dhibooks Chapter 336 See Through
Chapter 336 See Through
"I'm sorry to judge all of this in such a harsh tone, but even you can't deny it..." The smile on the boy's face was so gentle that it was almost apologetic, "The words I said that you never want to agree with are exactly The so-called fact in your mouth."
The moment the voice fell, the piercing light of the knife tore through the thousands of miles of sky and curled the clouds, and the comet from the north clearly engraved its dazzling and ominous trajectory on the light gray retina.
Then, it stopped abruptly a second before kissing the slender neck.
The slender and skinny fingers were erected leisurely in front of the slightly protruding Adam's apple, and the sharp and sharp tip of the knife loomed between the fingers where the index finger and middle finger were close together.
"I remember that you stopped Kurosaki Ichigo's Tiansuo Zangetsu with only one finger." The blond-haired and gray-eyed boy calmly pulled his indifferent lips, and looked at Jin with a half-smile The gentle light brown pupils of the man close at hand said, "I'm not that strong, so I can only try with two fingers."
Aizan who caught the tip of Kyoka Suigetsu's knife with two fingers didn't widen his warm brown eyes like the strawberry-flavored savior Hirako said, and spent all his energy on surprise, but seemed to have expected Kyoka Shuigetsu After returning in vain, he raised his left hand and pressed it on the boy's warm chest, injecting the ferocious roar of thunder into his throbbing heart: "The 65 of Breaking the Way, Thunder Roar Cannon."
The spherical lightning converged and condensed between the slender fingers and palms, and the dazzling lightning burst out between the palm and the chest with lightning speed, driving deafening thunderstorms and violent wind pressure to engulf the slender figure who was close at hand. A dazzling sea of thunder.
"Aizen." Hirako Mako's voice came through the invisible and qualitative shock waves set off by the explosion. The leisurely and leisurely voice carried three points of clarity, three points of laziness, three points of helplessness and one point of indifference. With a slightly slow speech rate, each syllable is like a delicate flower bud that blooms into the scorpion and then falls gently and soothingly in the cold air, "91 of the broken way, a thousand hands and a bright sky eliminate the cannon."
Falling Blossoms in the Courtyard, Drip Rain and Linling's elegance and tranquility have combined into a majestic and towering weapon with a blunt killing intent.
The fiery and violent spiritual pressure pierced through the intertwined light curtain of thunder, and followed the guidance of the fingertips to penetrate the chest that was close at hand.
The blood rushed out of the broken pipe impatiently, but was annihilated and evaporated in the intertwined, boiling and roaring spiritual pressure a second before it was about to overflow the wound.
The brilliance dissipated and the dust settled.The silver knife's light split the young man's lips in the gap that could not be opened, and raised leisurely.
dang dang dang...
The blade oscillates, the gold and iron ring, and the crisp and melodious dragon chant is not the masterpiece of the instantaneous spiritual pressure and sharpened blade when the swords collide, but the cold and bright blade repeatedly... The collision of fingers.
No matter how the Zanpakuto is in his master's hands, it is like a dragon with arms and fingers, and the angle of swinging the knife is weird and tricky. The blond boy is in the core of the battlefield, completely surrounded by the overwhelming cold light and locked in it. The left hand holding the knife is leisurely and contentedly behind the back from the beginning to the end. The black blade is tilted at an extremely loose angle on the back of the waist. Pulling, each finger is extremely precise and thrilling, exerting the concentrated power of the fingertips on the roaring blade, so that every attack that is about to kiss the soft skin is stopped abruptly and ends without a problem.
It's as if there is a pair of invisible eyes in the emptiness above the underworld, seeing through the past and the future, knowing the past and present, but it's just a casual glance back between breaths, and the moment when the four eyes meet is caught in the eyes. It is Aizen Soyousuke who is still left behind and is called the past, and there is also a bloody storm that has emerged in the brilliant future of the master of the virtual circle.
Kyoka Shuigetsu once again approached the neck with beautiful and slender lines. As expected, the white and tender skin under the blade was replaced by round and transparent horny fingertips. Like the ice crystals hanging on the corners of the eaves in winter, they are crystal clear, but under the cover of the light of the knife in the mirror, water and moon, it reflects a light that is more bloodthirsty than the tip of the knife.
However, the corners of the young man's lips are slightly upturned from the beginning to the end, and the slightly raised corners of his lips are bent into an ambiguous arc that seems to be a smile but not a smile. It melts into a relaxing and sparkling water, but no one understands the truth more deeply than Aizen, the fraud master who has sublimated the disguise and lies to the height of art. The gaze is but a flawless ornate camouflage to conceal a chilling truth.
The man who is in charge of all the past in this world and knows all the secrets of this world is burned by the boiling spiritual pressure into cold and hard iron gray. The depths of his eyes are mistaken by the ignorant world for the gentleness and tranquility that are indifferent to the world. It is precisely the most meaningless understanding and the most cruel indifference that is innate from the blood and carved into the bone marrow.
Because you know everything, you let go of everything; because you let go of everything, you ignore everything, and because you ignore everything, you can treat everything fairly, objectively and impartially.In contrast, Hirako Mako's inability to let go is really...too stupid.
There is no moment when Aizen, who is standing with a knife, knows more clearly that Mako Hirako who regards him as a true love also regards him as an enemy, as a lover also as an enemy, as a partner and as an opponent Is really gone.
The blond man who was silent but regarded him as the only one in his life finally exhausted his feelings, energy, health, and life in the time and time again running against each other. In the cycle of despair to hopelessness day after day, he disappeared. The last bit of spirit has forever turned into a phantom in memory that will neither grow nor shrink, and is firmly fixed on the gallows called missing by the shackles of time.
——Can recall, but cannot touch.
forever.
Lan Ran retracted his mirror, and after the light of the knife disappeared, his light gray eyes were rippling and shallow but ruthless. When he looked at Lan Ran, his eyes were no longer filled with forbearance, nor playful disdain, nor speechless. There is no deep-seated hatred.Those eyes were just watching, carefully examining Aizen as a target that must be defeated and eliminated, the changing angle of the pupils and the subtle zooming of the pupils no longer had the brilliance that flowed freely, only deep The restrained sharpness and indifference spread out into an endless ocean in the deep eyes.
Returning abruptly to the silent battlefield, the blond boy stared deeply at the man's light brown eyes, then deepened the curvature of his lips without warning, and smiled slightly.
The 150-year-old Mako Hirako smiled with a lingering youthful childishness on the corners of her lips and cheeks. It was Mako Hirako who had never met Aizen. The outline of the brows is the same, but the corners of the eyes and the brows are full of strange lights, full of familiar but completely different lights.
"Have you finally given up?" The blond boy asked calmly, and the dignified and stable Jinglingting official language dragged out a gorgeous vibrato representing doubts, but buried his understanding deeply in the gap between words.
"Ah, indeed, it's time to give up." Lan Ran withdrew the cold light shining in the mirror, "I have done too many meaningless attempts."
"Are you sure you have done too much?" Mako Hirako narrowed his narrow and sharp eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and said slowly in a voice with a hint of a smile, "In my opinion, you haven't done anything. "
"...you are right," Lan Ran took a step forward, a dangerous scarlet light faltered at the raised fingertips, and the slender fingers pointed at the blond boy's scarred naked chest wrapped under the bandage , the cheerful emotion called joy clearly emerged from the corners of the curved lips, "So this time, I have to try anyway."
The moment the last syllable tumbled and fell from between the lips and teeth, the purple spiritual pressure that continued to the apex roared across the sky and the earth. ——Wang Xu's flash.
The thin figure engulfed by the flash of light did not make any attempt to dodge, but just sneered calmly with dead fish eyes expressionless one second before being engulfed by the surging wave of spirits: "Even Reiatsu is such a flamboyant gay Zi, you keep messing with whoever is gay."
At that time, Lan Da, who had just released a big move heartily, and the domineering side of the Yangtze River was rolling in the east, had this expression—==: "..."
——Should we be thankful that the CP of Aizen SAMA's family, who did whatever he wanted and made troubles without reason, did not grow into a generation of authoritative historians according to the established track, but turned into a professional mascot of violent armed organizations who skipped work and skipped work?How many heroes and overlords of the soul world, talented and talented, will this kind of expressionless and serious skill be able to get out of the slider phone after a coffin is built, ah, no, the slider coffin will crawl out of the coffin and die in peace Weeping bitterly wow!