dhibooks 260 Slaughter
260 Slaughter
Jingling Court, underground conference room, central room 46.
"Shoot him, sharp gun." The cold and charming Kansai dialect slid like a snake in the quiet air, and the cold and icy knife light shot from behind the captain's wide sleeves flapping, as if gaining momentum The ready-to-go poisonous snake opened its gnawing mouth and pierced through the hard stone tablet, greedily grabbing the life rushing out of the chest cavity.
The moment the blood-drunken knife tip left the chest contentedly, after the cold stone tablet with the number "36" engraved on it, blood-colored fireworks soared into the sky and bloomed enchantingly. , the crooked body also made the only stone tablet standing next door crash to the ground.
The slender white palms supported the falling body, and the snow-white cuffs were instantly stained with pure and flawless elegance by the gushing blood.Behind the long table, the man who lost the cover of the stone tablet slowly pushed away the bloody corpse that was about to fall into his arms, and the splashed blood inevitably bloomed a large number of enchanting flowers on the pure white skirt, but it was not enough. On his long wine-red hair, the flowers on the other side meandering on his shoulders and chest are almost mournful and beautiful.
The blood-soaked voluptuous curves of the man with purple-gold eyes, which are extremely rare even in the whole corpse and soul world, are ambiguous and blurred, but his complexion cannot conceal the paleness of recovering from a serious illness, and his translucent skin is like crystal clear glass. It implicitly shows the unprecedented fragility of the owner.However, the man sitting in his own seat only slightly raised his tired eyes, and the long, narrow and lazy corners of the eyes stretched out a thrilling smile: "You should discipline your pet fox well, Aizen Jun."
His hands are hidden in the extra-large cuffs of Captain Haori. From the beginning to the end, the genuine man with his hands on the sidelines hides behind bulky black-rimmed glasses. In order to completely turn the highest power hub of Jingling Court into a bloody corpse mountain full of corpses, a gentle and touching smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he turned his eyes gracefully: "I apologize for Yin's recklessness, Mr. Fukawa."
"It's not a good habit to apologize to the prisoners of your rank, Aizen-kun." Hideaki Fukawa brushed his blood-soaked skirt. The only effect of this action was to stain the spotless white and greasy skin red at the same time. , let the bright blood on the lapel bloom more vigorously, "That will only fully expose my bad taste of being used to playing with opponents. Your teacher Matsushima Zero should have told you that this is a bad guy who can't be worse. Get used to it." As soon as the words fell, Sukawa Hideaki's eyes shining with metallic cold light lost their indestructible sharpness in an instant, and the purple jade's pupils were bright in color and hard in texture, shining like some kind of hard mineral lacking toughness. Waquan resolutely, he lowered his translucent eyelids, and coughed in a low voice again unable to conceal his weakness, "Ahem...although I'm not unprepared for the situation I'm in now, but...as expected Ah, falling in the deepest darkness before the dawn, before the victory at your fingertips, it still makes people—not reconciled.”
"...It's a pity that I can't see the true strength of Mr. Fuchuan." Every time the mellow and deep bass beats the vocal cords, it is the greatest pleasure for the auditory nerves. "Among the four major families, Mr. Fuchuan's strength should be Second to none, right?"
"I thought you would get rid of Central Room 46 as soon as you discovered Kisuke Urahara's little trick, and then take back Rukia. It's so much later than expected, don't you just want to find out my real physical condition? Aizen-kun Hideaki Fukawa suddenly raised his bloody sleeve, and no longer had to force himself to support himself. As a result, strands of blood slowly overflowed from the slightly parted lips behind the wide sleeve, and the dripping blood flowed along the soft and beautiful line of the jaw. Slowly dripping, bit by bit, through the thin fabric like a gradually blooming manjusawa. Gorgeous and soft branches spread out on the unscrupulous snow-white fabric. The man at the end of his life weakly suppressed the disordered breathing in his throat , Doing my best to maintain the dignity that the nobles of the doomsday should have, "No. [-]? That would be too flattering to me, Aizen-kun. In terms of strength, the four major families are well-deserved No. [-], and each generation of Tatara is As for the strong man who can escape from his hand, as for Hideaki Fukawa, if he doesn’t have the only Shinigami family among the four major families——Hirako is at the bottom, and he is just a respectful companion.”
"The four major families... aren't the gods of death?" Wisdom and shrewdness, the quick response was such that Aizen almost caught the implication of Sukawa Hideaki's subtext in a blink of an eye.
"Ha, how could it be the god of death? How can a mere god of death be compared with me, Hideaki Fukawa!" Hideaki Fukawa said with a low smile with wet blood in his eyes, "even the so-called Hirako family of the god of death family is not pure Otherwise, how could he have survived my transformation experiment and become the only living...living...failure so far!"
"So that's it. So that's why Captain Hirako survived the experiment." Aizen slowly approached Hideaki Sukawa, who was gradually recovering from the violent lung attack. A layer of shimmering light came out of his coughing and panting, "Since Mr. Fuchuan is not the god of death, it is completely unnecessary to study the limits of the god of death... Judging from the earliest official records that Jinglingting can find, the Fuchuan family It has been passed down for 36 generations in the Jingling Court. The lifespan of the earliest generation is 400 years, and the lifespan of the second generation is 930 years. Since then, the lifespan has been decreasing year by year. Your father’s previous generation, Fuchuan Hideaki, only lived for less than 200 years. In [-], he didn't even hear you say "My Lord Father", and your lifespan... If it wasn't for the emergence of the Pure Land in the last days, I am afraid that the line of Fuchuan's direct line would have been extinct in Jinglingting. So I might as well make a Bold hypothesis... You are keen on researching the body to break through the limit of the god of death, and you have shown a strong interest in collapse jade. The real reason is not just that you want to resurrect Yuanzhibifang, no, in fact, that corpse is important to you There are other uses..." The light brown eyes that give people the illusion of gentleness all the time are quietly blurred behind the reflection of the black-rimmed glasses, and Aizen will suddenly sink, and the voice is already full of magnetism Being placed in the quiet air with every word softly, the last sound after each syllable seems to be almost deadly sexy, "Your real purpose is to fundamentally solve the life of Fuchuan's lineage is getting shorter and shorter. There are only two ways to solve the problem, breaking the limit of the growth of the soul of the god of death, so that your bloodline belonging to the god of death will no longer be a restriction on your lifespan, or... use the body of Bengyu and Yuanzhibifang to purify the body and restrict each other with inherent abilities Unreconcilable 'inferior' blood of death. Of the two, you undoubtedly prefer the latter. Captain Pingzi is not the so-called failure in your mouth, on the contrary, it is obtained from the transformation of Captain Pingzi. The required information, and the continuous improvement of follow-up experiments, you can live until now."
Hideaki Fukawa slowly straightened his rickety waist, and a clear smile appeared on his thin red lips: "It's almost completely correct. I thought that in this world, besides the dead Yuan Zhibi Fang, there are people who don't know where to come from." Zero degree of Matsushima protruding from the corner, there will be no third person in the entire soul world who will be aware of my intentions."
"I still have a question, and I want Mr. Fuchuan to help me out." The villain's boss template is fully open, and the blue boss who plays a Wannian primary school student's drum washing machine is a warm-faced and warm-spoken person, with a faint but gentle smile Marrow, "What kind of strangeness does each of the four major families have?"
Hideaki Fukawa lazily raised his thick and slender eyelashes, there was an undisguised banter in the pupils of amethyst, and his soft and sticky voice was extremely lingering and sweet: "I won't tell you, Aizen Jun. Even if I say it, it’s still incomprehensible with your aptitude for death, forever.”
"...So it is." Lan Ran chuckled softly, and the mirror flower and water moon around her waist came out of the sheath with the vibration in her throat, slowly lifted it to the top of her head, and then swung it before reaching the highest point. "Although I'm a bit regretful, I still want to say...Sayounara, Mr. Fuchuan."
The slender and bright blade of Jinghua Suigetsu draws a dazzling arc of light in the air, Hideaki Sukawa stares silently at the blade that is approaching in an instant, ripples like water in Zijin's eyes, and then kisses the smooth and white forehead on the tip of the blade The moment between the naturally stretched brows, he closed his eyes tiredly.
Even if you miss a move, even if you are unwilling, even if you count thousands of times, it is still not enough to fiddle with the destiny of the common people. This absurd and chaotic, wild and crazy, exhausting life is finally coming to an end I'm just a little regretful, regretful that there is no figure of you at the end of the road, regrettable that even death can't make me follow your footsteps, you will surely rise to the clouds step by step, but I can only fall into the abyss and perish forever.
final final,
I am still……
can't catch you...
the other side...
The warm, fishy and sweet liquid splashed down on the forehead, and the moment the boundless heat bloomed on the forehead, the sticky, salty blood slid along the beautiful curve of the eyebrows into the closed eyes, and condensed into a drop of crystal blood on the drooping eyelashes Tears, the blood-colored tears traced a seductive trajectory on the retina at the moment the eyelids fluttered and opened, and temporarily divided the fair and handsome almost seductive face of the man who bent over and bowed his head in two.
"It's you." Fuchuan Yingming smiled, and his tone was full of clarity and certainty.
"It's me." The man smiled, and slowly raised the palm covering Fu Chuan Yingming's forehead, together with the bloody wrist under the sharp blade of Kyoka Shuiyue, "Long time no see, big boss."
"Don't dare to be the big boss." Hideaki Fukawa narrowed his eyes dangerously, and the smile on his lips became sweeter and more mellow, shining brightly, "Should I call you Matsushima Zero, or...Mie·Shi·Jing·Tu?"