[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

Two days before the first snowfall, Lan Ran, who was staying in the restricted area to conduct the "collapse jade" experiment, received a birthday invitation from Captain Fuzhu.

In the letter, Wuyue's recent situation was euphemistically mentioned, and the words seemed to hope that he would take time to attend the banquet so that he could meet her and resolve the misunderstanding as soon as possible.

Aizen hesitated again and again, and wrote back only saying that he would try his best to be there. Since the schedule is uncertain, I hope Ukitake can understand.

Although his face was calm and his answers were ambiguous, on the afternoon of his birthday, he still put down his work and went to the present world alone to pick out birthday gifts for his friends.

By the way...

See if there is anything that can make girls happy...

On that day, he clearly told Wuyue not to see each other for the time being, but after a couple of months, he still missed her a little bit.

As the weather became colder, his chaotic thoughts that could not be calmed down in that sleepless autumn night seemed to have calmed down.

In recent days, it's not that he hasn't thought about the ins and outs of everything. Although Wuyue is silent and never mentions it, through her behavior and the conversation with Grimmjow, Aizen already has something in her heart. perhaps.

After leaving the Spiritual Art Institute that day, he returned home, sat on the porch and watched the moon at almost midnight.

With the advance and retreat of the clouds in the sky, the intricate thoughts like thread balls were finally sorted into a clear line.

The fact that Wuyue was the soul fragment of the goddess really surprised him, but in the final analysis, it didn't have much impact.

Because he had already guessed her special significance to the gods.

And she was in the soul world, which was already the best ending.

Lan Ran felt depressed because the situation was out of control, making his efforts in vain, and she did not give him enough trust in this matter. Knowing that he was facing misfortune but still chose to bear the stubbornness alone, he felt that Headache.

It was her sentence "I have no intention of returning to the world of souls" that really hit the sore spot and caused him unspeakable suffering.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Aizen did feel her determination to give up on him from that sentence.

Just like her statement in the farewell letter: If there is reincarnation, I will pray like this, and hope that in the endless years to come, you and I will never see each other again.

This echoing determination made him uncomfortable all night long.

When he watched Chaoyang gradually reveal its brilliance, he even began to hate himself who was disturbed and embarrassed by her.

Love is indeed a gorgeous and dangerous thing.

So much so that he, who used to be able to deal with everything with ease and had a chance to win, became involuntary and unable to express his ideas.

That's why after being bored all night, seeing her anxiously running figure, she couldn't help smiling.

That's why when she showed weakness and wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, he obviously wanted to nod and say yes, but he refused her with duplicity.

Saying not to meet for the time being is nothing more than because it is difficult to face this out-of-control heart, so I have to distance myself and force myself to calm down.

But then again...

The brown-haired man stood in front of the world-transmitting gate, suddenly covered his face in annoyance, and sighed: "This mouth is really not mine anymore, it always says things I don't want to say..."

It has been rainy and snowy for some time now, and recently the air has been damp and cold, and the wind has been bitterly cold.

Aizan, who opened the world-transmitting gate, was in a mess for several seconds in the oncoming wind and snow. After regaining his senses, he stepped on the snow and walked towards the nearby commercial street.

Christmas is approaching, everywhere is decorated with lights and festoons, crowds are crowded, and the goods in the shop are also full of beautiful things in eyes.

The sound of bells echoed everywhere, and the windows were covered with six-petal snowflakes. The lovely old man in the red hat and the little snowman were hung in various conspicuous positions.

There are mistletoe garlands everywhere, Christmas trees piled high with presents, and beautiful decorations in bright strawberry red and forest green.

Young men and women held hands and walked under the snowflakes, even the wind passing by had a sweet breath.

Lanran looked around carefully, and when the snowflakes formed a ball on his head, he finally decided to give Fuzhu a cotton Christmas hat.

After all, Captain Ukitake, who has a gentle temper and a happy face, has long white hair and likes to distribute candy and snacks to children, is too similar to Santa Claus...

While waiting for the gift to be wrapped, he walked to the outer street and was attracted by the flower shop next door. Unknowingly, he stood in the snow and stared at a basket of white roses in the window.

Maybe it was because he was looking too seriously. After the clerk in the house found out, he couldn't help but open the door and say hello to him:

"Good afternoon, sir. Do you want to buy roses? It's cold outside, so come in first. Besides white, there are many other varieties."

The crisp doorbell rang, and the slender clerk stood at the door with a clear and sweet smile, like a bowl of freshly melted sugar water.

Lan Ran looked up, saw the man's handsome appearance, and the brown pupils slowly shrank.

This person is... Phoenix Temple Chu?

The atmosphere in the flower shop is warm and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Ai Ran, who was surrounded by flowers, felt a little dizzy for a while.

The blond young man next to him was patiently introducing him to the types of roses, but his mind was full of "Why did I meet Phoenix Temple here".

"Because the language of flowers is different, we should pay special attention when sending flowers. Sir, if necessary, we can recommend suitable varieties according to the identity of the person you send flowers to." Phoenix Temple sorted out a bouquet of lavender Suddenly, he said with a smile, "But I think you should have a choice."

Lan Ran heard the sound, glanced at him indifferently, and seemed unwilling to say anything, went straight to the basket of pure white roses by the window, and said calmly: "This kind of flower is good, please help me package it so that young girls like it now. style, thank you."

"Okay." The blond youth nodded in response, with a reserved and subtle smile on his lips.

In the end, the white roses were wrapped in light champagne-colored paper into a beautiful bouquet, dotted with fresh silver drops of eucalyptus and a few pure white bellflowers. The overall collocation is fresh, elegant, simple and noble.

The man who received the bouquet thanked him politely, with an unclear expression in his eyes.

When he reached the door and was about to leave, he suddenly cleared his throat, turned to face the young man, and said in a low voice, "I forgot to ask you just now, what is the flower language of this white rose..."

"Huh?" Phoenix Temple made a doubtful voice, matched with that awkward but polite smile, as if to say "I thought you knew"...

"This, a courtship flower, is often used at weddings...to signify nobility and purity, innocence and romance, and...'I am good enough for you'."

The blond young man kept a very faint smile, and his tone was so soft that it sounded like a sigh, "If you think about it carefully, this is a kind of euphemistic confession..."

Hearing this, Aizen's expression was obviously solemn, and the movement of opening the door also stopped.

"However, there is a special story about the flower language of white roses, which makes me think that its meaning is not limited to this."

Facing the young man's supplement, Aizen didn't make a sound, and raised his eyes to signal him to continue.

The Fenghuang Temple, who understands it, doesn't hide it. After sorting out the petals on the table, he continued calmly:

"It is said that it is like this... In the Garden of Eden of roses, all roses have their own symbolic meaning, but the white rose does not. It went to ask God for it, but God asked it to find it by itself. Then the white rose was blown away by a gust of wind , its petals were scattered in the wind, and the wind brought its last beauty to the world, and gave it to people who love each other forever. At this time, the petals in the wind fell one after another and turned into pieces of white snow. I was moved by this scene The God of God sealed the white rose as a snow angel. And the white rose also found its own symbolic meaning, 'pure love'."

After telling the story briefly, the young man suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly, and said to the guests at the door, "Although they are all fabricated things, in my opinion, they also have a taste of sacrifice. Therefore, there is still a little bit of white rose. The language of flowers, that is "willing to give everything for you"... probably with a slightly sad tone, it often appears in some white funerals abroad to express respect for the deceased and eternal memory Bar……"

The sound of the Phoenix Temple is very calm, in stark contrast to the endless festival songs on the streets outside.

Looking directly at him with straight, free and easy eyes without the slightest dodge, chewing on the stories he told, the just-right embellishments and comments were like a heavy hammer, which surprised Aizen deeply.

Confession, love, sacrifice, remembrance.

A few simple words easily connect the original mess of thoughts.

Moonless never does meaningless things.

Choosing to use the white rose to create Wangchuan to permanently replace his own existence must also be trying to find a way to seal all the hard-to-speak words in it.

It's not that she doesn't want to return to the world of corpses and souls, but her irresistible fate makes it impossible for her to return.

So this time her appearance is very likely because Wang Chuan confirmed her symbolic meaning, she gave everything, sacrificed her life, or used some extreme means in exchange for it.

If this is the case, how can she laugh?

No matter how peaceful and happy the current soul world is, she has no way to stay here with peace of mind.

So in the end, she would still leave, even choosing to leave voluntarily in order not to cause trouble to others.

In Aizen's increasingly clear mind, the girl's face gradually became clear.

The smile that always had a faint shadow, the expression of helplessness and fatigue, and the long silence were all explained in a trance.

Why did you only notice it now! ?

He could no longer remain calm, he didn't care about his expression and manners, he didn't even have time to say goodbye, he even subconsciously let go of the rose in his arms, pushed open the glass door and rushed out.

The sound of the doorbell rang softly, and the petals shattered on the ground. The blond young man who was arranging the flower stand raised his eyes quietly, with a cool look like a bleak early winter.

Heavy snow fell on the street, and the goose-feather-like snow flakes wove into a dense white net, adding invisible resistance to the man's running speed.

He unfolded the world-transmitting gate and quickly jumped into it.

If he guessed correctly, Wuyue's current situation must be more dangerous than he imagined.

At nightfall, the world of Souls is full of snow, the orange-yellow roofs have been covered with thin snow, the long street is deserted, and it looks like a chilling appearance unique to winter.

Leaving the Thirteenth Division Ganyu Hall, the blond girl hid her Reiatsu and ran to the distant Bipolar Hill alone with skillful Shunpo.

She fell onto the cliff and walked slowly towards the bright moon.

The snowflakes that fell on her body forgot to melt, and when they fell from her side, they turned into pieces of pure white petals, silently filling the blank space on the ground.

At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared in the black night sky, and a woman's hand stretched out from it, grabbed one end of the sky, and forcefully tore the gap open.

In an instant, the brilliant brilliance of the Milky Way flows out of it like a waterfall, and a beautiful woman dressed in a medieval black and white maid outfit slowly appears from the starlight.

She has an elegant demeanor and a cold complexion, her delicate hair tied at the back of her head is meticulous, but her pure white apron is covered with messy blood stains.

Standing amidst the flying snow and the brilliant lights, her gloomy and solemn aura made her look like an evil god from hell.

"Found you, defected bird."

Looking down at the blond girl on the cliff, she smiled slightly, her cold expression becoming more sinister and terrifying.