Byakuya's son

"Beep beep..." There was a rapid humming sound from a pentagonal wooden sign with a black skull on the table. With the rapid humming, the hollow eyes of the skeleton also The light kept flashing, and Ichigo raised his head sleepily, and then he was about to bury his head in the bed. School was about to start, and he decided to cherish the remaining few days, especially the time for sleeping in, so he ignored it.

"Get up! Ichigo!" A yellow lion doll drew an arc from the air, with its legs spread apart, and sat on the neck of Ichigo who was about to tuck his head into the bed with great precision, and then put two The fluffy hand desperately covered Ichigo's mouth and nose, giving Ichigo who was still in a daze just now an illusion of a ghost pressing the bed.

After struggling for a few times, he finally pulled off the guy on his face like he was pulling tape. At this moment, the whites of Ichigo's eyes were faintly red, "Soul, you bastard, are you trying to murder!?"

"Take it easy! The cotton will come out!" Ichigo's body was grasped in the air by one hand, Soul resisted in vain the fingers that firmly grasped his head, "Xu! It's Xu!"

"Uh... I'm sorry." His expression changed slightly, and he apologized without sincerity. Ichigo casually pressed the object he was struggling with on his head and on the quilt, and thrust his fingers abruptly from the lion doll's mouth. He went in, took out a green pill, and threw it into his mouth, and Ichigo, who was wearing a deadly costume, pulled out of his body in an instant, "Before I come back, please... eh?"

The wooden sign stopped screaming, and the eyes of the skeleton on it returned to being hollow, which made Ichigo, who was already half body leaning out of the window, shrink back, "Her reaction disappeared, um, is it Uryu? No... ...He has...could it be Chadu?"

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Gently crossing Xu's corpse that was gradually disappearing and cut in half by himself, Tong Ming put the blade back into the sheath as he walked, but he immediately stopped in his tracks, and glanced at the corner of the side, "Come out, sneaky Do you think I can't feel you?"

"What... the smell of this Reiatsu, I almost thought it was that guy named Ichigo..." A young man with a weird hairstyle with shaved blond hair like a round watermelon had a strong local accent in his strange voice, This accent is slightly similar to Ichimaru Gin's accent, but not exactly the same. In short, with the same Kansai accent, this guy's accent is much more ruffian, so this first impression makes Tongming feel a lot worse, especially It was this guy who was clearly wearing a white shirt and a tie, but he walked out like a ruffian on the street and ruined what seemed to be a famous brand of clothes. This ruffian stared at Tong Ming for a long time. , raised his eyebrows, "Who are you?... Huh? Are you the captain of the ninth squad? Or are you from Kuchiki's family?"

The visitor saw the white feathers on Tongming's body and the hair accessories on his head, which made him immediately understand the identity of the visitor.

Tong Ming frowned at the completely relaxed tone that was almost rude, but compared to these, he also faintly felt the terrifying power contained in the body of the guy in front of him who was not standing upright, and he slowly drew the knife again. He came out, "In this city, there seem to be more wanted criminals running around than I thought... Who are you? Also, what is the relationship between you and Kisuke Urahara?"

A guy of this level appeared in Karakura Town. If he said he didn't know that clog hat, he wouldn't believe it.

"Do you still know Kisuke?" Hearing Tongming's question, the young man finally put away his slightly awkward smile. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly slapped his thigh, "I remember! I know who you are Now, put away the knife, I am not your enemy."

"Whether it's an enemy or not is up to you." Not only did Tongming not put away the knife, he even raised it by three inches. The spiritual pressure seemed to be gradually overflowing from a pond, wrapping the young man in a soothing but irresistible way.

"Hey hey hey... don't be so violent, right? If you want to make trouble, you can just ask that guy Kisuke!" Sensing the faint aura in the spiritual pressure, the young man's breath paused slightly, and then he didn't care An unscrupulous profiteer sold it, "Do you know the way? I can take you there!"

Although I have been there once, after all, the city is not small, and it is not easy to find a place quickly. As for the spiritual pressure detection, Tongming has already tried it. The skeleton made by the unscrupulous businessman will not be leaked at all. There is no way to find the slightest spiritual pressure.

Putting back the overflowing spiritual pressure, Tong Ming looked at the young man for a long time, then put away the knife, "Name."

"Ping with flat feet, plus the son of Ono, the real sex, plus the son of spicy mentaiko..." The young man shook his head and made a weird self-introduction, and he said an ordinary name abruptly. , as if a smooth and refreshing dish has a very strange smell of natto, which is so bright that it frowns, "So it's called Mako Hirako, please give me a lot of advice~"

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This is a pure white hall, there is a feeling of emptiness that makes people feel uncomfortable, but it is very coordinated. There are not many lighting facilities here, but it is not dim. On the pure white conference table, and the cup of hot black tea.

The slender fingers gently pinched the white cup handle, gracefully brought it to the tip of the nose, took a final sip, and put it down again, making a soft sound, Aizen spoke in an extremely soothing tone He asked: "Although I told everyone, try not to disturb me today, but since you are here, do you want to ask something? Grimmjow."

After the voice fell, the door facing Lan Ran's back was pushed open, revealing that unruly face, the blue hair was slightly messy, but full of a sharp illusion, the same blue pupils In the depths, a trace of evil spirit emerged. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he still couldn't conceal his violent heart. "Lord Lan Ran, I heard that that guy appeared? Sure enough, this guy has returned to the Soul Realm?"

"Want to have a drink together? Sit here..." Without answering Grimmjow's question, Aizen stretched out his hand to indicate to the seat on the left, "There are just a few more here."

Footsteps sounded softly, Grimmjow walked over step by step, stopped on the edge of the seat, but did not sit down, "No need, I don't like drinking tea."

This answer is not very polite, but it's not because Grimmjow looks down on Aizen, but because of his nature, he really can't respect Aizen as some people do. When wildness is more than rational, he can recognize him as the master. It has been very difficult.Immediately, Glimmjow didn't speak any more, but just stared at Aizen, obviously hoping that the other party would answer his question.

"So what, Grimmjow? Even though you were seriously injured by Kuchimu Tongming back then, it can't be said that your strength is hugely different from his, it's just a moment of carelessness..." Lan Ran glanced at Grimmjow, with a serious expression on his face. There was an unspeakable smile, as if he felt that this subordinate's thoughts were really interesting, which made him feel better. Thinking of this, he picked up a small biscuit from the saucer next to the teacup, put it on the Put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, then swallowed it, and then he raised his eyebrows again, as if a little surprised that the dim sum in the virtual circle was not as bad as imagined, "Besides, it's not 40 years ago, your current Strength, there is no need to take him to heart, is there?"

In his mind, the man's face had become somewhat blurred after decades, but those eyes, which contained a pride no less than his own, but were colder than his own, once again stimulated Grimmjow's nerves. Started to become slightly hideous, "Since he is still alive... I must kill him!"

According to the theory, after gaining new power, he really doesn't have to take a god of death who is only at the captain level at heart, but——in the hundreds of years since his birth, when has he ever told the enemy half of the truth?

If it is an enemy, kill it!Enemies who hurt themselves almost to death will destroy their entire clan!

"...you are too impatient." Lan Ran smiled lightly, and pointed to the seat next to Grimmjow, "Let's put it aside for now. Compared with these, let's have a drink. I rarely invite you." What about someone else's second time..."

"I..." The violence in Grimmjow's heart was almost unbearable, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped. In front of his seat, Aizen personally poured a cup of black tea, and the hot amber color flowed from the teapot. He poured out the cup, and stopped when the cup was seven minutes full, and his slightly horrified expression was clearly reflected on the tea—he felt the sudden chill and murderous intent from Lan Ran's body.

"I told you to let it go first." Aizen smiled, and his voice was still gentle, but there was no smile in the eyes staring at Grimmjow. He pointed at the teacup again, "So let's try again." Try it... This is the third time I have invited you."

Grimmjow nodded with difficulty, then sat down, picked up the cup of black tea with a somewhat stiff posture, and drank it down in front of Aizen without knowing the taste.