[Death] Empty Cicada

Jing Qi fell asleep until noon the next day. When he woke up, he found that he was already in the 14-seat team dormitory. After a hangover, his head felt as if it had been crushed by a dozen elephants. He beat his head.

He struggled to get out of the quilt, Chong Zhou had long since disappeared, opened the sliding door, and the Junyingcao in front of the house had already produced crimson fruits, the fresh scent of grass and trees rushed to his face, and his headache was also relieved.

After greeting the chief officer next door, he walked down the corridor to Aizen's place.

"Good afternoon~"

As expected, Aizen is working diligently even on vacation, but with Aizen's personality, there is no decent way of entertainment.

"You...did you drink last night?" Lan Ran raised her head, and the glazing of the glasses flickered.

"Ah... there's no way, that woman Yeyi, if I don't go, she will come and chop me with Zanpakuto."

Jing Qi rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Why, it's a rare vacation after the official competition, are you planning to stay here like this?"

"What is Liu Yuan planning?"

"How about... let's go to the first district for a stroll, now is the time for the summer festival, maybe there will be a rally!"

Coming out of the Thirteenth Squadron, a high cliff in the center of the Jingling Court appeared in front of my eyes, with an iron halberd dozens of meters high inserted on it, which was the ultimate punishment that could instantly melt any soul - double death.

In the strong sunlight at noon, it emits dazzling reflections.

"What are you looking at?"

"Uh... nothing."

"Did you know that among the historical materials that have been available for nearly a thousand years, the double scorpion has only been used twice." Aizen suddenly mentioned.

"Well, is it?"

Jing Qi turned around, and suddenly found a face very close to him, and quickly backed away, but was held down by his shoulder, with warm fingers with undeniable strength.

A hand caressed the front of the front.

"Of course, the number of actual uses may be more than that."

The slightly spread side skirts were tightened, and then the hands left smoothly.Aizen lowered his eyes, and the words he spit out seemed to be right next to his ears.

"Why... is it real?"

"Maybe it's to cover up a certain secret history, maybe it's just to cover up a certain scandal. Isn't the Soul Society doing such things all the time?"

"Aizan-kun would say the same thing."

Aizen stepped back a little, restored the normal distance between the two, and then smiled, just like this slowly, open smile.Perhaps no one has ever noticed that even the curved arcs are almost the same.

The dark chestnut curly hair happens to be Jing Qi's favorite hair color.

The short boy was patrolling the periphery of Jingling Court, when he approached the west gate, he suddenly froze.

The short emerald green hair should look full of vitality, but the boy's face is like ice that never melts. The slightly ill-fitting dead bully outfit is swaying with the breeze, and a slightly immature hand is tightly holding the handle of the knife. .

"Wu Nei Lu! Follow up!" The female Reaper in front reminded loudly.

"You go first, I have something urgent." After finishing speaking, he left in a hurry.

The female Reaper looked at the boy in surprise. Since she entered the Reaper, she has hardly seen the boy except for his expressionless face.

"Wait a minute, please!" Takeuchi quickly followed a god of death in front of him.

"The people in front!"

"Didn't your chief teach you basic etiquette?" Chong Zhou turned around, frowning at the unknown boy.

For high-level officials who have never met, they should at least use honorifics.

"I'm sorry... Excuse me..." The young man was a little nervous and clasped his hands tightly.

"Excuse me, do you know Mrs. Qi Chuan!"

Chong Zhou raised his eyebrows, "You mean, Mrs. Xichuan Jiuhezi?"

The boy was stunned again, "That's right..."

"No, I don't know."

After Chong Zhou finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the eleventh team.

"You... How could you not know her! Mrs. Xi Chuan, whose original name was Takeuchi Hisako, there are still a few young gods of death who know her full name! Mr. Xi Chuan!" The boy stood on the spot and shouted uncontrollably.

Chong Zhou paused for a moment, then lifted his feet and left.

"I thought I would never see you again." The boy said slowly in a low voice, as if he was recalling something that was too long.

"It's wonderful that you're still alive."

The glory of the past returned to the young man's heart, and he seemed to see the old master Xi Chuan sitting on a high walking chariot, participating in the family sacrifice once every few decades.

It's just the past, and it will eventually pass.

Jing Qi was lying on the front desk of a famous dessert house in District [-].

"Hey, isn't it alright? Is there any mistake? I've been waiting for such a long time!"

"I'm really sorry, the guests in front of you have already taken the finished dessert." The dessert chef explained kindly.

"I have to wait a little longer."

Jing Qi went from standing to leaning and then to sitting, the dessert was finally ready.

He picked up one of them and handed it to Aizen, who reluctantly caught it.

"So Liu Yuan likes to eat desserts like this..."

"What? Just curious!"

"Get out of the way!"

Several passers-by ran forward one after another, Jing Qi pushed aside the crowded crowd and squeezed into a blank area in the middle.

"Little girl, if you can't pay any more money, be careful that I will tear down the gate of your house!"

"I... Uncle... I really don't have any money."

Jing Qi shook her head, it seemed that it was another drama of Taiwan bullying men and women.

"Liuyuan? Liuyuan?" With Lan Ran's gentle demeanor, it seems that he hasn't squeezed to the front yet.

"Lan Ran, let's go." Jing Qi replied loudly.

There was a sound of vigorous slapping coming from behind, and Jing Qi turned his head to see that the girl fell to the ground, the corners of her lips had been broken, and blood flowed down her chin.

Jing Qi raised his eyebrows.

"Stinky, I'll sell you to a brothel if you don't have any money! Follow me!" The ferocious young man picked up the girl's collar and dragged her away without mercy.

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