rain forest

There is a very profound proposition in Aoki Qingmiao's little mind, he feels that he is a contradictory person.Obviously he is in awe of Aoki Qingwu, but he can't help running to his room to sleep.

Especially after the amiable and lovely patriarch was taken away by the bad man who laughed and hated.

In late autumn, it gets dark very early, and the foxes who work at sunrise and rest at sunset are getting ready for bed early.Aoki Aomae hugged her quilt, and under the white-haired man's deliberate ignorance, she skillfully made her own bed beside Aoki Qingwu's couch, and then slipped in to sleep.

After the little guy lay down, Aoki Qingwu blew out the candle, and also lay down to rest.He acquiesced and pampered the child.

The little boy didn't know sorrow, and fell asleep not long after lying down.

He dreamed of the forest in front of his house. At dawn, the forest would wake up and be surrounded by mist.

"Let's go, go pick apples." A lazy and cold female voice came from behind, and Aoki Qingtong, who was wearing a white hunting coat, came with a basket on his shoulders.

"Master Patriarch!" The little guy turned his head when he heard the sound, and flew over to hug Aoki, his eyes were red accidentally.

Aoki's voice was puzzled: "What's the matter? Did you have a nightmare?"

Aoki Aomiao was stunned for a moment, he didn't know where his sudden sadness came from, so he nodded indiscriminately.

Aoki took the little thing off his body and held hands instead: "Don't spoil the fun early in the morning, you are the one who clamored to come out."

Aoki Qingmiao nodded nervously, he couldn't let the fun down, if the patriarch got upset and turned back, he wouldn't be able to play.

The apple trees hidden in the verdant forest bear red fruits, which are particularly eye-catching among the green onions. The night dew has not yet dispersed, and the small water droplets on the apples are shining in the thin morning light.

"It looks delicious!" Aoki Qingmiao cheered and climbed up the ridiculously tall apple tree.He sat on the branch of a tree and picked an apple. He looked down for the green tree, but only saw a green tree crown—he was sitting on the tallest tree in the forest.

The little guy panicked, and he shouted, "Master Patriarch?"

Aoki's voice came clearly: "What's wrong?"

Hearing the voice, Aoki Qingmiao felt relieved, and he yelled loudly and asked: "I picked an apple, can I throw it down for you?"

Aoki Qingtong replied: "Taste first to see if it's sweet, if not, we'll come back next time."

The patriarch is really smart!

The little guy thought so, and took a bite of the apple with a click. It was crisp and sweet.

However, at this time, the world was suddenly dark.

Aoki Qingmiao was at a loss while pinching the apple, before he panicked, the voice that reassured him sounded again.

"May your life be safe, Aoki Qingmiao."

Putting a hand on the top of his head, he saw the patriarch's smiling face, the little guy didn't know how to describe it, he only knew that the most beautiful fox in the Aoki clan had an unprecedented smile, even he who was a fox was amazed.

That is the smile with no burden after everything is over, it is the elder's unconscious care for the younger generation.

Aoki Qingmiao is too young, he doesn't understand.

Aoki Aomiao didn't realize that the apple in her hand had disappeared.

He saw the patriarch spread out his palms, holding out a ball of flames and handing them to him.

"Happy birthday."

The flame on the palm sank into the body, and after a short pause, it swept across the whole body.

In the blue flames, Aoki Qingmiao was unconscious. He heard the sound of his own bones jointing. He knew that he had unconsciously changed back to the fox form, and the tailbone was sore and painful. This is because he was growing his tail.

Purebred foxes switch forms as adults, split their tails, and their human form grows overnight.

Aoki Qingtong is a mixed blood, her growth is much slower, and it is more difficult to split her tail.

The flame went out, and Aoki Qingmiao automatically turned into a human form again.

His body suddenly jumped from Aoki's waist to Aoki's shoulder.

Aoki patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Come on, patriarch."

"Wait." Aoki Aomae, who was already a teenager, seemed to understand something, and hurriedly grabbed Aoki's sleeve, "Where are you going?"

"I am going to a place far away."

Light appeared in the darkness, the light emanated from Aoki's body, lit up from the far end, and finally converged into a long river.

"I went to a place deeper than the end of the Hyakki Night Walk."

■

Aoki Aomiao woke up suddenly.

As soon as he raised his head, Aoki Qingwu stood in front of him holding a candlestick, the man's cold blue eyes were full of insightful light.

The boy hugged the man's leg and cried out with a "wow": "The patriarch... The patriarch is dead..."

"The patriarch of the Qingmu clan will not die." The man's words made the young man raise his head suddenly, but his next sentence instantly extinguished the hope in the young man's eyes, "Now you are the patriarch."

Aoki Qingwu's eyes passed through the window lattice, and turned to a certain direction: "The current patriarch of the Aoki clan, come with me to pick up Aoki Qingtong and go home."

A man with silver-purple hair stood outside the torii gate.

There was a smile on his face, but no one was more suitable for the word lost than him.

Seeing the person he was holding in his arms, Aoki Aomiao exploded in an instant: "Bastard—!"

As if by instinct, a blue flame erupted from his body, rushing towards Ichimaru Gin with great momentum.

The expression of the man who had lost his soul changed, and the posture of the man who was about to be swallowed by the flames was relaxed, thinking: "Oh, what a familiar color."

Before the flame hurt Ichimaru Gin, Aoki Qinggo raised his arm and waved his sleeve, and the flame went out instantly.

"Thank you for sending back the former head of our clan." Aoki Qingwu stepped forward and took Aoki from Ichimaru Gin.

The silver-haired man hugged Aoki's back and turned to walk back. When he passed by Aoki Aomiao, he said nonchalantly: "I'm going back."

Aoki Aomae didn't dare to resist, her eyes were red, she stared at Ichimaru fiercely and turned to leave.

Ichimaru Gin stood there watching them leave, until their figures disappeared into the darkness, then slowly turned around and left.

The man returned to the virtual circle, and was told that Aizen was waiting for him, and Gin Ichimaru went forward with a flawless smile.

Aizan asked gently: "Where did you go, Yin?"

Ichimaru Gin replied truthfully: "Send Aoki Aoki's body back to the Aoki Clan's land."

Lan Ran's fingers tapping on the countertop paused: "Qingtong, are you dead?"

He looked at Ichimaru with surprised and shocked eyes for a long time, as if he didn't believe it, but also as if he wanted to find something from the man's face.

Shimaru Silver smiled, but there was nothing in the smile: "Yes, she died."

Aizen sighed regretfully: "Yin, will you hate me for this?"

Ichimaru silver said: "If you want to achieve hegemony, sacrifice is inevitable." He said, "I thought she died a long time ago, and I am very satisfied to see her again."

Satisfy.

The time spent with her was like a dream.

A glimpse in the underground fighting arena determines her life.

Speaking of which, he didn't realize until now that Aoki Qingtong was dragged into Aizen's conspiracy because of him.

If I had known this was the result.

Had she known it would have killed her.

If I had known earlier, I would have fallen in love with her.

He would rather not have met her from the beginning.

He lived with her in the worm's nest, he fled with her, he was teased by people in the [-]th District with her, and he worked with her in Jinglingting.He runs with her in the middle of the night, and he travels with her.

Playing around and laughing, Ichimaru Yin didn't know when their relationship started to change.

All he knew was that even though he knew that this relationship was to quench thirst with poison, even if he was given a chance, he would still be happy.

And, thank you Dade.

Lan Ran's expression was more ambitious than usual in regret: "It's really troublesome. The flame left by Qingtong has been extinguished. This should have something to do with her death. It's really difficult, the blessing of the ancient gods ..."

bless?

Ichimaru silver found it funny and ironic.

Did your fairy ancestor bless you, Aoki Qingtong?

■

In Ichimaru Gin's perception, the following days were thrilling and muddled.

Just as Aoki Qingtong predicted, Aizen didn't succeed.

No matter how well prepared Lan Ran is, no matter how defiant Beng Yu's ability is, no matter how big the gap between Shinigami and Po Mian is.

The evil prevailed, and he failed.

And his Ichimaru silver, also failed.

The feeling of life passing by is so fast and intense that even the pain is ignored.

When he saw Matsumoto Rangiku's crying face, the man thought, he couldn't keep any of the things he wanted to keep.

Consciousness gradually blurred, Matsumoto Rangiku's face could no longer be seen clearly, Ichimaru Gin felt unprecedentedly relaxed.Whether it is responsibility or obsession, at this time, he can let go.

As the darkness subsided little by little, Ichimaru Gin slightly curled the corners of his mouth, that was a relieved smile.

After human beings die, they reach the world of corpses and souls, so where will the god of death go after death?

Ichimaru Gin, who regained consciousness, stood in the darkness with his hands clasped leisurely.His spiritual pressure disappeared, and so did the scars all over his body.

There is a little light from the side and rear, a white hazy light.

It was a white paper lantern being picked up on an ebony pole, and the hand holding the lantern was steady.A man with white clothes and white hair came out of the darkness, bringing light.

The faint light illuminated the darkness, and Ichimaru Gin saw a path sandwiched between lush bamboo forests in front of him, and the floating lanterns on both sides of the path lit up orange-white light one after another.

Aoki Qingwu walked up to Ichimaru with a lantern in his hand, "I'll give you a ride."

Ichimaru Gin behaved very decently, bent slightly: "Thank you."

The two stepped onto the path one after the other, the rustling of bamboo leaves filled their ears, and they couldn't hear the footsteps. Gin Ichimaru lowered his head, but he couldn't see the road at all, but the touch of the slightly wet soil under his feet was real.

The silver-purple-haired man remained calm, and continued walking with the corner of his mouth raised.

The light from the lantern could only illuminate a small circle in front and back, and the surrounding area was shrouded in darkness, with dense bamboo forests and no end in sight.The passage of time became blurred in this slightly treacherous environment, and Ichimaru walked patiently.

After some time, they came to the end of the bamboo forest.

At the end of the bamboo forest is an open space. There is an exquisite white stone table on the open space, and two stone benches are placed facing each other.

There is a jug of wine and two wine cups on the table.

Aoki Qingwu inserted the lantern into the lamp socket, and the light from the lantern could just illuminate the area within the stone bench.

The man in white clothes and white hair bowed to Ichimaru Gin and said, "I'll send it here. Please wait here for now. Someone will accompany you on the next road."

Ichimaru silver still said: "Thank you."

Aoki Qingwu left, his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Ichimaru Gin opened a wine cup and poured himself a glass of wine, sniffing, but there was no smell.

The man laughed and drank it all in one gulp. The rich aroma of wine filled his mouth, which was familiar.

Ichimaru Gin was taken aback for a moment, but still smiled, and filled the other wine cup with a smile.

He touched his own wine glass to the other and said, "Cheers."

The man raised the wine cup to the corner of his mouth, lowering his gaze.Unexpectedly, a voice came from the darkness——

"I haven't arrived yet, who are you drinking with?"

Someone walked into the small area illuminated by the lantern, with white hair and green eyes, she raised her eyebrows: "Could it be that it wasn't me?"

Ichimaru Silver smiled: "How could it be? Isn't it because I was left behind by you...Cheers——"

"—Little Aoki."

Aoki Qingtong narrowed his eyes and looked at the man in front of him distrustfully, finally picked up the wine cup and touched the man: "Cheers."

The pattern outlined in silver lines on the white sari reflected the light.Aoki Qingtong raised the lantern: "Let's go. I will accompany you on the next road."

The cool-colored lantern light becomes warmer in an instant, and the warm orange light spreads out in waves, depicting a bustling scene, like every lively night market in the world, with vendors, bathrobes, and tourists.The candle flames at the eaves corners of the shop fainted into a soft orange ball.

The crowd passed by them, Gin Ichimaru stood beside Aoki.

"Oh," he said, and he took the woman's hand, "but don't get lost."

"How long is this road?" he asked.

Aoki Qingtong smiled, a soft and satisfying smile blossomed on the corners of her lips, overwhelming the country and the city.

"It's as long as you want it to be."