[Death] Empty Cicada

Jing Qi was lying on the bed, the snow was falling heavily outside the window, the snowballs fell to the ground rustlingly, the winter afternoon sun caressed Jing Qi's dark eyes.

"woke up?"

Chong Zhou pushed open the door, holding a box of bento in his hand.

"Is this the school infirmary?"

"Well, lie down and have a good rest." Chong Zhou pressed Jing Qi's head and told him to lie back.

"Ah, this time you guys are in the limelight. I actually lay down from head to tail."

Chong Zhou raised his eyebrows, this guy is still making sarcastic remarks in such a dangerous battle.

Jing Qi suddenly remembered something, and broke Chong Zhou's hand, "Where is Qiushan, what's the matter?"

"Who is Qiushan?" Chong Zhou tilted his head.

"Qiu Shan seems to be in a group." Jing Qi rolled his eyes.

"It's the black semi-long hair who always likes to hang on people's shoulders."

"Oh, he's dead."

"...Really?" Jing Qi paused for a while.

"Two people died and five were injured in this test. It was Mao's biggest mistake in hundreds of years. However, the casualties were all civilians in Ruhun Street. The school was not punished. The teacher approached me and said that I could graduate early. You have condensed Cheng Zhanpakutao, you can skip to the sixth round, it just depends on our opinion."

"Six times?" Jing Qi was stunned. He had just entered Mao and was about to graduate?

"I still want to stay here for a while, how about Chong Zhou?"

"Wherever you go, I will be there." Chong Zhou opened the lunch box and put the lunch box in front of Jing Qi.

"The teacher also said that although you have condensed your sword, your spiritual power is not enough after all, and there are still many things that are lacking in knowledge, do you know? This time you slept for two full weeks, I almost thought there was another accident Woolen cloth."

"You can jump to the second group of four rounds, and I will be with you, and Aizen will also jump up the same level as us. This guy is usually amiable, but I didn't expect his strength to be good."

Jing Qi had a clear expression on his face, "Of course you don't know if you haven't fought Lan Ran, but I think this guy still has hidden strength."

"Excuse me." A young doctor-like man opened the sliding door and came in.

The young man pushed his glasses, "You're awake, it's really strange, obviously the spiritual power has not yet reached the best state, but the saber was congealed early, fortunately, it was just loss of strength and a knife wound, more serious such as lifelong damage to the body It might happen, you have to pay attention." The young man said regretful words, but there was a strange smile on his face.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Shiro Okita, the fourth seat of the [-]th division. Welcome to visit our division at any time." The young man was tall and thin, with slender palms and well-defined joints.

"Sex for life?" Chong Zhou stood in front of Jing Qi and shook hands with him expressionlessly.

"Ah, the spirit lock is broken. Although such cases are relatively rare, it is not unheard of. There have been many examples in the Quincy War hundreds of years ago."

A war that the gods of death would never mention is rarely mentioned in textbooks, but the young man joked about it.

"Okay, since you've woken up, I won't bother you to cultivate your relationship. Hang this thing on your clothes and take it off after a week." The young man took out a small pin-like gadget and handed it to Jing Qi.

"what?"

"It is used to observe your physical condition. Whether your spiritual power has recovered or not is still unclear. Well, just take it off and throw it away. This thing is green and pollution-free~"

After finishing speaking, the young man left, and greeted behind the door, "Remember, welcome to the team as a guest~~" The door closed with a snap, and a gust of wind swirled past.

"Ah, he is really a hot guy." Jing Qi hung the scope on his body, and planned to leave after eating.

"Wait, two weeks... Doesn't that mean school is out?"

"Chong Zhou, where have you lived during this time?"

"I'm in the dormitory, but the dormitory management said that I can't live in these few days, and everyone has gone home."

"Then...where shall we go back?" Jing Qi and Chong Zhou looked at each other for a moment, scratching their hair in annoyance.

"Hey, Chong Zhou, are you sure we're going to live here for the whole winter vacation?"

Jing Qi frowned, looking at the dilapidated house in front of him, if it rained a little heavier, Jing Qi had no doubt that this "house" would collapse.

"I don't think there's any problem." Chong Zhou still had no expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with words like "you've made a fuss out of a molehill."

"You have to figure it out, we have to spend almost the whole winter, and I will freeze to death." Jing Qi explained helplessly.

"But we have nowhere to go. This is a district, and there are people in every house. Why don't we grab one?"

"No... no." Jing Qi sighed, it seemed that he had to go back to the old place, although he didn't want to go back there.

Since you want to go back, it's time to put an end to those past things.

Because Jing Qi's strength has grown greatly in the past six months, even his footsteps have been much faster. In a few days, he arrived at District 64 where Jing Qi was originally located. There are still muddy streets, dirty houses, and a slightly desolate environment. The scenery, however, carries the beautiful memories of Jing Qi's first three years in this world.

It was snowing again, and the bare branches of shrubs and fir trees all over the mountain were covered with snow, and the heavy snow made the whole district into a kind of obscurity.

Jing Qi brought Chong Zhou to the old courtyard. Although it was dilapidated, no one lived in it. It seemed that everyone thought it was unlucky.

Jing Qi kicked open the crooked door, and when he walked into the bedroom, there was still some bloodstains.

All the plants in the yard have withered, and the weeds are growing wildly, reaching the height of half a person.

Chong Zhou cut through the messy weeds, "This is your former home?"

"Well, my aunt and grandma have both passed away." Jing Qi lowered her head.

Aizen sat on a futon, put the teacup in the saucer, and quietly looked at the withered cherry tree in the courtyard.

The water in the bamboo drain had already frozen, without the rhythmic knocking sound, Aizen felt a little unaccustomed to it.

The originally beautiful courtyard has become cold because no one has lived there all year round.

In fact, there is nothing unaccustomed to him. As a child, he just observed the growth and withering of trees day after day, year after year. Because it is too quiet, the passage of time is difficult to detect in the Jingling Court .

In such a quiet time, the scenery in my eyes is also growing day by day, what should be there, what should not be there, gradually expands with time, and becomes out of control.

He is a man who likes to appreciate the scenery, and his patience is unmatched, but no matter how beautiful the butterfly flies, it is only the scenery.

The blue-dyed brown eyes looked at the letter in his hand, exuding a gentle smile,

He felt the surging spiritual power in his palm.

It seems that I need a spiritual pressure suppressor...

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