Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

　　 On a plain in the Xiliu District, a scorched black land with a size of about five or six square kilometers, with some depressions and cracks, is a bit out of step with the beautiful surrounding scenery.

　　 Suddenly, with a loud bang, a few charred rocks flew up into the sky, breaking the dead silence here. The man with tattered clothes but not a trace of dirt walked out of the ground. It was Hiroe Chozuka who had just learned about Moecheng Shuangya with his own hands.

　　 Actually, it’s not right to say personally. After Moe Chengshuang also told him, he shattered his own heart with only one sentence. Even his brother Moe Cheng Kozo was killed by him.

　　 "I don't feel relieved that Fortunately San will leave alone." This is the last sentence left by Molecheng Shuangye.

　　 Hongjiang sighed lightly and pulled the light rope in his hand. Two sarcophagi broke out of the ground, containing the corpses of Molecheng Shuangya and Molecheng Kozo.

Although the two brothers and Molecheng are on opposite sides for various reasons, Hong Jiang can't feel a trace of hatred for this person, and he even feels a little guilty in his heart. The two brothers are just two poor people. That's it, so Hong Jiang retained the last respect for their bodies.

But even so, the corpses of these two people can't be buried in Seireitei, maybe even the burial is difficult, especially the members of the eleventh division who lost their captain, it is estimated that they would like to be broken into pieces. Right.

　　 Or just bury them here? Hong Jiang looked back at the two sarcophagi. It may be the best result for them, but if you don't take their bodies back, you will be beaten for nothing.

　　 Looking down at himself again, the originally spacious death tyrant dress is now full of necklines above the abdomen, and the sleeves on both sides are also much shorter, like a funny little vest.

There are only a few thin threads left on the shank of the armor ghost hanging on the waist, and the blade in the scabbard is even more terrible. It was originally less than two feet and it was cut off. The rest is also Not much better, the blade is densely covered with fine lines, and the original sharp blade is even more pitted by a dog.

　　 Jiagui’s 卍jie is like this, once damaged, he can only repair it by himself according to the normal healing speed of the owner's body, but before it is completely repaired, he can't even release the original solution. And this time, the damage of A ghost is close to a quarter, and it is estimated that every ten days and a half months will not get better.

"It's not easy for me. Few people in this world have an easy life." Hong Jiang folded his hands together and whispered to the two sarcophagi in front of him: "So please forgive me for having to take you back to Seiling Palace. ,,, I won’t be to blame for the rest of the matter, please understand."

　　 Don't care if these words will work, Hong Jiang turned his head after speaking, and rushed to the west in the direction of Seiring Palace.

But just in the sky above Hongjiang a thousand meters high, a green devil-like creature was floating there, on which stood a woman with her hair draped behind her, Hong Jiang’s every move fell on her lifeless In his eyes.

　　 The fourth division captain Uozhihuaretsu, the creature at her feet is her Hajime Roujiu, or she should be called by the name Uozhihua Yachiryu at this moment, the first generation of Sword Baumaohua Yachiryu.

　　 She also just found here. According to Yamamoto's order to her, she should rush down at this moment, knock Hongjiang stunned, and then take it back to Seireitei.

　　 It is not difficult for anyone to guess that there is a sarcophagus behind Hongjiang. It must be the fugitive Moecheng Shuangya who has taken the title of Sword Eight that can create such a momentum. This makes Mao Zhihua feel difficult.

　　 Let Hongjiang disappear from the field of vision, Uozhihua still has no decision in her heart, but maybe she has already decided, maybe?

"Have you been in contact with me too much, is it also contaminated with my misfortune?" Uozhihua held the scabbard around her waist, rubbing her right thumb back and forth in the air, as if she was holding an invisible knife in her hand. .

"But the misfortune that started with me cannot end because of me. Let me see where you will go, whether you can reach the level of that man back then~" After Uozhihua muttered to herself, her right foot was light. Stomping, the meat 唔唔 at his feet opened his mouth with a silly smile, turned around and flew away to the west.

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　　 Two days later, outside the Seoring Palace, Toru Toru Yuin looked at the two sarcophagus Hiroe Chozuka in front of him, his face was full of excitement and admiration.

　　 Hongjiang did not deliberately hide his attention when he returned. His whereabouts were naturally discovered by the death gods stationed in Liuhai District. At the same time, there was news that the criminal Mole Chengshuang had also been punishable!

　　Same as the death of Kenpachi Kariya Shiki, whether it is in the Seireitei or outside the Seireitei, the **** of death knows that Molejo Shuangya is powerful.

　　The members of the eleventh division are even more so. Even if there are millions of unwillingness in their hearts, they all know that the man who killed his captain is worthy of their honorable name Moecheng Kenhachi!

　　 They wanted revenge, even if they knew that they had just given their lives in vain. But they are also confused. If Molecheng Shuang is not defeated by one person, then the title of Kenhachi, which is also a symbol of the 11th division, will completely disappear?

　　 Is it revenge or waiting for someone to appear? Of course, the latter is also revenge, but they are also afraid that this hatred will gradually dissipate over time.

　　 But at this moment, the news that Chozuka Hiroe killed the fugitives Moecheng Shuangya and Moecheng Kozo reached the Seireitei.

The death of 　　Kariyashiki Kenpachi made the eleventh division plunged into a long night, because the sun in their hearts disappeared. And now, the night is finally over, a person named Diezuka Hongjiang, as the newborn sun, swept away the haze in their hearts!

　　 Only Hong Jiang and Toru Toru Yongyin returned from Liuhun Street to Seiring Palace, but since entering the Runlinan District of Dongliuhun Street, the number of people around them has gradually increased.

That was the members of the eleventh division. There was one player on each side of the road every 100 meters. They would bow to the two of them with a ninety degree bow first, and then they would stand up and follow silently after the two passed by. Behind the two.

　　 But Toru Toruyuki knew that this salute was only to Hong Jiang. These arrogant and surly 11th Division members, at this moment, had gratitude or admiration on their faces, and these were only to Hong Jiang.

　　 Toru Toruyōto does not ask herself to do the same. She only hopes that one day, everyone will look at her with a trusting and relieved expression, but she is not yet.

　　 started to be shoulder to shoulder with Hongjiang~www.novelmtl.com~ until Yuin Toru consciously followed Hongjiang, she understood that she could only stay in this position at the moment.

　　 Coming to the front of Seireitei, the empty periphery of Seireitei on weekdays, at this moment, two rows of death gods standing side by side form a black road.

At the end of the left side of the road, there is a man with a short head and tears. The armband on his left arm has a black sawgrass printed under the word'Eleven'. This is the flower representing the battle, and it is also the team of the eleventh division. Flower, and he is the deputy captain of the eleventh division Goosuke.

"Gong,," the moment Hongjiang stepped into the area of ​​Seiring Palace, Gosuke tremblingly said a word, took a deep breath, and after forcibly stabilizing his breath, Gosuke choked his neck and shouted loudly: "Gonge welcome to the ninth generation. Sword Eight! Diezuka Sword Eight!"

　　 "Li!!!!"

　　 The members of the Eleventh Division on both sides and behind Hongjiang pulled out the Zanpaku Knife from their waists together, holding hands tightly in front of them.

　　 "Welcome Diezuka Kenpachi!"

　　 The sound made by more than three hundred gods of death, the sound was deafening, as if it was about to crush the Seireitei, and there was only one thing to say, "Welcome Diezuka sword eight!"

　　 "Welcome Diezuka Kenpachi!"

　　 "Welcome Diezuka Kenpachi!"

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