【Blue Silver】Happy quicksand

The [-]th team was quiet all morning.There was no sound of playfulness, chatter or laughter, everyone seemed to be doing their own things in silence, and they deliberately slowed down their steps when walking, only occasionally came a few words of hurry in a low voice chat.

Captain Toshirō Hitsugaya looked up at the silent team building amidst a large pile of documents, and his already frowning eyebrows could not help but squeeze even tighter.

At this time, there was a light knock on the open door, and the long-haired deputy was standing by the door.

Toshiro nodded slightly, and Matsumoto Rangiku walked in with a stack of documents.She went straight to the table, placed the documents squarely in front of Shiro Dong, and said calmly, "Captain, I have read these documents, please sign them."

"En." Dong Shilang nodded in response.He couldn't help raising his head to look at the deputy team, which was very different from the usual cheerful and noisy.

"Then I'll go first, and you can call me after signing." Luanju's face was expressionless, and her voice was flat without any ups and downs. After she finished speaking, she was about to turn around and leave.

"Matsumoto, wait!" Toshiro looked at the sub-team who was many times quieter than usual, and finally couldn't help calling out to her.

"What's the matter, captain?" Luan Ju stopped in her tracks.

Looking at the deputy who didn't show any special emotion, Shiro Dong suddenly couldn't say a word.He has always been a person who is not good at words. Although he can't describe this weird situation now, he understands it very well in his heart.The reason why the Juban team is so quiet today is because of Matsumoto Rangiku.

Matsumoto's deputy team is a very forthright person. He is carefree on weekdays. He often invites friends and company, and likes to be lively.So although he is a boring captain, the [-]th team has always been very active under the leadership of the vice-captain. You can always hear everyone talking and laughing around the vice-captain Matsumoto on weekdays.

Today, however, the team members seem to have tacitly stopped this kind of activity.Because although Luanju didn't show anything, the gods of death in the [-]th squad knew that she must be very upset.

"Captain?" Seeing that the captain who stopped him didn't make any more noise, Matsumoto called out a little strangely.

"Matsumoto, go back, I'll give you half a day off today." Dongshiro was silent for a long time, and finally said.

"Huh? Holiday?" Luanju raised her eyebrows strangely, "I didn't ask for leave, why did you suddenly give me a vacation?"

"Matsumoto." Seeing that she couldn't understand what he meant, Toshiro became a little anxious, "Don't be so wordy, I said I will give you a holiday, and there is no reason. Put these documents here first, and I will not finish processing them. It will help you deal with it, and you can get off work now."

Dongshiro looked at his deputy team with a surprised face, paused, and finally continued: "If you have something you can't let go of, you can't work well. You should solve it first. You can take a half-day vacation. Go do what you want to do...or meet whoever you want to see."

Having said all this, Luan Ju finally understood what her captain meant.

Ichimaru Gin was seriously injured in the World War I last night and was captured, and is now being held in the White Tower.

It would be a lie to say that I was not affected by this incident.In fact, from last night to today, she has never closed her eyes, and she has not eaten a bite of food.When she finally knew that the man who was seriously injured was rescued by the fourth squad, she was slightly relieved.

On the one hand, she really wanted to stand in front of that man immediately, beat him, scold him, or just look at him.However, on the other hand, she felt timid, as if something she didn't want to face was about to appear in front of her eyes.

This kind of contradictory depression and persistent concern made her feel dazed all morning, absent-minded in everything she did.

It seems that the captain realized that he was strange, so he thoughtfully said that he should give himself a vacation.Luan Ju couldn't help but wryly smiled in her heart, so it was so obvious, she thought it was well hidden.

"Captain, I don't need..."

Ran Ju still wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Dongshiro: "Matsumoto, there are some things that cannot be forced or avoided, so it is better to face them. Being clear and giving up is sometimes the source of courage. The people of the [-]th squad , can’t be shaken by anything.”

Seeing the young captain who rarely told her honest advice, Luanju was stunned for a while, and then suddenly felt that something in her heart gradually settled down, and her mood was much lighter.A smile finally bloomed on the woman's beautiful face.

"Thank you, Captain." She said sincerely.

Ichimaru Gin was leaning against the only square window in the cell and looking out.

In the endless blue sky, there are a few leisurely white clouds floating, and the sun is warm and warm, with the unique golden light of the afternoon.In the distance, the Jingling Court with black tiles and white walls lay quietly in the sun, and occasionally a few figures could be seen walking by, wearing the Death Overlord costume that marked the identity of the god of death.

"Ah, it's still the same." He narrowed his eyes and looked out of the window and said lightly.

How long has it been since I saw such a view?Everything that was once extremely familiar is now divided into pieces by the iron fence of the cell, but it still makes the man in the cell feel emotional.

Jingling Court, Corpse Soul Realm.To him, it was really like a memory from a previous life.

Suddenly, a figure approached from the Jingling Court in the distance.

Big orange wavy curly hair hangs behind her, a slim figure with bumps and convexes, and her beautiful face remains the same as before.Yin didn't have to go very close to recognize who it was.

At this moment, the last thing he wants to see is probably Luanju.

After waiting for a while, there was movement at the door.The guards seemed to be saying something in a low voice, and the visiting women agreed one by one, and then there was the sound of the mechanism turning, and then, the stone door of the cell opened, and Matsumoto Rangiku appeared at the door.

There was a brief silence, except for the sound of the door being closed, there was nothing else.

The two looked at each other from a short distance, and for a moment they forgot what to say.

The person standing in the backlight was obviously much thinner than before. The snow-white prison uniform made his face even paler without a trace of blood.In the slightly open front, layers of gauze were tightly wound, and there seemed to be a faint smell of blood in the air.

Luanju just felt that all the words in her belly disappeared at this moment, and even the urge to give him a hard punch turned into nothing at this moment.

It was Yin who spoke first, "Long time no see, Luanju."

A sudden voice brought the dazed woman back to reality.She quickly lowered her head to sort out her thoughts, and when she looked up again, the expression on her face had calmed down a lot.She strode to the edge of the bed and sat down. While opening the box in her hand, she said without raising her head, "I'll change your medicine."

Yin watched the woman fiddling with the trivial medicines in her hand, couldn't help smiling, squinted her eyes and walked over, sat opposite Luanju, looked at the box in her hand with her head, and joked: "When did you transfer to the fourth team? "

The familiar tone and relaxed attitude softened the corners of Luanju's tightly pursed lips, and her voice couldn't help but relax, "Stop talking nonsense, take off your clothes."

"Ah, I take off my clothes when we first meet, I'm shy~~" Yin also made a gesture of covering her chest while talking.

Luanju looked at the man who was messing around, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing, and stretched out her hand to pull his clothes neatly: "Stop talking nonsense, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

"Don't, don't~~" The silver-haired former Grim Reaper pretended to struggle, but was still stripped of his shirt by the strong female Grim Reaper.

When the coat was taken off and the gauze was exposed, Luanju didn't dare to make a fuss any more, told Yin to calm down, and then carefully took off the bandages with a sigh of relief.

Seeing the woman's cautious look, Yin couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, I'm not a porcelain doll, I won't die if I touch it, so you can come here boldly."

After hearing this, Luan Ju settled down, and finally began to untie the gauze neatly.

The upper layers were fairly dry, but the lower ones were stained with blood. When the layers were torn off, the flesh was still attached, making a muffled sound of stinging and stinging.

Luanju looked up worriedly, and saw that the man still had a smiling face, as if the injury was not on his body, and the torn flesh had nothing to do with him at all.

He has been like this since he was a child, no matter how painful the injury is, he can bear it silently with a smiling face, and no matter how difficult the difficulty is, he has never seen him frown.This kind of character made me very distressed and dependent when I was a child.No matter what happened, as long as I turned my head and saw this man standing behind me, I felt extremely at ease.

Following him, I passed through the difficult years without hope; following him, I survived in Ruhun Street, where the weak and the strong preyed on the strong; following him, I applied for the Shenyang Academy of Spiritual Art, which I never even dared to think about before; following him, I gradually became a Today's self.

However, since when did this man whom I used to rely on and trust so much become farther and farther away from her?Since when did I no longer be able to perceive his direction, follow his footsteps, or see clearly what it was thinking?

Every time I think of this, Luan Ju feels like there is a piece of emptiness in her heart.

"Was it wounded by Senbon Sakura?" Ranju carefully removed the gauze, looking at the horrible wounds below and asked.

"Oh~~ That guy Bai Zai is really ruthless. Could it be that he still has a grudge because I used to go to his house to steal persimmons?" Yin said lightly, as if this fatal injury was just an innocuous one. Little revenge.

"Actually, Bai Zai has changed a lot," Luan Ju also chatted evasively, "We all feel that since Renji gave birth to his son, he has become much more tender. Although he still has an iceberg face, in private But she is about to spoil Renji and the child to heaven."

"Oh~~~Really?" Yin smiled, as if thinking of something happy, and couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth, "No matter how strong a man is, I'm afraid he can't do anything about his wife and children~~~"

Luanju raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, and looked at the face that was obviously brimming with happiness, as if she had understood something, her heart couldn't help feeling sour.

"What's wrong?" Silver asked with a smile when he saw the strangeness in the woman's eyes.

"Yin, have you ever regretted it?" Luanju finally asked after pondering for a long time.

"Regret what?"

Luanju didn't speak, just stared at the crescent-shaped eyes, as if she wanted to see through the true heart inside.

"Lanju, can you believe it, I am the same kind of person as Aizen."

"No, you are different from him!" The woman retorted eagerly.

The man opposite just smiled and said unhurriedly, "I have been attracted to him since the first time I saw him at the Maou Academy of Spiritual Art, not only because of his strength and identity, but also because of his soul. The resonance and tacit understanding in the depths of the soul make me deeply desire to follow him. To be able to stand in the same place as him, to be able to see the world in his eyes, and to be able to help him get what he wants, for me , is belief. In the final analysis, we are not people who live for others, for the system and the so-called justice, we all live for ourselves, and I am as selfish as him.”

Matsumoto Ranju looked at the man in front of him who confided his heart, but couldn't tell what the touch in his heart was.She had to admit that she would never be able to give the feeling and influence Aizen could bring to him.

"So, that's why you would rather sacrifice yourself than help him take Orihime Inoue away?" the woman asked seriously.

"Yes." He answered without hesitation.

Luanju finished the final bandaging work, then handed back the clothes on the side to the silver-haired man, and watched him put them on silently.

After being silent for a while, the goddess of death suddenly sighed softly, then suddenly raised her head to stare at the man opposite, her eyes also changed from sad and soft to firm in an instant, she suddenly raised her tone, and asked: "Silver, blue What is the purpose of Dye who wants to capture Inoue Orihime several times?"

Yin looked at his childhood sweetheart whose expression and tone had changed subtly, and the expression on his face also changed instantly, although he was still smiling.The temperature inside has disappeared.

"Ah, Luan Ju, are you interrogating me?"

"Silver, tell me!" the woman said eagerly, "Do you think they locked you here so that you can live a comfortable life? They will try their best to make you tell Aizen's plan, why do you have to ask yourself?" It's hard, why don't you tell me now, I'll help you intercede with Captain Yamamoto, okay?"

"Oh, that sounds good~~" Silver said with a smile.

When Luan Ju heard these words, she clearly refused and was tough. She understood this man, and because of her understanding, the sadness and despair in her heart almost extinguished.

"Yin..." Luanju finally couldn't help her red eyes, her voice choked up, and a sense of powerlessness enveloped her deeply, "Yin...why...why..."

"Luanju," Yin supported the woman's shoulder, stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the rolling crystal teardrops.He has known her for so long, and he has never seen her cry.When I was young, no matter how hard it was or how many people bullied me, the stubborn girl never shed tears.However, at this moment, it collapsed in front of him.The touch in my heart is not fake.

"Lan Ju, I'm very glad to meet you today, but you should go back. In the future, don't come here again."

"silver……"

"Ranju, from the day I left the world of souls, or from the day I joined the fifth team, I chose a completely different path from you. We are not companions. We will be enemies next time we meet. You don't have to Show mercy to me."

The cruel words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Luanju's heart, making her heart feel like a knife, and breaking her last thought.

After being silent for a long time, she finally stood up, wiped the tears from her face, took a last look at the man who had grown up from her childhood, and said in a choked voice: "You are right, next time we meet, we will be enemies."

After finishing speaking, the woman turned around resolutely and walked towards the door of the cell.

Before going out, she stopped suddenly, didn't turn her head, but turned her back to the man's direction, and suddenly whispered: "Yin, you love him, don't you?"

This question made the man behind him startled slightly.

After waiting for a while, just when the woman thought she would never get an answer, a smiling voice suddenly sounded behind her: "Oh, Luanju, you will always be the person who understands me best in this world."

He didn't answer directly, but this admiring sentence already explained everything.

Luanju wiped away the last tear that silently slid across her face, and resolutely walked out of the cell door.

The stone door slammed and closed again, separating the two worlds.

The tip of the premium Wolf Howling pen hovered on the paper for a long while, until a drop of ink landed on the pure white rice paper, blurring a large dazzling stain.

Lan Ran looked down at another piece of destroyed work, and finally put the brush on the stone inkstone beside him as if giving up, and crumpled the rice paper in front of him.

He couldn't calm down.This is the first time this has happened.Even when he made the decision to defect to the Soul Realm, he had never been so anxious like now, and even the calligraphy that had always allowed him to settle down quickly suddenly failed.The king of the virtual circle, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, couldn't help being secretly annoyed.

It has been an hour, and it has been an entire hour since Silver and Four Blades went to the present world. According to the plan, even if there is a battle, there should be a result by this time.But why is there still no movement until now?

Aizen has always had a very bad premonition, and this inexplicable anxiety has haunted him all the time since Yin set off.At this moment, when the No.17 character was written badly, he finally began to regret his hasty decision.

Regarding Yin, Aizen felt that he had always been indecisive.On the one hand, he knew that man was what he wanted from the very beginning, on the other hand, he was a little worried that his reckless possessiveness would eventually destroy him.So he pampers and pampers him, wants him to accomplish everything he wants to do, wants him to become confident and powerful, and wants him to maintain independent thinking.What he wants is to follow himself willingly, not because of dependence, habit or compulsion.

Too much emotion can sometimes affect judgment.Aizen felt that at this moment he was reaping the consequences of himself.

But now, there was nothing he could do but wait.

"Bang bang" suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the voice of Xiao Xu who was serving came from the door: "Master Lan Ran, Master Four Blades, please see me."

Lanran suddenly woke up, calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The door opened, and Ulquiola walked in in a mess, and the strong smell of blood wafted into the room.Lan Ran couldn't help frowning, this kind of injury was unexpected, but what worried him even more was that Yin didn't come together.

"Master Aizen," Four Blades bowed respectfully and saluted, his movements were slightly stiff, and it seemed that he was seriously injured. "The task of capturing Orihime Inoue has been successfully completed, and the woman is currently being held in a cell, waiting for your lord's attention."

"Well, you did a good job." Aizen praised without hesitation, and then asked, "Where's Ichimaru Gin?"

Four Blades still lowered its head and remained silent for a long time.

A strong ominous premonition struck in an instant, Aizen stood up slowly, with sharp eyes, and asked again in a deep voice: "Where is Ichimaru Gin now?"

"Ichimaru...can't come back...uh!" As soon as he finished speaking, Si Ren suddenly felt a tightness in his throat.The man who was standing across the table just now flashed in front of him and strangled him by the neck.

The feeling of suffocation came quickly, and Four Blades subconsciously reached out to grab it, trying to break off the man's steely fingers, but he was seriously injured, and he couldn't exert any strength.All he could say was a broken moan of "uh, uh", and his lungs hurt like they were about to explode.

The man's hands were strong, and he was probably determined to kill without leaving any room for it.Ulquiola felt that not only the trachea, but even the bones in the neck began to rattle and crackle, and they were about to break.And the originally blurred vision began to sink into the darkness little by little.

From the fearful struggle of death at the beginning, it turned into a warm longing for a home. Ulquiola finally gave up the last ounce of resistance and fell limply.

However, just when Four Blades thought he was going to die here, the pressure on his neck suddenly disappeared, and the air suddenly rushed into his severely hypoxic lungs, causing the black-haired young man to sit on the ground, clutching his chest and coughing desperately .The burning pain in his neck, and the feeling of dying just now are still clearly engraved in his mind, which makes Four Blades at this moment feel relaxed and happy for the rest of his life.

But Ulquiorra knew that now was definitely not the time to take things lightly.

He hastily straightened his posture, knelt on the ground, and said intermittently in a hoarse voice: "This mission is because I didn't predict the situation enough, which led to a situation that was difficult to deal with. Although I successfully brought Orihime Inoue back , but the loss of combat power is my fault, please punish Aizen-sama."

"Is he dead?" The man's ice-like voice sounded coldly, as if he was just confirming a result, without any warmth or emotion.

"Before I left, I saw Ichimaru fell to the ground with serious injuries, but it shouldn't be fatal. If those gods of death are willing to save them, they will definitely be able to recover."

Ulquiola didn't dare to look up, and after she finished speaking, she just quietly stared at the ground in front of her feet, listening carefully to the man's movements.

However, for a few short seconds, there was no sound, and the air seemed to freeze.

Just when Ulquiola thought that the man was not going to speak again, the calm voice sounded again: "I want to know what happened, everything."

"Yes." Ur replied, stood up, reached out and took off his left eyeball...