【Blue Silver】Happy quicksand

"Little persimmon, run quickly." Eisuke Kuchiki looked at what happened on the twin shrines not far away, his heart was deeply shrouded in darkness and fear, he almost said hoarsely to the boy beside him.

"Papa..." Little Persimmon murmured as if he was also dumbfounded.

"What? He's your father?" Yingsuke suddenly turned his head and stared at the silver-haired boy beside him.In just a few hours, he received too many shocks.It was enough to shock him that the dead silver-haired man was Xiao Persimmon's mother, but he didn't expect that this demon-like man who wanted to destroy everything in front of him was actually his father!

"Papa, don't!" Little Persimmon was also frightened by the huge power.He could feel the man's anger and violence, as well as his determination to destroy everything.

"Don't go there!" Yingjie suddenly jumped up and hugged the little persimmon who was about to come forward, and shouted eagerly: "Your father is crazy, if you don't leave, even you will be killed by him!"

"No! Let go, let me go!" Little Persimmon struggled desperately, "I'm numb to death, my papa is very sad, it's only because my papa is very sad!"

As he spoke, the silver-haired child's face was wet with tears again.

Eisuke Kuchiki also felt very sad, but he couldn't care about it now, those destructive spiritual pressures were getting stronger and stronger, almost making him breathless, he hugged little persimmon's shoulders tightly, and pushed him towards Push in the opposite direction: "Don't go over, you will die! I won't allow you to go over!"

"Why do you order me! Your people killed me, Ma Ma, you are all murderers!" Little Persimmon cried while crying.

Eisuke Kuchiki froze for a moment, and Little Persimmon took the opportunity to break free from his arm, and ran desperately towards the Hill of Two Deaths.

He ran a few steps, stopped again, and turned to glance at the boy behind him.The black-haired boy stood there staring at him blankly, his black pupils filled with sadness that he had never seen before.

Little Persimmon looked at him for a moment, then turned around and ran towards Lan Ran, this time, he didn't look back.

Just when all the Gods of Reaper above the twins fell into despair, suddenly a small silver figure rushed over.

A child who was only four or five years old appeared out of nowhere, rushed over and hugged Ai Ran.

And the spiritual pressure wall around the man, which seemed to be able to crush everything, unexpectedly did not respond to the approach of this brat, as if there was some system on his body that could allow those spiritual pressures to recognize it.

Aizen was enveloped by pure killing intent, but suddenly felt a warm body slam into his arms, and his waist was tightly hugged by a pair of small arms.

"Papa, don't!" The familiar child's voice rang in my ear.

Aizen slowly lowered his head, his phantom eyes flashed with white light.

The little child holding him also looked up, a pair of brown eyes filled with mist, and the familiar silver hair.

"Papa, I'm Little Persimmon, you still know me, right..." The child blinked his big eyes, and crystal tears rolled down. The sadness and dependence in his eyes made the man's heart skip a beat.

"... Dian'er." A hoarse voice called.

"Papa..." More tears fell from his eyes, and the kid smiled, rubbing his silver head against the man's arms, just like he usually does.

"Papa, let's take Mama home." Little Persimmon said with a sob, and then buried his face in his clothes, "Papa, please take me and Mama home, I want to go home with you and Mama ..."

Aizen looked at the little child in his arms, and couldn't help closing his eyes when he heard the sobbing words.When it was opened again, the dazzling white light had disappeared, and the eyes returned to their original appearance again.

He felt that the crazy idea in his heart was instantly grasped by reason and pushed into a dark corner.

The black Reiatsu over the Hill of Twin Deaths dissipated little by little.

The spiritual pressure wall surrounding Aizen suddenly turned yellow, and then rushed to the sky, opening a gap in midair.Aizen used this powerful spiritual pressure to open the world-transmitting door leading to the virtual circle.

He bent down and hugged Ichimaru Gin's cold body again, and then saw the little persimmon leaning over and grabbing the corner of his clothes.

The man glanced at everyone on the two deathbeds with cold eyes, and said in a low voice: "You will not last long, and I will come back to ask you to pay back this blood debt, God of Death."

Everyone couldn't move forward, and could only watch Aizen holding Ichimaru Gin's body, and the little ghost who should be their child was standing next to him, rising into the air and heading towards the world-transmitting gate.

At this moment, a small figure suddenly ran over, rushing towards the yellow wall cover before everyone had time to react.

Byakuya Kuchiki saw the figure clearly, and his heart stopped beating instantly. "Yingjie!" He subconsciously yelled, the panic in his voice was rarely seen among nobles.

The black-haired boy had already bumped into the golden spiritual pressure wall, and was immediately bounced away by a huge force.

"Yingsuke!" It was Little Persimmon who was inside the wall enclosure who yelled this time.He stared closely at the figure that was rushed to the open space more than ten meters away.

However, after a while, the black-haired boy struggled to get up again, his fair face was stained with blood winding down from his forehead and the corners of his mouth, he staggered a few steps and fell down again.

He raised his head desperately, and saw the silver-haired figure getting farther and farther away from him amidst the blood red, a soreness rushed into his throat, making his voice choke out of tune: "Little persimmon...don't go..."

"Yingjie..." Little Persimmon looked at the tearful boy in the distance, his ebony pupils were filled with sadness and despair.

"I'm sorry... I... can't be your deputy team anymore," the silver-haired boy murmured, feeling bitterness that he had never felt in his heart, "Because, we are enemies..."

"Little persimmon!" Kuchiki Eisuke wanted to get close to the spiritual pressure wall again, but was hugged by Kuchiki Byakuya who rushed over.He could only watch helplessly as the silver-haired boy rose into the air and disappeared into the world-transmitting gate.

We are the enemy.The last words he left rang in his ears, and the little black-haired boy suddenly went limp and passed out.