Toshiro's kitten

Shouted Miss Konghe behind her.

Ever since Miss Yeyi threw away the 26th peach pit, she couldn't stand Shiro Dong's snail's speed anymore, and kicked Shiro Dong off the roof with one kick.He picked up a stack of tiles and headed straight for the remaining roof, so Miss Yeyi's Shunbu figure sprung up everywhere on the roof, dazzled everyone on the ground.

Until Ms. Yeyi waited for a long time, she didn't wait for the next pile of tiles thrown by Konghe, she turned her head and glared, but she received an innocent look on Miss Konghe's face, and she spread her hands-"Yeyi, the tiles are gone!" .”

Miss Yeyi's eyes were burning with flames, she walked in front of Konghe, and closed her eyes forbearance, the aura of anger was very shocking, her right hand was swiftly stretched behind her back, and the surroundings were filled with darkness in an instant - at this moment, our general Xingjun The legion commander was holding a bright Zanpakuto in his hand.

"Go, move the tiles for me." After Miss Yeyi yawned completely, she waved her hand lazily, and the entire Xing Jun disappeared instantly.With a plop, he fell into Konghe's arms, "Come on, give me a shoulder squeeze!"

Scene 3:

"Mr. Kisuke, may I ask..." I looked at the strange machine in front of me and asked in confusion.

"Toshiro brand painting machine—Test product No. [-]." Mr. Kisuke is like a deep scientist at this time. The white paper fan has been sent to Ms. Kuzuru for firewood, and two big white hands are working on the keyboard. Crackling operation on the screen, at the same time muttering incessantly, "Press the ** key first, when the collapse point fills the ** device with gas from the liquid guide port, enter the password #￥%... &*&￥%#%%...￥#@, well, it's very simple, and then after simple programming...**&##@##%￥%**(&...#), start the machine side wall the black button, repeat to agree to the command, and press the red button before programming, repeat the programming, and then press the white button..."

After 25 minutes - "After pressing the dark blue button, the brushes and special paint are installed. Well, we can start. See, it's very simple, Xiaoxue see - huh?"

"Xuejian is already cooking, idiot!" Dong Shilang beside him ate a mouthful of watermelon.

Scene 4:

"Miss Konghe, there is no fire." I looked at Miss Konghe who was sitting on the roof helping Miss Yeyi throw tiles with some embarrassment.

"Oh! Here we come!"

When I was trembling and lying down on the ladder, I met Dongshiro's dissatisfied eyes again, "Dongshiro..."

"Secretly climb this high next time... Hmph!" The boy in front of him turned his head and left dissatisfied. On the other side, Miss Konghe's voice came from the kitchen, "Konghe Firework No. 701——Firefly!"

Scene 5:

"Dongshiro—there's not enough shaved ice..." Xuejian shouted from the kitchen.

Toshirō Hitsugaya, the foreman who was supervising the work by the porch, frowned and walked towards the inner room——"These guys~!"

"Didn't there be a lot left just now—" Dong Shilang saw the empty pot on the table as soon as he walked into the kitchen, which was as clean as a mirror, "really gone?"

"Well, Mr. Haiyan just took a break and ate some, and Miss Yeichi also said it was hot, so he and Miss Konghe ate up the rest. Then Mr. Kisuke and Mr. Byakuya's share is gone."

"Sit upright in the frosty sky—" Toshiro fixed his eyes on the pot, and drew out the Zanpakuto with an attitude that would not let it be seen as a pot of shaved ice.Xue Jian's craftsmanship is indeed not to be picked, I am afraid that she will be so tired that I only ate 5 bowls today, I looked at Xue Jian with sweat all over her face, and unwillingly spit out the sip in my mouth for a long time The original explanation: "Binglun Wan."

Looking at the brand new house in front of me, I gently held Dongshiro's hand, this is our new home...

"Speaking of which, it's better not to live here tonight." Mr. Kisuke at the side shook a paper fan and looked at Toshiro and me.

"Why?" Toshiro glanced dissatisfied at Kisuke Urahara, who had "I'm a bad guy" written all over his face.

"The paint I painted is anti-moth, anti-rain, anti-electricity, anti-wind, and anti-virtual. If you don't want to sleep and become a spirit, you'd better let it dry. hehe."

"Since that's the case, come to my house. It just so happens that they always talk about seeing each other recently." Haiyan invited very generously.

"Tonight, to celebrate my pyrotechnic master's successful invention of small fireworks, I decided to have a carnival at Kongzuru's house until midnight!" Kongzuru hugged Xue Jian's body and laughed, "By the way, let Ganju and the others know what it is to be a role model for the younger generation!"

"Then I'm sorry to disturb you tonight." I bowed in Miss Konghe's arms awkwardly.

Dong Shilang patted Miss Konghe's prosthetic right hand away, and pulled me back: "Take your fire stick away!"

The author has something to say:

I just woke up at three o'clock this afternoon, and just about to open the webpage to update the novel, I froze there.The headline on the front page reads "Liu Xiang withdraws from 110m hurdles due to injury"

It was even more unbelievable than being struck by lightning, so I hurried to the major websites to check the news.

After watching it, the whole person becomes very heavy.

Now I just hope that Liu Xiang can recover from his injuries and get through this difficult time, and that he will not be under too much pressure.

you sure?

When autumn leaves and snow covered every corner of Mao and was slowly replaced by cherry blossoms again, Toshiro has become a sixth-generation student.

After finishing his studies as a third-time student, Toshiro skipped a grade to sixth-time student under the arrangement of Ms. Yeichi.However, after all, I still passed by the last six-year-old student who just graduated—I heard from Brother Haiyan that sister Chimori is already the [-]th member of the fifth team...

In the world of corpses and souls, the unit of time calculation is too small. Before I knew it, it had been nearly a year and a half since Winter Shiro picked me up.During this year, Shiro Dong grew taller and became more mature, and I also made many friends: brother Haiyan, sister Konghe, and brother Baizai.

Actually, I originally planned to call Mr. Bai Zai, but when I called Haiyan "brother", Mr. Bai Zai frowned obviously.It wasn't until Mr. Bai Zai left that Brother Haiyan told me that they were actually students of the same class.However, I still think it would be more reassuring to call Mr.

The dazzling fireworks at Shiba’s house, the fruity fruits in the garden, the cherry blossoms and snow in Kuchiki’s house in winter, those colorful memories remain in my life, engraving a rich and colorful stroke.

Today is the day to go to Kuchiki's house - Night Breeze said, if there is still nothing to do today, maybe Mrs. Feizhen really wants to...

Sighing lightly, I left the campus in a blink of an eye.

"Call me, Xuejian—the master I truly recognize..." The sigh was so soft, it disappeared without a trace under the whistling wind.

Kuchiki house:

"You're here." Bai Zai watched as the white cat that suddenly appeared by his side put down the teacup, the tea in the cup was slightly rippling - today is her last day...

"I will do my best, and I hope Brother Bai Zai can protect me outside the barrier." I drank the tea in my hand, turned and left.

Looking at the white figure walking towards the inner room, Bai Zai felt a little unconfident: Even Xuejian, who is usually the most polite and calm, forgot to wrap her hairband?

I prepared the tools in my sleeve pocket, looked at the white hair band that I had forgotten, reached out to pick it up, covered my two white ears and tied my long hair.The white kimono sleeves were rolled up round and round until the white forearms were exposed.

"Blue water, mist of dreams, pure white air, entwined with silk and cocoons—the Festival of Cang!" The moment he opened his arms, the blue light spreading from his chest enveloped every corner of the inner room, The faint blue light flickered for a moment and then disappeared.Byakuya sat outside the corridor, holding a thousand cherry blossoms in his hand. Although the inner room was empty at this time, as if there was no one in it, he knew that his mission had already begun.

"Let's dance, Night Breeze—a dream of healing." After I hypnotized Mrs. Feizhen to sleep, I carefully peeled off her clothes.

I injected the special spiritual pressure potion into several parts of her body, and I took the quilt to cover Mrs. Feizhen's body.

The time is only [-] hours - after the acupuncture and internal organ restoration treatments have failed one after another, only the spiritual pressure medicine developed this winter can continue her survival.

In other words, a coma like this has been going on since this winter.

I remember, one day I was preparing lunch with Toshiro at home, when suddenly there was a huge burst of spiritual pressure outside the house.When I went out to look, I found that Brother Bai Zai was already standing in the yard, "Fei Zhen suddenly lost consciousness, please come here."

When I left Kuchiki's house that night, it was already snowing, but my forehead was still dripping with sweat.The rush to prepare the spiritual pressure medicine made me almost exhaust all my spiritual power at that time. From that day on, Mrs. Fei Zhen's body had already developed a drug-resistant reaction to the injection of spiritual pressure and Ye Feng's Shijie from acupuncture and moxibustion.

I arrived at Kuchiki's house at noon, and when the treatment ended, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning.

Mrs. Feizhen also fell into a coma from that day on, and the injection of spiritual pressure medicine four times a day barely kept her spirit body alive.

Giving her the dream of healing at this time is just because she doesn't want Madam Feizhen to suffer too much during the treatment process...

Bai Zai, who was outside the barrier, looked at the empty inner room and his palms began to sweat slowly: time was relentlessly passing, 3 hours, 51 minutes and 16 seconds.

It is still a pure white world, a pure white self, Xue Jian touches the surface of the water——still nothing