Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

　　 The gloomy underground regenerates and changes, a stone chair rises from behind Hongjiang, Hongjiang's legs are bent, and he sits on it.

　　 The crossing gate that sank into the ground appeared again, and there were about thirty people in tattered clothes lying around the crossing gate.

　　 "They were the ones who used to perform a stab cremation. There were originally fifty people, but now there are only thirty-nine. By the way, you still owe me something."

　　 Moecheng Shuang also pointed to the people lying on the ground. Judging from their clothes, they were all refugees on Liuhun Street. However, unlike ordinary refugees, these people have spiritual power, which is roughly equivalent to the level of the middle and lower-level players in the 13th Division of the Guardian.

　　 But he didn't understand, what on earth did Molecheng double want these people to do? And it seems that he is going to take these people to this world. Is it a servant who is short of tea and water?

Molecheng Shuang also saw the doubt in Hongjiang’s eyes. A stone chair rose, sitting in front of Hongjiang and slowly said, “These people were selected by me on Liuhun Street before you were born, but they didn’t. It's really a great loss to find you."

"Then I'm really lucky. If you find it, I will suffer." Hong Jiang replied with a calm face. If he was discovered by Molecheng Shuang, it might be him who had just become a cremation sacrifice. Up.

　　 Moecheng Shuang also understands the meaning of Hongjiang's words. Perhaps the other party is a genius surpassing him, but he is not a teacher who is willing to cultivate geniuses, so if Diezuka Hongjiang really fell into his hands, he would definitely not have the current achievements.

Although it will be different from these refugees at this time, it's just the order of giving up. He can't treat Hongjiang as his own like Yamamoto. Of course, if the Molecheng family did not experience that incident, he might be Such a person, but at that time he didn't intend to become a **** of death.

　　 Thinking of this, Mole Chengshuang also shook his head helplessly. Some people may not have fate from the beginning, even if changes give rise to thousands of possibilities, the same is true.

"Death is a topic that we can't get around, especially for them." Mole Chengshuang also leaned his body on the back of the chair, inserted the Zanpaku knife in his hand on the ground, and continued: "They are all born. In the poorest area of ​​Liuhun Street, they may have died earlier without my intervention, or in the hands of the same kind, and more likely to be in the mouth."

　　 "But I don't think they want to die at the hands of the **** of death who brought them to the Soul World! This is too ironic!"

"I now understand why you can become friends with Quincy." Mole Chengshuang also smiled, his eyes suddenly sharpened, "You are right, we brought them to the Soul World, but we don't care. Regardless, let them be invaded by the imaginary no matter in this world or here, the corpse soul world, the headquarters of death!"

"This...," Hongjiang was asked all of a sudden. If the **** of death is compared to an angel who leads people to heaven, for people outside the 60th district of Liuhun Street, the soul world is not heaven. The **** of death does this. In their view, things may be more irresponsible.

　　 "Have you ever experienced the despair of being bitten by the virtual?"

　　 "Huh?" Hong Jiang was stunned, wasn't he just talking about the **** of death? Is this contrasting the incompetence of death? No need!

"I don't think you have experienced it, but I have experienced it personally!" Mole Chengshuang also said, his eyes softened, "You walked out of Seireing Palace when you were in your twenties, but compared to you, I am actually lucky. There are a lot of people and a lot of happiness, because my sister, I can do what I like, I can be a coward who doesn’t want to be a **** of death~"

　　 A warm smile crept up to the corners of Molecheng Shuangye's mouth. This was the first time Hongjiang saw him. However, the corners of his eyes were a little gleaming, such a sentimental person, or the cold Molecheng Shuangye that he had seen before?

　　 "She is a gentle and strong person, guarding her two unambitious brothers, and taking this as her happiest thing."

　　 Mole Chengshuang also raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief. Kozo Mojo next to him, sitting on the ground with his head down, his body shook. Although he heard no sound, Hongjiang thought he should be crying too.

　　 The hateful person must have a pitiful place, perhaps just like Mole Chengshuang also said, "A person will change without a home." Now his appearance must be something he couldn't think of.

"But this is such a person, at the moment before being torn apart by the imaginary," Mole Chengshuang also took a deep breath, letting her voice no longer tremble, and continued: "I will never forget her desperate expression. I can't forget the indifferent Grim Reapers on the high walls, let alone the ugly masks! And they seem to be talking about the incompetent laughter of the Grim Reapers!"

Molecheng Shuang also waved his hand, and a picture appeared in vain in the air in front of Hongjiang. On the picture was a piece of scorched ground with two or three Kylians, and countless ordinary Xuans poking their heads at the left and right. Searching for something.

"It's this group of beasts. My sister actually died in the hands of this group of beasts. This is simply the greatest insult to the identity of the **** of death she admired!" Mole Chengshuang also suddenly stood up from the stone chair, shouting angrily Said: "This kind of humble and ugly beast shouldn't exist!"

"So after I became the **** of death, I entered the 11th division of the main battle team that invested the most in the desire to kill! I swear that one day ~www.novelmtl.com~ I will bring the 11th division into the virtual circle. There are so many vanities there, not one is left! Let the group of beasts who brought shame to my sister completely extinct!"

　　 Mole Chengshuang also said, and waved his hand to shatter the suspended picture in front of him. At the same time, a stone thorn suddenly rises on the ground above their heads, piercing all the imaginary stranded here and turning them into powder! It turned out that the place on the screen just now was the mountain where Hongjiang and Molecheng also fought.

"But even if you attack the virtual circle, it is impossible to get rid of the virtual circle." Hongjiang swallowed, seeing Molecheng Shuang and there was no riot, so he continued: "And even if the virtual circle of the virtual circle is killed. It is impossible for Erjing to become extinct. After all, their roots actually come from this world."

"I understand, and Seireitei understands, so since a thousand years ago, there have been fewer and fewer attacks on the virtual circle. From my birth to now, there has been no one time!" Mole Chengshuang also turned his head, sickly face A rare blood appeared on Shang, "That's the way I understand. The job of the **** of death is to maintain the balance of the soul. If this balance is enough, you are satisfied with the status quo, this abnormal status quo of getting along with the enemy'friendly'!"

"Either I take the initiative to change, or I let Seireitei and the **** of death change!" Mole Chengshuang also pointed to Hongjiang, and continued: "The latter has failed because of you, so I will now return to the original plan. People come to change."

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