairs.

A piece of parchment was spread out on the tea table made of white rattan.

The dancing spirit seeds poked open the gaps between the flowers and leaves, followed the trajectory of the sun, and fell into the rolled paper one by one among the jumping dust.

The quiet courtyard picked up the wind.

The girl in a retro white dress woke up from the chaise longue.

Phosphorescent reflections passed through those ice-blue eyes that were cold and bright like jewels.

She didn't get up until the last spirit seed disappeared, she threw the blanket covering her legs on the couch, stepped on the brick with her bare feet, combed her long blond hair carelessly, walked to the table, took a Picked up the parchment.

Following her movements, the previously shaded flowers and leaves seem to be ordered to retract and retreat obediently, allowing brighter light to break into the terrace.

Under the bright light, the girl's eyes are half-closed, and her elf-like face carries an innate superiority and a worldly nobility.

The dazzling blond hair was immersed in the sunlight, blending with soft halos, covering her tall figure, exuding a sense of holiness and solemnity that cannot be seen directly.

After reading the content on the paper, she chuckled and whispered, "I have received your wish."