Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Somewhere in the Seireitei, on the top of a hill, in a meadow.

The noisy wind blew, and the grass seemed to turn into green waves, blowing one after another.

Broken Bee knelt on the edge of the cliff, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the man on his knees with beautiful eyes.

The two of them had had enough trouble and were tired, so they found a comfortable place to rest. They were both captains, and even if they were not there, there would still be deputy captains working.

Resting on Sui Feng's thigh, Fang Lang sniffed the body fragrance and buried his head completely in her belly.

Looking at the carefree man on his lap, Cuifeng said angrily: "Can you stop being so leisurely?"

"What are you doing?" Fang Lang held Sui Feng's waist and refused to get up, "Don't you have nothing to do?"

"Yes! Have you forgotten what you said?" Broken Bee rolled his eyes at him, "Although Aizen has obtained Bengyu, it is a lie and cannot be hidden for long. And with Aizen's wisdom, he will soon Understand who can pull the strings."

Hearing this, Fang Lang was silent for a while and then said nonchalantly: "What you said makes sense, but I have no words to refute."

"You...are so angry with me." Sui Bee itched her teeth with hatred.

Fang Lang glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Seeing her like this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "What does it matter? He doesn't dare to challenge the entire Soul Society alone."

"but……"

"But with Aizen's wisdom, there are many ways to do it secretly." Fang Lang said dullly: "Moreover, if he sends a few Ten Blades over, he doesn't even need to attack the Soul Society. He just needs to make a big fuss in the world. The Soul Society has no choice but to send personnel there. Well, there are many similar methods. So..."

"So, you can't be so leisurely!" Broken Bee exuded an air of anger.

Fang Lang laughed dryly and finally stood up, "An Xin, I'm already making preparations. He has Arrancar thugs, and I can naturally have a Masked Army. But first, let's get familiar with Bengyu."

"So you're targeting Renji Abarai?" Suihou was startled and suddenly understood.

"Not just him, people like Ichigo Kurosaki can use him." Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, "If Aizen can use the hot-blooded boy, I can also use him. It's very simple."

"I don't really like what you said." Broken Bee expressed his inner feelings.

"That's right, let's talk about fighting the powerful enemy together." Fang Lang scratched his head and said: "But having said that, Aizen this time, the biggest turmoil was in the central room 46. All members died. I don't know how long it will take. Recover.”

Regarding this issue, Broken Bee was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "Soon! The sages and judges in the forty-sixth room in the central room were all from noble families. They died, but the families behind them are still there. Very soon We will soon be filled with new blood.”

Hearing this, Fang Lang frowned, always having a bad feeling.

He shook his head and said without thinking much, "Go back, little Suibee."

"Um."

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A week later, the fifth division team building.

Fang Lang sat at the desk where Aizen once sat, looking through many documents.

This is not team work, but Aizen's previous research.

The research data is very complex, numerous, and covers all aspects. Especially the research on the boundaries of the God of Death is extremely complicated, profound and difficult to understand.

Fang Lang has six years of research experience. Even so, it seems very obscure.

He originally wanted to find research information on Bengyu or the Death God's Hollow Experiment, but unfortunately, it seemed that all these information had been destroyed before Aizen left.

"I have a headache. Over the past week, Renji Abarai has changed a little bit, but it's not obvious yet." Fang Lang rubbed his temples and stretched again, "I don't know how long it will take if this continues?"

While taking a breath, a pair of small white hands suddenly stretched out, holding tea.

Fang Lang looked up and saw Hinamori Tao.

"Thank you, Captain Fang Lang." Hinamori Tao smiled slightly and put down the teacup, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing, I'm just investigating Aizen's whereabouts. After all, I want to find him personally and ask him clearly." Fang Lang said nonsense seriously.

Hinamori Momo's eyes dimmed slightly when she mentioned the name Aizen. Although she was not depressed all day long with Fang Lang's comfort, she still felt sad when she heard the name.

Seeing this, Fang Lang smiled without any trace, reached out and touched Hinamori Tao's head, "Little Taozi, don't worry, I have everything. No matter what, I will investigate clearly."

"Yes!" Hinamori Tao woke up and responded respectfully.

She still trusts Fang Lang very much. Although she made a mistake once before and felt guilty, the incident has passed. At this time, Fang Lang has become the captain of the fifth division, so she repays her trust with all her heart.

Fang Lang picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and suddenly asked, "What happened recently?"

"Hmm..." Hinamori pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Ah, by the way, the new Central Room 46 was completed yesterday."

"So fast?" Although Suifeng had mentioned it to him before, Fang Lang was still surprised.

"Yes, because they are all nobles, and each family selects and recommends sages, so it is very fast." Hinamori Momo said, walked to the shelf nearby, browsed for a while, and came back with a magazine. "Please see, this is this month's Seireitei Newsletter. It contains information on the selected sages."

Hearing this, Fang Lang took it and turned it over, seeing the details on the last few pages.

Each sage is attached with a personal photo and some information about his family.

Origin, etc., in addition to that, there are reasons for selecting the sages.

Fang Lang also noticed something. There was a numerical value underneath the photo.

"Did you vote for the film? How?" Fang Lang wondered secretly and continued to look.

Suddenly, a name came into his eyes, making him narrow his eyes.

Kusano Aozora, the head of the lower-level noble Kusano family.

Judging from the photo, he is a middle-aged man in his forties with a beard and piercing eyes.

"Kasano, I feel like I've heard this somewhere?"

Looking further down, Fang Lang saw another familiar name.

Kasumioji Hara Torataro, a young man in his twenties, an upper-class nobleman, will serve as the judge of the New Central Forty-Six.

"Xia Dalu..." Fang Lang touched his chin. ..