【Blue Silver】Happy quicksand

As soon as Saar Apollo stretched out his hand, before he touched Ichimaru Gin's stomach, a Zanpakutō suddenly touched his throat.

Apollo was startled, and his hands stopped in mid-air.

The sharp gun was brought back from the desert hundreds of miles away by Xiaoxu and Yin, and it had been placed by Yin's bed just now, without attracting the attention of Aizen and Yaren.

However, at this moment, Sal Apollo, who was being pointed at the throat by the short Zanpakutō, had to notice it.Gin Ichimaru, who was still unconscious due to the pain just now, is now propping up his upper body and pressing the tip of the knife to his throat.Although the movement of supporting the body was very reluctant, and the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, but this did not prevent the murderous aura gushing out from the blade. It was clearly telling the slope that was about to abort him, to move, just kill you.

Lan Ran was really surprised to see Yin put on such a posture. The little fox, who was in pain just now, pointed a knife at his subordinates without saying a word, with murderous looks in his eyes.

"Silver," he called his name, looking at the person on the bed with searching eyes.

"I want this child." Yin said with a single word, without too much emotional ups and downs in his tone, but his firm tone could not be questioned.

"Silver..." Aizen's tone subconsciously softened in the lover's insistence.

"I want him." Again, he reiterated emphatically.

Aizen stared at the person on the bed for a while, but Yin didn't look back, but insisted on pointing his sharp gun at Apollo, even though the latter had already put away the purple light under his palm.

"Sal, you step back." Finally, Aizen still compromised.

"Yes." Sal Apollo didn't dare to neglect for a moment and retreated a little far behind Lan Ran, as if to prove to the murderous man on the bed that he would no longer threaten his child.

Gin watched Yaren stand beyond the dangerous distance, and then lay back on the bed again, still holding Zanpakuto tightly in his hand.

This time he didn't scream anymore, but bit his lip, tightened the muscles all over his body, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped heavily.

Aizen knew that the pain hadn't eased, and Yin was just restraining himself from screaming with an unimaginably strong will.In this way he was protecting the unborn child, their child.

Aizen never cried because of being moved, but at that moment, he felt that he was closest to that kind of emotion.

Aizen once again stood outside the door of the Silver Palace with his subordinate Eight Blades, but the always omnipotent King of the Void Circle hesitated for a moment and couldn't say a word.

Sal Apollo also sighed slightly, and asked first: "Master Aizen, do you... intend to keep the child as His Highness Yin said?"

"Mother and child are safe... what are the chances?" Aizen asked slowly.

Thrall lowered his head and shook his head, "I don't know, but it's not impossible in theory. When the pain subsides and the fetal heart rate stabilizes, a caesarean section is performed immediately, and the fetus can be taken out, and then other people's spiritual pressure can be used to maintain life and survive. There should be a lot of hope. It's just that the pain may last for a long time, and His Royal Highness may have to suffer a lot."

Aizen nodded slightly, clenched his fists in his wide sleeves, and said in a steady tone: "Let's do it this way."

The intense pain has lasted for a day and a night. For Yin, every second is like a century of suffering, and for Aizen, it is not the same.

Aizen stood motionless beside Yin's bed, watching the lover on the bed being tormented by wave after wave of pain, and furrowed her eyebrows tightly.

He tried to recall the last time he felt physical pain, and wanted to use this to understand the torment his lover was going through at the moment.However, no matter how I think about it, I can't remember that the so-called experience of pain was a long time ago for Aizen.

The most recent injury should be more than ten hours ago when Hitsugaya Toshirō cut his shoulder when he was fighting in the world of souls. He turned his head slightly towards the wound. Everything has been restored to its original appearance.

It has been a long time since Aizen has felt pain in the true sense.However, there is a kind of pain that has nothing to do with the wound or the body. It is like a virtual sharp sword that can easily penetrate the body. The intense pain spreads from a certain point in the left chest, along the blood vessels and nerves, and spreads throughout the limbs.There is no bloodshed, no wounds, but it is even more unforgettable.At this moment, Aizen felt that he was going through all this.

By midnight, Silver's reaction had gradually subsided.However, it is not that the pain stops, but that the body seems to have adapted to this pain and no longer gives too much stress reflex.

Ichimaru Gin was lying on the bed in a daze, the sheets and pillowcases under her body were already drenched with sweat.

Lan Ran took the porridge brought by Xiaoxu, helped the person on the bed up and leaned against her arms, scooped up a spoonful and blew it lightly, handed it to the man's pale lips, and said softly: "Silver, open your mouth, eat something."

The little fox with his eyes closed weakly shook his head, as if he had no energy left to say another word.

Lan Ran sighed softly, moved her body carefully to adjust her posture, so that the little fox leaning on her arms could be more comfortable, and continued to coax her softly: "Hey, drink a little, you are not hungry, and the little devil in your belly will also be more comfortable." He should be hungry, you should feed him some."

Hearing this, the little fox showed a smile. Although his eyes were still closed, the corners of his mouth were raised with great difficulty, and an angry voice came out from his pale lips intermittently: "Captain Lanran... also Hope...he lives...isn't it?"

Aizen put the spoon back into the bowl, tightly hugged the weak body in his arms with his free hand, kissed the sweaty temples and ear tips gently, and whispered in his ear: "Fool, this is You gave me the most precious gift, of course I want him."

The corner of Yin's mouth became more curved, he took a few breaths, and then asked softly: "The captain... like... boys or girls?"

"Boy." Aizen said with a slight smile.

"Ah~~ Then it would be terrible if I gave birth to a girl." It seemed that the little fox was talking about a happy topic, and his tone became more energetic.

"This kid makes Yin work so hard, he must be a careless brat." Sensing the happiness of the lover in his arms, Aizen seemed to be in a better mood, and said in a doting tone.

Yin's shoulders trembled slightly, and he smiled weakly, "What if it's a girl? Will Master Aizen be angry?"

"I like the child that Yin gave birth to, whether it's a boy or a girl. Besides..." Aizen deliberately dragged out his tone.

"What more?" Yin asked eagerly, his tone of voice had become much calmer.

Lan Ran leaned against the little fox's ear with a smile, and said softly: "Besides, there will be opportunities in the future, and I don't believe that every time you give birth to a girl."

"Ah~~~What is it...the captain is really wicked, this one hasn't been born yet, I'm thinking about the next one~~~" The little fox said with a smile, struggled to turn around, and leaned into the man's arms, He put his arms around his neck.

Lan Ran brushed away the sweaty hair on Yin's face, looked at the bloodless face, and asked softly, "Yin, does it hurt?"

The person in his arms was quiet for a while, and then his silver head nodded lightly.

Lan Ran leaned down, and a gentle kiss fell on the closed eyelids like a feather, and the man carefully felt the slight beating of the eyelashes under his lips, as if this could share the pain.

In Lan Ran's comforting kiss, Yin suddenly murmured dreamily: "When it's autumn... I'll take him to the persimmon forest to pick persimmons... and then teach him how to make persimmon cakes... then the captain will try a few too... You don't eat what I make every time...it's really sweet..." The little fox said more and more, his voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he fell into a coma.

Aizen hugged the person in his arms tightly, as if once he let go, he would lose it forever.