rain forest

Black imaginary circle, white palace.

Footsteps echoed in the narrow and high passage.

Ichimaru Gin opened the door for Aoki, the familiar Reiatsu poured out, Aizen was already waiting for them.

"It's been a long time, Qingtong." The man sat lazily, propped his head on one hand, and looked down condescendingly, his pressure filled the entire hall.

Aoki Qingtong raised her head slightly, and calmly looked back at Lan Ran's eyes, with a faint smile on her lips, cold and charming: "I never thought I would see you again, Master Lan Ran."

Ichimaru Gin stood aside holding the handle of the knife, his back bent into an innocuous arc, he lowered his head slightly, and only the constant arc of his mouth could be seen under the too long bangs.

He still remembered that when he was a teenager, the stubborn girl added a respectful name to Aizen's name with a reluctant expression, and even almost forced Dongxian to draw his sword at each other.

But now, the honorific slipped out of her mouth smoothly, Aoki Qingtong has an aura not inferior to Aizen.

Really, the man sighed in his heart, how time flies.

"I asked Yin to fetch the flame," Lan Ran smiled slightly surprised, "I didn't expect him to bring you here."

Aoki bent the corner of her mouth, a beam of flame appeared on her chest, the blue color was purer than what Aizen and Ichimaru had ever seen, "You want it."

The reflection of the flame jumped in Lan Ran's eyes, and the smile on the corner of the man's mouth remained unchanged: "Do you know why I want this flame?"

Aoki and Ichimaru didn't answer, and Aizen didn't expect their answer, so he continued on his own: "The Aoki clan has the blood of gods. Although it has been passed down to your generation, it is almost nonexistent, but it is better than nothing." Xu said, "The flames of your clan have been passed down from the beginning to the present, and they are the closest thing to gods—not to mention these illusory things, but the power it has absorbed from the patriarchs of the past generations cannot be ignored after so many years. "

"With it, creating a king key will be more effective." Aizen's explanation ends here.

Aoki said bluntly: "Take it."

Aizen smiled gently: "For such a precious thing, you must be fully prepared. During this period of time, please deign to stay in Xuye Palace for a while. If you need anything, please tell Yin directly. "

Ichimaru Gin bent down and stretched out his hand: "Please."

Aoki bowed to Aizen: "Farewell."

Aizen smiled politely: "No."

The etiquette in the three-person room is thoughtful, perfect to the point of falsehood.

"Your room is next to mine, call me anytime you need something." Shimaru Gin walked around the white corridor for a while, brought Aoki to a room, and said politely.

Aoki nodded expressionlessly, and the response was equally polite: "Thank you." Then he walked into the room.

Ichimaru Gin stretched out his hand to hold her, the formulaic politeness disappeared, and he asked sourly in Aoki's familiar tone: "Little Aoki, how can it be so indifferent when we meet again after a long absence."

Aoki contacted the previous conversation, slowly turned his gaze, and fixedly looked at Shimaru: "I don't want to have sex with you."

Ichimaru Gin looked at the miserable white bedding in the room: "I don't want to either, the conditions are too poor."

He stretched out his fingers around a strand of Aoki's hair, and pressed Aoki against the wall: "However, this is always okay, right?"

The man kissed her with a roughness that seemed eager.Ichimaru Gin moved heavily, and Aoki slammed the back of his head against the wall, and couldn't help grunting.

This sound pleased Ichimaru, and Aoki heard his gloating laughter.The man's hand covered the back of her head thoughtfully.

The kiss, which was intense from the beginning, became more and more unmanageable as it progressed.

Aoki grabbed Ichimaru's skirt unconsciously, his nails scratched the man's skin, making the man tremble.

Following instinct, Ichimaru Gin's hand holding the back of Aoki's head slowly moved down, from the head to the back of the neck, and then the shoulders, the sliding movement was like stroking along the hair, Aoki felt very comfortable.

The long and deep kiss made Aoki's slightly pale skin turn pink, from the cheeks to the neck.Ichimaru Gin's kiss moved down accordingly, Aoki was about to soften, and an uncontrollable moan came out of his throat.

Shimaru moved down, she could no longer grab his lapel, but hooked his shoulder instead, almost hanging her whole weight on him.

Ichimaru's movements seemed to electrify her body, Aoki bit his lip to suppress his unbearable voice, but he couldn't restrain the slight and continuous trembling of his body.

"Don't...don't be like this..." The skirt was ripped open, and the wet and warm touch invaded, Aoki couldn't help begging for mercy, and her face became even redder when she said the words. The picture appeared in her mind inappropriately.

——Also, it cannot be said to be inappropriate.

"It's too embarrassing, Xiao Aoki." Ichimaru Gin's voice was panting.He entered the room with Aoki in his arms, and pushed against the door—the sound of footsteps gradually increased.

The moment the man closed the door and had no time to do anything to her, Aoki pushed Ichimaru away.

Reluctantly, his legs were weak, and he staggered backwards due to inertia. Gin Ichimaru laughed out "huh" and reached out to grab her.

That smile is carefree, so bright that it dazzles the eye.

It's a pity that Ichimaru Gin couldn't stand still, and was brought down by Aoki.

The European-style room was covered with plush carpets, and the two fell down without pain, and even their voices were soft.The shock spread along the ground, and the footsteps outside the door suddenly stopped, and then gradually drifted away.

Aoki narrowed his eyes: "Very familiar Reiatsu."

Ichimaru Gin said: "It's Ulquiorra, the one with a wink among the bad guys."

Aoki looked at Ichimaru's face close at hand: "Is that blue leopard still there?"

"Yes," Ichimaru lay half on Aoki's body, unable to get up, pecking at the woman's side face from time to time, "No. 60 blade, Grimmjow. I have a good relationship with Ulquiorra, the four blade."

The man's perennially pale face was covered with a thin layer of red, and the real happiness in the curvature of his lips could not be hidden.

Aoki tilted his head to avoid the man's movements, but after Ichimaru Gin stopped, he took the initiative to go up and kiss him.

"It's been a long time, but you haven't changed." A pleasant and gentle smile appeared on the woman's face, which was completely different from her usual cold appearance.

Ichimaru Gin smiled: "You have changed a lot."

Aoki nodded: "Have you died once?" She said briefly, "I went back to the world of corpses and souls, and I only showed Kuchiki Byakuya the things you hid in the wine jar."

"How is this possible? How can I show the love letter I gave you to others, especially Kuchiki Byakuya." Ichimaru Gin complained, blowing on Aoki's neck as punishment.

Because of the itching, Aoki hid aside: "Your love letter is too innovative, I need to find a smart person to translate it."

"Speaking of which," Aoki placed his hands on Ichimaru's dishonest head, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the man's sight, "After Tsuchimikado Atsushi's death, a tomb was erected. Why wasn't Zanpakuto buried in the coffin?"

"Buried, why not." The man's tone was taken for granted, "It's just not buried with the clothes. Didn't some people even bury the ashes in two places?"

"That's really embarrassing." Aoki withdrew his hand and stood up, "I dug it out."

Ichimaru then stood up, glanced at Aoki's waist: "Oh, why didn't you bring it?"

"Is it buried in two places?"

One Soul World, one Inari Shrine.

It's all about her roots.

However, none of them belonged to her.