【Blue Silver】Happy quicksand

Sal Apollo raised his head reluctantly, the hand stuck on his neck made him unable to breathe smoothly, his eyes turned black, blood dripped from his forehead, his eyelashes were wet and he could not open his eyes, his nose was full of blood. With a strong smell of blood, his ears buzzed.Limbs were all broken, hanging powerlessly on both sides of the body, the pain of being dismantled and broken bones has gradually become numb.However, the strong murderous intent and the gushing anger on the man's body caused a chill to slide from the brain to the heart, making people shudder.

will be killed.This feeling has never been stronger.Saar Apollo looked at the man who was driving himself into a desperate situation in the thick blood, and tried his best to maintain his final sobriety.

"Let me ask you again," the murderous King of Void Circle leaned down and looked directly at his dying subordinate, and slid in a low and cold voice, "Why is your ring stone in that brat's hand?"

Sal Apollo shook his head desperately, he could hardly make any sound.

"Do you want to deny it?" Aizen narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Dongxian Yao has already investigated, and the little persimmon took the eight-edged ring stone and ordered Kirian to open the gate to send him to the Soul Realm .What is your purpose, eh? Want to kill my son?"

"No...it's him..." Sal Apollo said vaguely, "Threatening me..."

"Threatening you?" Aizan smiled distortedly, "A child whose spiritual pressure is not stable can threaten you to hand over the ring stone obediently? Why didn't you think of a better excuse before you did that, Eight Blades? "

Saar Apollo knew it would be like this, even if he told the truth, no one would believe it.It's a joke to be threatened by a child who doesn't even have a Zanpakuto, which is why he was almost killed without saying a word.

"Since you insist that you are so useless, there is no need for me to keep you." Aizen slowly raised his hand.Eight Blades almost closed his eyes in despair.

"Master Aizen." Dong Xianyao suddenly interrupted Aizen's movements.

"Master Aizen, please calm down. The young master's whereabouts are unknown now. Sal Apollo is the last person to see him. Please spare his life to investigate clearly."

Aizen's hand stopped for a moment because of this sentence, and then slowly let it go.

"Come on, pull him into the cell and keep him under strict supervision." He finally ordered.

Slight fluctuations appeared on the spiritual pressure monitoring display in the twelfth division of the Soul World, but because the fluctuations were too small, it did not attract the attention of the god of death who was in charge of the guard.

At the same time, a silver-haired imp appeared on the bipolar hill in the world of ghosts.As soon as he stood firmly, he turned his head and waved to Kilian at the other end of the world-transmitting gate, and said with a smile: "Bye bye~~Remember to return that stone to Sasa, it will be miserable if you are caught by Papa~~ "

"Hey? Can Killian understand such complicated words?" Little Persimmon suddenly thought at the moment the world-transmitting gate closed.

But only perplexed for a second, Little Persimmon was immediately attracted by the scene in front of him and threw the question out of the blue.

The endless blue sky and white clouds, large hillside grasslands, small buildings with white walls and black tiles, and well-organized streets.The appearance of the soul world is completely different from that of the virtual circle, which made Xiao Shizi, who left home for the first time, widen his eyes curiously. "Wow~~~ Does the Zanpakuto here have the same ability as Papa? It's amazing to be able to create such a large canopy!" Little Persimmon looked around excitedly.

However, when he thought of the destroyed place in Xuquan, the little face showed a sad look again, Ma Ma... Did he really betray Papa?Papa really don't want to be numb?The eyes that were still shining because of seeing a novel scene just now gradually dimmed, even though everyone in the virtual circle said so, but the little persimmon just didn't want to believe it.Although Ma Ma lost his memory a while ago, but from the past few days of getting along with him, he could see that Ma Ma had gradually accepted Papa, and no one could see Papa's love for Ma Ma more clearly than him.Therefore, he absolutely did not believe that they would betray each other!There must be some misunderstanding!

I must find Ma Ma myself, clear up the misunderstanding, and bring Ma Ma back to Papa!Little Persimmon strengthened her thoughts, and then walked down the mountain in big strides.

Just after the lunch break, the streets of Jinglingting were quiet at this time.The silver-haired kid walked carefully along the base of the wall. He didn't know if the path he chose was too remote, but he didn't meet anyone.

But after walking for 5 minutes, Little Persimmon discovered a very serious problem—he got lost!

"These neat houses all look the same!" After seeing the same stone for the fourth time, Little Persimmon finally couldn't help going crazy.

He stopped as if giving up, leaned against a wall beside him with a depressed face, and looked up at the sky melancholy.However, at this moment, something that appeared in front of him caught his attention. "Ah? This is—" He hastily stretched his neck to look at the thing above his head, and then couldn't help but shouted: "It's a persimmon tree~~~~~"

The silver-haired kid hurriedly looked at the wall behind him, and found that it should be the wall of a house, and this persimmon tree was planted in the yard behind the wall. Because it grew tall and lush, some branches and leaves protruded outside the wall.

Yes, Ma Ma likes persimmons so much, maybe she lives in a place where there are persimmon trees!Little Persimmon's expression instantly brightened, and new hope was ignited.

I was used to climbing trees with Ma Ma when I was in the virtual circle. The tall persimmon tree in front of me was no problem for the little persimmon. Carefully inspecting the fruit among the leaves while resting his calf.

"Ah? It's not quite ripe yet~~~" Little Persimmon looked at the half-green and half-yellow persimmon and said regretfully.At this moment, he suddenly heard some movement under the tree, and looked down, a black-haired boy was practicing sword in the yard not far from the tree.

The boy looked no more than five or six years old. He was dressed in a snow-white robe with sky blue trim on the cuffs and hem, and a black belt around his waist. He looked simple and elegant. He was wielding a wooden sword in his hand. Although each move is not complicated, it is short and powerful. The wooden sword slides through the air and makes a cold brushing sound.

He seemed to have been practicing for a long time, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted until he finished the whole set of movements, then stopped and went to sit under the tree to rest.

As soon as the boy sat down against the tree root, he felt something hit his head lightly. The thing rolled along his body and fell to his feet. It was a small and green persimmon.The young man thought it was the wind that had dropped the fruit on the tree, so he didn't pay much attention to it. However, after a while, another half-green and half-yellow persimmon fell down.He froze for a moment, and then the third one hit his head.

The boy finally realized that something was wrong, frowned and looked up the tree, and saw a silver head appearing among the green branches and leaves, the owner of the head was looking at him with a smile, holding a few green leaves in his hands. persimmon.

"Who is it!" The boy immediately stood up with a guarded expression on his face.

The people on the tree were not nervous, they climbed down slowly, fell to the ground, lowered their heads and patted the dirt on their bodies, then raised their faces to look at him, and said, "Your persimmons are really unpalatable, not as good as mine. .”

The young man looked up and down the person across from him vigilantly, and found that he was a kid who was not as tall as himself. He relaxed a little, and asked with a serious face, "Who the hell are you? Why are you on my persimmon tree? "

"Well, my name is Little Persimmon. I climbed the tree because I wanted to eat persimmons. It's a pity that your persimmons are not tasty at all. They are green and astringent." Little Persimmon said seriously.

The young man subconsciously glanced at the green persimmon in his hand, and couldn't help frowning: "Little persimmon? Who would call this kind of name? Even if you make it up, you have to be more reliable. Do you think I'm easy to deceive?" ?”

"Ah, but my name is really Little Persimmon~~~" said the silver-haired kid with an innocent face.

The black-haired boy still had an expression of disbelief: "I've never seen you before, aren't you from the Jingling Court? Where did you come from?"

"Uh...I..." Too bad, I haven't figured out this excuse yet, how should I put it, my dad and the people here are enemies, if I say I came from the virtual circle, I will definitely be arrested.Little Persimmon thought to himself.

"You sneaked in from Liuhun Street!" The black-haired boy opposite suddenly said sharply.

"Oh, that's right, Liuhun Street!" Little Persimmon nodded hurriedly. This excuse seemed to be a better one. He remembered hearing Mama say that Liuhun Street was his hometown.

"Hmph, trespassing in Jingling Court is a capital offense, and stealing persimmons from a noble's house is an even worse crime. I'll call someone to arrest you right away." The black-haired boy turned around and was about to leave.

Little Persimmon became anxious when he heard that, he rushed over and grabbed him by the corner of his clothes, "Don't... don't go..." However, he was not as strong as him, and he was thrown to the ground within two strokes. Looking at the black-haired boy's Looking at his back, thinking that he had finally come here, but he was about to be taken away without even seeing Ma Ma, Little Persimmon suddenly felt aggrieved, and tears fell down all at once.

The black-haired boy was about to leave when he suddenly heard no sound behind him. He couldn't help but stop and turned around. He saw the silver-haired kid lying on the ground miserably, biting his lip and crying silently. A few tears rolled down his dirty face and smashed into the soil under his body, and a large piece of the ground was immediately wet.

Seeing this scene, the boy suddenly couldn't bear it for some reason, and couldn't take another step.He stood there for a while, thinking about the teachings that his father told him, "Don't be soft-hearted to the enemy", but suddenly flashed past what his mother said, "Protect those who are weaker than you."In the end, the little boy sighed, and walked back to the silver-haired kid, squatted down in front of him, bowed his head and called out: "Hey!"

Little Persimmon looked up at him with teary eyes, snorted, and turned away from him awkwardly.The black-haired boy watched the mud on another piece of ground get wet again.

"Okay, I'm not going to find someone to catch you, so stop crying."

"Really?" Little Persimmon hastily raised his head to confirm, "You're not lying to me?"

"I will do what I say, but you are not allowed to lie to me, okay?"

Little Persimmon tilted his head and thought for a while, then nodded.

"Then get up." The boy said and lifted up the little persimmon lying on the ground.

Little Persimmon sat up, her eyes were red, she sniffed her nose, wiped the tears on her face with her sleeve, and immediately turned her dirt-faced face into a cat.

The boy on the opposite side looked at him, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "I don't think you should be called Little Persimmon, but Little Cat."

"You are the little cat!" Little Persimmon retorted unconvinced.

The boy looked at the cat in front of him and glared at him with a pair of round brown eyes, suddenly felt a little funny again, and unconsciously softened his tone: "My name is Eisuke Kuchiki, what is your name?"

Little Persimmon got up from the ground, glanced at him, and said angrily: "I've already told you my name is Little Persimmon, don't you believe me!"

Seeing his pouting, Yingjie didn't pursue it any further, and said, "Okay, it's fine if you don't tell me, I'll call you Xiaohuamao from now on until you tell me your real name."

In fact, little persimmon knows in his heart that his real name cannot be told to people in the soul world. His real name might be caught as a spy, so his real name must be kept secret.But to be honest, the name of Little Persimmon can't be regarded as a lie, why the guy in front of him just doesn't believe it.

"What are you doing in Jingling Court?" Yingjie gave up asking about the name and changed another question.

When Little Persimmon heard this question, his eyes started to turn red again. He lowered his head and wiped a dirty spot on his clothes with his hands, and said in a muffled voice, "I want to find my mom..."

"Your mother is in Jingling Court?"

Little Persimmon nodded, and continued to grab the corner of the clothes, but it became more and more dirty: "I Mama and Papa quarreled, so I left us and ran here."

Yingjie looked at him, and suddenly felt a little sad. He stepped forward, pulled his hand off the clothes, and said softly, "You can't clean it like this. Go, I'll take you to change it."

The little silver head looked up at him, the mist in the eyes still hadn't faded: "Can you...can you not tell others that I sneaked in? I just want to find my mother, and I won't do bad things."

The little black-haired boy suddenly felt something tremble in his heart.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't reply, Little Persimmon thought he was unwilling, so he hurriedly said: "I... I will accompany you, Shizi, okay?"

The little persimmon felt the hand tightening suddenly, and the black-haired boy said, "Don't worry, I will protect you and won't let anyone catch you. The persimmons on this tree are not ripe yet, so they are not tasty. , if you like it, I'll take you to eat ripe persimmons."

"Really?" Little Persimmon raised her face and looked at him, her eyes full of expectation.

"En!" Kuchiki Eisuke nodded vigorously, then took the hand of Xiaoshizi and walked towards his house.

Little Persimmon took a comfortable bath in the spacious swimming pool, and then changed into the clothes Kuchiki Eisuke prepared for him.It is a white kimono with a sky blue belt, and pale pink cherry blossom petals are printed on the cuffs and body. The fabric is very light and comfortable, and the size is also very suitable.He was used to wearing the palace clothes of Xuye Palace, and he found it very novel to change the style suddenly. He turned left and right in front of the mirror for a long time before leaving the bathroom with a dry towel.

As soon as the little persimmon arrived in the bedroom, he saw two large yellow persimmons on the table, and immediately ran over happily, picked them up and smelled them, and still kept shouting: "Wow, it smells so good~~~"

As soon as Eisuke Kuchiki entered the door, he saw the silver-haired kitten holding a big persimmon with a smile on his face. He couldn't help being startled by the happy look, and then raised the corner of his mouth unconsciously, and couldn't help but joked: "Persimmon That's all, those who don't know think you're holding a gold brick, laughing until your eyes disappear."

"Huh? You can't eat gold bricks, what's so good about it." The little persimmon said with a matter of course, and then took a big bite of the persimmon.

People in Liuhun Street actually think that gold bricks are not as good as persimmons?The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows, and his eyes couldn't help being more interesting. This little cat is really special.

Yingsuke walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, his eyes fell on the man who was gnawing persimmons again, and he suddenly noticed the new clothes he was wearing.It was the gown prepared by the servants for his birthday party last year. He only wore it once and thought it was too feminine so he didn't wear it again. Now it suits this guy unexpectedly, not only does he not feel feminine, On the contrary, there is an indescribable nobleness, not at all like a child from Liuhun Street.

"This dress... suits you very well." After saying this, Yingjie felt a little awkward again. He really didn't often do things like praise others.However, the guy who was praised was devoting himself to gnawing on the persimmon, his whole face was almost buried in it, it would really spoil the scenery, Yingsuke couldn't help but look a little funny, but...it's pretty cute.Thinking of this, Yingjie suddenly felt a little hot on his face.

"Hey..." Seeing that the people in front of him were all focused on the persimmon, the black-haired boy suddenly felt a little reconciled, so he called his attention back.

"En? What?" The kitten finally heard the sound and turned to look at him, with yellow juice all over its mouth, it really looked like a cat that was stealing.

Yingjie couldn't help smiling again, "I said, why didn't you dry your hair after taking a shower, it's still dripping, be careful of catching a cold."

"Oh," Little Persimmon looked suddenly enlightened, and suddenly picked up the towel he brought out from the bathroom, went to sit down opposite the black-haired boy, lowered his head and put his head in front of him, and said, "Wipe it for me." Hair."

"Ah?" Eisuke Kuchiki was taken aback by this unexpected request, "Why?"

"I'm eating persimmons, so I don't have time to spare." The person in front of him raised his head and said as a matter of course, and then stuffed the towel into his hand, "Hurry up, at worst, I'll wipe your hair for you next time you take a shower Well." Then he moved his head closer.

Yingsuke stared at the silver head in front of him speechlessly for a long time, finally sighed, picked up a towel and wiped it.

"Hey, just lightly... rub the back of the ears too... yes, that's it... oh, it's delicious... don't stop your hands..." Little Persimmon took the time to guide the first time while eating persimmons. The young master who was helping others to wipe their hair couldn't help but secretly smiled and rolled his eyes.No wonder Ma Ma asks Papa to wipe his hair every time he takes a shower. Although he is not professional in cleaning his hair, it is really interesting to see him showing such a reluctant but helpless look.