[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

In the darkness, she heard the voice.

──It was a deep, gentle voice that she missed very much.

Thin clouds rolled in the sky, and the wind gently blew through the treetops, making a soft sound.

There was a sense of warmth all over her body. When Moran Xianyi woke up, she first stared at the top in a daze: the ceiling was very high, and the wood grain could be vaguely seen under the warm-colored paint, and there was a painting of Chihiro on it. Experienced so far, the adventure tracks of all planetary countries.

Reflexively pressing the upper abdomen with both hands, feeling the flat heat, Moran Xianyi slowly straightened his upper body from the comfortable cushion.

Looking around the huge room, the wall is pasted with creamy yellow and elegant wallpaper, and a huge glass cabinet is erected in the corner, and various wooden decorations are placed inside.

His gaze turned to the half-opened sliding door. It was early spring, and the wisteria and white vines on the elevated courtyard were in full bloom.

A trickle of water shuttles through it, and a few ornamental fish can be vaguely seen swimming freely under the sunlight.

This is not her courtyard.

Moran Xianyi let out a long sigh of relief, turned sideways, and lightly got off the reclining chair.

A year has passed since that day, and occasionally she would recall the panic and helplessness at that time when she dreamed back at midnight.

As the doctor said, her labor was not going well.

In the middle of pregnancy, the developing young soul will absorb the mother's spiritual pressure and transform it for its own use, and the burden on the mother's body will gradually increase as the soul grows.

At the end of pregnancy, the heart of the formed soul is fully functional, and there is no need to ingest the mother's Reiatsu. However, the soul at this stage cannot control the power, and the gushing Reiatsu will inevitably collide with the mother's own Reiatsu.

If the mother feels severe pain because of this, the time of childbirth will come.

Mo Ran Xianyi felt that she did not suffer too much during her pregnancy, the little guy was very well behaved in her body, except for the occasional kicks that made her feel a little hurt, on the whole she still eats as she should, sleeps when she is sleepy, and then Take a walk in the mansion every day to exercise your body.

Like Ji Chuan Qiangwei who vomited dizzily in the early stage, and couldn't sleep due to chest tightness and flatulence in the later stage... She had never experienced it before.

Strictly speaking, her appetite has decreased, but it is not a hindrance.

Because everything was fine, she thought she wouldn't encounter any major problems during childbirth──

As a result, it was a solid two days after tossing.

The spirit was overwhelmed by the rejection reaction caused by the collision of spiritual pressure, and the whole body felt like being torn apart after some pulling—even the doctors and nurses who assisted in the delivery had changed several batches, carrying the burden she could not control. Thinking about it, Reiatsu is not very pleasant.

Apart from the pain, Moran Xianyi really had no other thoughts at the moment.

Her physical condition has not been very good, with poor immunity and low self-healing ability, and she has suffered two particularly serious penetrating injuries to her abdomen in the past.

To control the Reiatsu from hurting people, but also to exert moderate strength, as time went by on the first day, she felt that her body was gradually unable to bear the load, but the child still refused to come out self-willed──

The hateful little villain, like the hateful big villain, has a lot of ideas.

The only difference is that the little villain's self-assertion is misplaced.

The next day she had to exhaust all her strength to stay sane, but the child still refused to cooperate.

Sweaty forehead, sticky hair on cheeks, unknown screams echoing in my ears...

This is a pain hundreds of times more painful than the periodic return, she thought.

In the pain, she could clearly hear her own thunderous and chaotic heartbeat, as well as their thoughts struggling to get out of the small space.

Finally willing to come out, but she didn't have the strength to push them.

Two days and two nights of tossing, loss of blood and strength.

She always thinks she is strong enough, but she is often slapped by reality.

Pull out a little more strength, hold your eyelids a little longer, just maintain your consciousness a little longer...

Accompanied by the sharp sound of precision machinery nearby, she heard for the first time the calm and self-sufficient Sumire Suzuki screaming regardless of her image, and then a clear and clear cry that shook the sky.

It seems like the story could end here──but it can't.

Because there is one more.

As early as the second trimester of pregnancy, she discovered that there were two groups of spiritual pressure in her body that did not belong to her, and not long after that, the gods of death who had the ability to sense spiritual pressure were also aware of it.

Mo Ranxian vaguely remembered that the atmosphere in the delivery room at that time was mixed with joy and weeping.

The joy is that the heir is born safely, but the sadness is that their patriarch seems unable to support the birth of the second child.

Moran Xianyi originally thought so too, but she made an appointment with them and would not let them experience the same childhood as her.

Pulling the cloth strips on the side, she felt her hands being covered by the gentle grandfather and the manager—perhaps after exhausting her mental strength and squeezed out the last bit of strength, she was too relaxed when she finally heard the second cry, and she even Can you be distracted by wondering why your grandfather is in the delivery room?

Afterwards, she learned from Sumire Suzuki that the interval between the births of the eldest and second child was only 2 minutes. What really alarmed them was her physical breakdown after the birth of the child.

The blood collapsed, and the spiritual pressure broke the body and couldn't maintain it.She seemed to hear them say that when she was insane.

She didn't know what happened afterwards, she only remembered that she was slowly losing consciousness.

In the darkness, I couldn't see my fingers, my body still hurt like that, but it seemed to be hollowed out.

If you just give up like this, will it not hurt anymore?Be it body or mind.

Facing these alone, the surroundings are as quiet as the rainy season many years ago, which is so scary.

Then she heard the voice.

──I am here.

She really wanted to see him at this fragile time, but there was a gap of 2 years between them.

After two days and two nights of torment, when she opened her eyes again, the first ray of sunlight fell on her face wantonly in the morning, and Moran Xianyi found that besides the two newborn cries, she herself was crying like a child.

Her space ghost saves her.

Fortunately, she didn't forget the man's warning, and she had installed emergency rescue measures on the right side of her abdomen for many years.The life temporarily saved by Gui Dao was treated by the medical personnel secretly trained in the house.

That voice is an auditory hallucination caused by too much longing, right?never mind.

No matter how thrilling the process was, she did not miss the appointment, and that was the most important thing.

"It's officially one year old today..." Although they were a little frightened during the delivery, they are very healthy and strong.Moran Xianyi was very grateful for this.

Walking slowly to the big baby bed bought from this world, they fell asleep peacefully, their fleshy little hands clasped together affectionately.Moran Xianyi resisted the urge to poke their plump, white and tender cheeks with his hand, a warm smile was on his lips.

The two boys really look exactly alike, if not using Reiatsu as a means of identification, as a mother, I wouldn't be able to tell who they are just by looking at their appearance.

The child looks like her, with ink-like soft hair and gentle and delicate facial features—except for the light brown eyes.

This is good, the baby face inherited from the Moran clan doesn't age easily.

Hearing the melodious bells and footsteps touching the floor with nails, Moran Xianyi smiled and moved to the side to make room for the lovely visitors.

The six big white dogs squeezed into a circle next to the crib neatly and methodically, their noses pushed to the gap in the side rail to peek at the two little creatures above.

This is their habit for a while, and they come to this courtyard on time in the afternoon to meet the little master.

After Mumi stretched out her front feet to grab the big bed, one of the little creatures made a soft "Yiya" sound, waved the other hand that was not held with her brother, and first reflexively rubbed herself warm and flushed in sleep cheek, and slowly opened his eyes.

The four eyes are facing each other.The small round brown eyes meet the big black eyes of the big white dog.

The brown-eyed little master blinked, then giggled and turned over—hitting the side rail as expected.

On the other side, his brother was still sleeping soundly, unaffected by the commotion.

The one who is active is the older brother, and the one who is immovable by the eight winds is the younger brother.

Ink dyes the sky and ink dyes the thousand winds.

This is their name.

How thankful they were willing to come to her.

Moran Xianyi bent down and gently kissed each of their cheeks.

The sky is wide and the wind is free.

Even though they were in the golden cage of Seireitei, she hoped that their hearts would be free and unhindered.

"My lord, there is a visitor." Suzuki Sumire appeared quietly, and in order not to wake up the young master who was taking a nap, the volume of the report was deliberately lowered to a very low level.

"Who?" Mo Ran Xianyi asked casually, reaching out his hand to lift the eldest son who was pulling the dog's fur from the bed, and took the clean tissue from Suzuki Sumire to wipe his hands.

"Urahara Kisuke."

Moran Xianyi frowned slightly when she heard the words. She re-applied for a long vacation due to her postpartum illness and has not returned to the team. She has not even met the captains who took office under the new system last spring. What did Kisuke Urahara ask her for?

Feeling that the skirt of the clothes was being pulled hard, she lowered her head and rubbed her son's soft cheeks. Seeing that he was happy, Mo Ran Xianyi continued to tease him with a smile.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Does Patriarch want to see that man?" Sumire Suzuki knew what role that man played in the decisive battle in Karakura Town.Maybe the Patriarch has some resistance to him?

"Ah," Moran Xianyi turned his head suddenly, and smiled embarrassedly, "Look at my memory, I forgot about this when Xiao Kong smiled... Let him come over!"

Suzuki Sumire asked in surprise, "Bring him to the young master?"

"Yeah, it's time for me to wake up Qianfeng." Moran Xianyi freed up a hand to take off the child's coat from the rack and help him put it on. "If you let him sleep, he won't be a king at night... Everyone Don't sleep."

With these two Moran Xianyi, I realized how easy it is to take care of the Jichuan brothers and sisters. Let them eat and sleep as much as they want, and they are not as troublesome as they are at home.

Having said that, the twins are so cute that everyone in the house wants to kiss and hug them every day.

The result was that the twins didn't let all the members of the mansion who loved them take turns to kiss, hug, and hold each other high, and they would cry so hard that day that they refused to take a good rest, and even Moran Xianyi didn't have to sleep.

Sumire Suzuki had no choice but to make a form, and please check the members who have completed the "make them act like a baby" process.

Personal opinion really misplaced them.

As a mother of twins, Moran Xianyi is really worried about what they will become when they grow up.

"Hey, Xiao Kong woke up?" Suzuki Sumire just left, and Mo Ran Zongyilang led the old Suzuki housekeeper to the precious granddaughter and great-grandson, and calmly poked his hands out of the long sleeves to take Mo Rankong, "Girl, you seem to have Guest, did the old man bring us Xiaokong to my place first? A few old guys from Yinling will come over later, so I can show off to them."

Mo Ran Xianyi chuckled lightly: "Grandpa is biased, he only takes Xiao Kong to seek benefits?"

"Don't you have guests?" Mo Ran said as it should, holding one eye in his hand and looking at the other sleeping peacefully, "Cough, that...how about I take Xiaofeng away too ──”

"He won't be able to cling to me for half an hour when he wakes up, and he will definitely lose his temper with you," Mo Ran Xianyi pulled his recliner towards the crib, sat sideways on the chair, and looked down at the sleeping girl hugging the exclusive quilt Son, "I guess we'll finish talking in half an hour. I'll take him to find you then?"

"Alright." The granddaughter's guest seemed to be here, Moran Zongyilang nodded to the visitor with a serious attitude, and then led the old Suzuki to the other side, not minding his great-grandson pulling his beard all the way.

It was a warm and comfortable spring afternoon. On the same day a year ago, his granddaughter managed to get through a life-threatening crisis and ushered in a new heartbeat for the Moran family.

The scene at that time is still thrilling when he thinks about it now, and it was only then that he realized how powerful his granddaughter, whom he regarded as proud, had transformed into.

Even though he has been a member of the Moran family for so long, he never thought that the direct inheritance of ghosts can be used in that way.

"Master Zongyilang?" Old Suzuki saw that the master seemed to be a little absent-minded, and reminded his great-grandson that he was about to wipe his neckerchief all over with saliva.

"Nobunosuke..." Mr. Moran pulled back the scarf after hearing the words, and put the baby in his arms in another position, "Young people nowadays are really scary──"

Whether that boy or his granddaughter, they are all stubborn children.

Watching them grow up, he doesn't want to be old anymore!

Creatures will work hard to exercise themselves in order to survive, but the instinct in the blood cannot be honed, and they can only rely on continuous evolution to rewrite their intuition.

Looking up at the blue sky in the Soul Realm, the entire Moran family should have noticed it.

"Are you going to go to the Zanpakuto Administration?" Suzuki Nobunosuke has been with Moran Soichiro for nearly a thousand years since he was a teenager, and he can clearly understand the other person's inner thoughts with just a look.

"Yeah, it's time to find my old friend in the memorial cabinet."

It was the first time that the existence of the so-called omen was so clearly felt, and it seemed that the world of corpses and souls was not peaceful.

I don't know how long it will be──

"But what should be done before then is still to be done!" Go!Show off!

"Yes." Old Suzuki narrowed his eyes, and the ends of his eyes were wrinkled with fine lines from laughing.

Only by not being surprised by changes can we respond to all changes with the same.

No matter how many disturbances the outside world makes due to the birth of these two little babies, this kind of gentle and peaceful atmosphere is the daily life of Mo Ran Zhai, which will never change.