Byakuya's son

The huge spiritual pressure that suddenly fell in the dark night plunged the entire Karakura town into inexplicable pressure. Even ordinary people without spiritual power began to feel that their breathing became a little unsmooth for some reason.And Orihime Inoue, who possessed a certain amount of spiritual power and was able to clearly perceive what this meant, also woke up from being addicted to the weird cuisine in front of her.She got up without hesitation, turned off the light and was about to go out.

"Where are you going? Woman."

A man's indifferent and somewhat familiar voice suddenly came from behind Orihime Inoue. She had only heard it once, but the owner of that voice really impressed her deeply. The endless abyss-like spiritual pressure was almost unheard of. The Reiatsu of anything is pure to the extreme, there is no beauty, no ugliness, no violence and gentleness, and there is only one thing expressed——emptiness.

His name was Urziola, and she knew his name from the last conversation he had had with another person.Although she is not good at memorizing people's names, she has only heard it once, but she already remembers it very clearly.

Inoue turned around and looked at the window that was opened at some time, the curtain fluttered slightly in the night wind.The moonlight came in softly and shone on the man in front of the window. The bright and flawless moonlight was set off at this moment with a strange feeling that made people feel chills.Like the handsome vampire in Western mythology who visits the girl's bedroom at night, ready to show her fangs and pierce the girl's white neck.

"Wherever you want to go is meaningless now, follow me if you suppress your spiritual pressure, woman." His hands were casually inserted into the pockets of his white gown, but his standing upright did not make people feel that he was at a leisurely pace at the moment Feeling, Urziola didn't care about the silence and thoughts of the woman in front of him at the moment, "Master Aizen said, you are useful to him."

He continued to take a step forward, but this seemingly harmless action caused Inoue to take two steps back, and at the same time bet back what Inoue wanted to say, "You are not qualified to question or refuse, so don't let me hear you except Any answer other than 'yes', otherwise, I will start killing people in this building until you give in, killing one is not enough, then kill ten, ten is not enough, then kill hundreds of thousands, so... ..."

When Urziola said this, he didn't look murderous, as if he was just talking about a simple numerical question lightly, "Don't get me wrong, woman, this is not a request, but an order."

Orihime Inoue's face was pale, and her body trembled slightly. She opened her eyes wide to look at Urziola, and opened her mouth, but she still couldn't say the words of rejection, so she just asked a question about the other strands at the moment. Terrible Reiatsu descends on Karakuma, and there are several things that have started fighting.

She knows very well which ones are enemies and which ones are companions, and the situation is not optimistic.

But she was disappointed by the response she got, for Urziola simply asked again, "One last time, woman, will you go?"

Inoue saw that the man had already pulled one hand out of his pocket while he was asking a question. There was no doubt that if he still couldn't get a satisfactory answer, he would do it.

……

"Finally, it's time for you." Slightly raised his chin, Grimmjow's face was full of smiles, but he could still feel strong anger and hatred when he saw the person in front of him stepping out of the void. When he was in front of him, he could hardly bear to kill him directly, but fortunately, he still remembered his task, and it was also a task that made him extremely dissatisfied - catching dead wood alive.

"I thought you wouldn't show up until my subordinates killed most of the people here."

After the battle that year, a scar was left on his chest, which seemed to be imprinted on his body like shame, but he had no intention of removing the scar.Since it is a shame, you have to remember, whether it is the body or the mind, you have to have a long memory.

Besides, if he hadn't been too careless back then, he wouldn't have let such a person whose spiritual pressure was weaker than him hurt him.

"I have been looking for you for 40 years in the virtual circle. I wanted to cut a few knives on your chest and kill you, but I couldn't find you. Finally, I found out that my own men were helping you. You run for your life." Grimmjow's smile began to be ferocious, and his killing intent couldn't stop boiling, he turned his head and glanced at the woman behind him, who was Shen Yelan, then turned his head and glanced up and down at Tongming, as if Distinguish his strength at the moment, "Don't worry, Lord Aizen said he wants to live, I will save your life."

Strange, 40 years of Reiatsu did not make any progress.

But just when he was wondering, Kuchiki Tongming in front of him asked a question that made him almost faint from anger.

"Who are you? I've never seen you before." Kuchiki Mingming paid more attention to Shenye behind Grimmjow. Her wings were gone, and most of the mask on her face was peeled off, leaving only the left side There was still a small piece of bone on his forehead, and his eyes were cold, "Shen Ye, are you his subordinate?"

Apparently, due to being gradually disfigured, his memory was gradually swallowed up, and the person in front of him was more complete than 40 years ago, and his image had some differences, which led him to completely forget who the person in front of him was. Intuitively characterizes this person as a dangerous enemy.

Fortunately, he still recognizes Shen Ye.

"Yes." Faced with Tongming's question, Shenye's expression moved slightly, as if hesitating, but finally she nodded lightly as a response, but then she realized that the anger of someone in front of her had already disappeared. Can turn entire cities into ashes.

He doesn't even recognize me!damn it!

When he heard this question, Grimmjow only felt a burning pain from the scar that had healed 40 years ago, bloodshot eyes appeared in the whites of his eyes, and blue veins protruded slightly on his forehead. He could no longer hold on to the pain. The ferocious smile that fulfilled his wish was transformed into a ferocious beast with almost no reason, only anger, and roared, "The rotten wood is bright! You are courting death!"

40 years of cursing day and night, 40 years of monstrous hatred, when he was about to vent part of it, he found that the other party didn't take him seriously at all, and he didn't have the value of keeping himself in memory at all.The unruly Grimmjow was originally an arrogant master, and under his anger, he couldn't hide the restless spiritual pressure that had long been restless, as if he had been held in a cage for half a month, and finally returned to the king of the jungle in the mountains. Pan raised his head to the sky and screamed angrily, without even pulling out his knife, he directly punched Tongming.

The wild anger turned into a powerful spiritual pressure, exuding a stinging feeling of the blade facing Tongming, oppressing it. Although there was no light, it almost made him have an urge to close his eyes to avoid the sharpness, and In the recent state, there is still no way to be able to face this blow well, and even the knife is too late, so he can barely pull out half of the blade and block the terrifying punch.

The moment the blade collided with the fist, the surrounding air stagnated slightly, as if time had stopped, but a random transparent ripple scattered with a strong airflow, and Tongming couldn't resist it in a hurry, as if a meteor fell to the ground Generally, a straight line was drawn in the air, and it slammed into a forest, making a loud noise, and the pothole that was smashed directly cleared an open space in the forest.

"Don't remember? I'll let you remember now!" Groaring through gritted teeth, Grimmjow pulled out the blade, pointed at the dusty forest, and said in a savage voice, "You think I'm from 40 years ago?" Strength? Even if I was 40 years ago, you might not be able to win."

What answered him was the slightly embarrassed figure in the smoke and dust that suddenly dispersed due to a burst of power, with blood oozing slightly from the corner of the transparent mouth. With just one blow, the man in front of him made him unbearable. Minor injuries—is this the strength of Pomian?

Thinking of this, his heart tightened slightly, and he felt that several spiritual pressures in other places were colliding violently. After finding that no one was at a disadvantage, he finally let go, and then he raised his head again, and slowly moved the blade pulled out with a yo

With a long sword cry, he said coldly to the angry young man with blue hair, "I told you that I don't know you, who would remember who you were 40 years ago."