[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

Everything is so ridiculous, yet so reasonable.

For example, she knew that the notice was forged, and she still went to the appointment resolutely; another example is that it was so obvious that the team went to the [-]th district of Xiliuhun Street and turned back through the woods, but she also pretended not to notice.

Made a big detour just to secretly meet with a bunch of digital people.

Moran Xianyi once thought that if the location was set in an underground prison, maybe Mumi would be saved when she moved to rescue soldiers—but in the end she returned to the Qingjing Pagoda, Julin.

This is an area that outsiders are absolutely forbidden to enter, even Captain Yamamoto is not allowed to approach without permission.

Going through the tunnel to bypass the guards of the Seventh Division is indeed the best choice to make people disappear, they are not stupid.

"We meet again, Miss Mo Ran." The old and majestic hoarse voice came from behind the No. [-] board at the front, and because the structure of the room was almost airtight, it caused some echoes.

Mo Ranxian slightly bent his eyebrows and folded his hands in the wide sleeves: "My lords, if you want to see this junior, you can just speak directly. Why bother to go to such lengths?"

She didn't really want to ask, she just went through the motions.

"I didn't even salute when I saw my generation!"

"Yes, yes, how decent it is!"

"What kind of attitude is that? How can the dignity of room 46 be questioned!"

Looking around the court lightly, none of them showed their faces, all of them were hidden in the darkness of their respective numbers and buildings.

Elite guards were deployed beside and around her, and without exception, their hands were placed on the handle of the knife in a demonstrative manner, as if they were ready to enter a fighting state at any time.

Moran Xianyi smiled relaxedly, and bowed his eyes in a simple and polite manner before lowering his eyes and saying: "If you want to correct the etiquette of the younger generation, just go to the Moran House to give orders in the name of the gold seal nobleman..."

"When the junior received the notice, he thought it was an expedition to an undeveloped area."

Why is this?Would it rather take such a lot of trouble to make people mistakenly think that she is really going on an expedition?

Probably because it is extremely common for Yuanzheng to be injured, die or disappear. The God of Reaper is used to it, and no one will investigate deeply what happened to her.

"Oh, oh, please take it easy," another elderly woman's voice came from No.30. Instead of being superior to others, she gently and kindly smoothed things over, "Miss Mo Ran, why don't you sit down and have a drink first?"

As he spoke, he asked the servant beside him to deliver the tray to the small table next to Moran Xianyi.

"I'm a little thirsty," Mo Ran Xianyi smiled, picked up the clay pot and poured a little for himself, picked it up, but put it back on the tray after the cup touched his lips, "It seems to have a smell of wine, the younger generation doesn't drink. "

"Where are there so many problems? Drinking is the elegance of nobles."

"Hmph, brat."

Unsurprisingly, there have been many accusations.

"Elegance is inferior to life," Mo Ran Xianyi raised his eyes in disapproval, "The younger generation is destined to be a layman, and you should be very clear about this."

"...a sharp tongue."

"I've always been said to be stupid, so I accept your words as a compliment." Hearing No. [-]'s grunt by chance, Mo Ran Xianyi smiled and narrowed her eyes.

She has always known that this is the world of high-ranking aristocrats, doing bad things behind the scenes under the banner of being good for the soul world, even if she really made an obviously wrong decision, no one can question it.

It's not that you don't dare, but that you can't question it. This is the problem.

In their eyes, only the life of the royal family and nobles can be called noble, and the court guard team is just a higher-level, organized gangster, who should only serve the nobles after being given official powers.

As for the souls of Liuhun Street, they are so inferior that they don't even deserve to be in their eyes.

Even if they are both nobles, in the eyes of Room 46, they are still as humble as nothing.

Mo Ran Xianyi couldn't see their faces, but from the contemptuous and angry words just now, she also knew that she was being looked down upon.

What they want to see is to be caught temporarily, facing the shivering little sheep in the upper room 46, who can agree to everything, but she is now the head of the Moran clan, so she should not show weakness at this time.

The two sides dealt with each other for a while, Moran Xianyi thought that the time was almost up, and pretended to say casually: "A few years ago, an elder from the junior family was taken care of by you."

As if she didn't expect that she would bring it up by herself, the number one who always spoke on behalf of the speaker coughed a few times to clear her throat, and then said calmly: "I don't know what Miss Moran is referring to."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know who he is, it's not important," Mo Ran Xianyi glanced around from left to right, and said word by word, "The important thing is that you did everything you can to take the blood of the younger generation, which is really frustrating." panic."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

Moran Xianyi didn't intend to continue playing riddles with them: "For example, at the Moon Appreciation Festival, a dead man disguised as a member of the Nanyun tribe was sent to take this as an opportunity to draw three tubes of blood from me... and even the elders of the Moran tribe were invited to let them go. He will take some more blood of the Patriarch for you."

"Miss Mo Ran, you are spewing blood..." Gasps came out one after another from the seats, and they all accused her, a little girl, of daring to give them a high hat.

"Actually, there is another thing that lasted a long time..." Moran Xianyi paused for a while, and said slowly in a low voice, "When I was ten years old, at the insistence of the elder, I tattooed the family crest of the Moran clan on my left shoulder."

Number One smiled hoarsely: "What does this have to do with us?"

"In the past, the juniors were very naive, and they still thought about following the family crest. There are a few pink scars at the bottom." Moran Xianyi took a long breath, "Then I found out that it turned out that it was the trace left by being cut by a sharp weapon. , the wound was treated very well, but it was not clean enough."

At that time, she was forced to drink alcohol, and passed out for several days in the special ward of the Noble Shino Hospital.

Not long after that, she faced her first seizure.

Coincidentally, one of the elders who insisted on getting her family crest tattooed had died before she became the head of the family, and the other was imprisoned in the family dungeon many years later.

"What this junior wants to ask is, the Nanyun clan──" Mo Ranxian pulled the corner of his lips slightly, "What exactly do you want to use the blood of the Nanyun clan for?"

When she blurted out the word Nagumo, the room fell silent.

Moran Xianyi knew that there was a silent commotion in the seat, and she was not in a hurry, so she just stood quietly waiting for the answer.

She didn't know how long the surroundings had been silent, but when she realized, her body had already reacted one step earlier, dodging the attack from behind, and at the same time drew out the red butterfly to block the knife in front of her.

The seats in Room 46 in the center have been set up with barriers, and the battle in the field will not affect them.At this time, Moran Xianyi felt like a monkey showman, making fun of them as a clown.

This is the first time that one enemy has multiple guards.

If it weren't for her man alone, he could reach thousands of troops, and under his training, he finally managed to fight with him in three or seven waves──

It is really possible to get caught without a fight.

She sensed the danger during the Moon Festival, and went to the Technology Development Bureau to ask them to make something for her.

Both the bell and the pocket watch are embedded with a substance invisible to the naked eye, so that the substance can move her heart and transmit her spiritual pressure to the tracker. If she wants, she can use the spiritual pressure to talk to the prop holder .

But just letting her voice out is far from enough to understand the situation, so she went to the [-]th squad to find Captain Nirvana Mayori, and planted a bug in her heart.

At the moment when she sent out the spiritual pressure, Aizen and everyone who met Mumi could judge the danger she encountered by the sound.

It's up to them whether they want to come or not.

Now she can still handle it, and she doesn't have to make them worry about it.

"Let's raise your feathers, Hongdie." Seizing the opportunity, Mo Ranxian Yishi unleashed Zanpakutao, paralyzing everyone in the inner circle with a dose of one to nine.

Blocking a guard from the outer ring who rushed into the battle in an instant, she panted and decisively cut off all subsequent contact.

So when everyone in room 46 reacted, Moran Xianyi had already hid in the space ghost road that had been sealed in the sleeves since entering the room, and looked at them calmly.

"Can I explain it this way──" At this time, her face was expressionless, her tone was very cold, every word seemed to be able to freeze into the bone marrow of Room 46.

"My parents are precisely because they don't want to continue to live in the claws of you, so you killed them."

She has been in poor health since she was ten years old; she had the first illness since she was ten years old.

"What on earth did you guys do to my body?" Moran Xianyi said with a bit of resentment in his tone as he watched several guards being bounced off by space ghosts and crashed into the seating platform, "Or what did you do to the Nanyun Clan? what?"

Originally thought that this delicate Miss Mo Ran should be weak and deceitful, but she kicked the iron plate unexpectedly.

The expression hidden behind the wooden sign in the central room 46 suddenly appeared very ferocious, but these Moran Xianyi couldn't see it, and didn't want to know.

She just wanted to find out what happened and restore all the truth.

Then go back and continue to be her noble family head and fulfill her obligations.

There was another long silence.

Perhaps it was Moran Xianyi who hid in the ghostly way of space when no one was there, but the No. 30 woman spoke with a smile.Just like when she was smoothing things out before, she still has that kind and gentle old voice.

"Hey, everyone who knows the inside story is here, so it's okay for the little girl to want to know?"

Mo Ran Xianyi heard the words and looked at her unexpectedly: "You are quite sensible."

"Hehe, at this age, it's easy to give up everything." NO.30 sneered, and at this time her laughter seemed like a little girl again, sharp and thin.

Moran Xianyi was thinking about not asking her age, but she smiled to herself again.

"Hey girl, our old bones are still young in this room, after all, we only sat here 800 years ago..." NO.30 chuckled, "It's only in the early [-]s now."

Pointing to number one, the old man has lived for more than 3000 years, and she looks like a young girl in comparison.

NO.30 changed the subject at the end, and said in a strange tone: "Sometimes ignorance can make you happy."

"If the end result is the same, why bother to drag ignorance away?" Mo Ran Xianyi frowned slightly and retorted, "What's more, your methods are not meticulous, and it seems that you are not trying to hide it from me by using such clumsy methods."

"Indeed," NO.30 responded slowly, "Then is it okay to say this──"

Let's make a deal, Miss Mo Ran.

NO.30 said so, her tone was too innocent and sweet, as if she was sure she would agree.

Staying safely in the self-created defensive space ghost path, Moran Xianyi keenly noticed that there were a few guards on the outside and started to walk towards the inner circle. There were also some clinking sounds of bottles and cans.

Her space ghost has been tested to resist her man's black coffin. Although it will burst once, but with these people, she can probably last for a few days. No matter what Room 46 wants to do, she can handle it──

"Miss Moran, I hope you don't think I'm long-winded," NO.30 stood up regardless of persuasion, clasped his hands behind his back and walked slowly towards the door, "Ignorance is actually very blissful!"

She is petite, about 1.4 meters tall. Compared with her occasional old voice, she looks like a little girl—a lame girl.

Seemingly noticing Moran Xianyi's surprised gaze, NO.30 covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly: "I just broke it not long ago and didn't pick it up, it's not a problem...after all, it's getting better soon."

The last sentence was said lightly, and Mo Ran Xianyi was surprised to find that the atmosphere in the seat was very cheerful.

"Before explaining the transaction, there is one thing we can clarify with you," Number One, who hadn't spoken for a long time, said gravely and hoarsely, "The Nanyun people you care about, who should have been wiped out 500 years ago, are still alive. By."

"Of course there have to be survivors, how can you let them exterminate their clan..."

"Yes, where is it..."

Ignoring the whispers of others, No. [-] continued: "The reason for the total annihilation is very simple. Is it serious enough to rebel and launch an attack on Sei Lingting?"

"The reason why there are still survivors is also very simple," NO.30 laughed, with a childish and innocent expression, "We locked up all the women in the direct line."

"...Why did you do that?" Mo Ran Xianyi heard her voice trembling.

"Why?" NO.30 tilted his head, "Because it is very useful to us──"

Moran Xianyi thought she could do it before she set off, and she would not disarm no matter what shocking truth she learned; she was strong enough to resist foreign aggression, and no one could make her lose her mind...

It's just that she never thought that the truth of the matter would make her so desperate, so desperate that she forgot to focus.

"Miss Mo Ran, let's make a deal!"

There were rustling laughter from the seats, but Mo Ran Xianyi couldn't hear anything anymore.

NO.30 was standing at the door, with a hospital bed and various sophisticated instruments beside her.

Lying on the hospital bed was a beautiful woman, whose eyes were closed and sleeping, even somewhat similar to her.Her long, reddish-black hair must have been untrimmed for a long time, almost touching her calves.

Tubes are densely inserted into the woman's body, connecting medical equipment and various infusion bags.

For so many years, Moran Xianyi has a knot in his heart.

The adults buried her mother's coffin, which was always empty.

The only thing she and her grandfather saw was the lifeless father's body.

When several Zanpakutō came to her neck, her eyes widened and she stared straight at the beautiful woman she should call "Mother". The shock made her mind go blank, as if there were tens of thousands of them. The bee was poking her heart, it was so painful and sore that she wanted to cry a lot.

NO.30 mentions the Nanyun family known as containers.

More than 1000 years ago, Patriarch Nanyun fell in love with a noble young man. In order to save his lover who was dying of terminal illness, she broke the taboo of the Nanyun clan.

From then on, a curse that lasted for thousands of years began.