[Grim Reaper] Protagonist Growth Plan

, and still held it up—although he still stood up by himself, and didn't borrow Qiancang's strength.

Death's hand is really completely different from Xu's hand.

Qiancang looked at Grimmjow, who was holding her hand without any strength, with strange eyes, "Xiaoge, I'm not that weak. Although I don't have strange strength, I'm still a three seater."

Grimmjow frowned, "Women are really troublesome."

Qian Cang rolled his eyes at him, pulled out his hand, and then patted the ashes on his body, "Yes, but before you think I'm troublesome, Xiao Ge, can you take care of yourself first?"

"Huh?" Grimmjow quickly lowered his head and straightened his clothes.

Qian Cang raised a smug smile, turned around and trotted after the boy who wanted to leave the place, "I'm sorry, I just called you a monster... But I don't think they will bully you again, right?"

The boy didn't turn his head, but just said a few words coldly: "Mind your own business."

"Ah?" Qiancang was taken aback, then patted his head embarrassingly, "Is that what you think... Am I causing you trouble instead?"

Grimmjow also interrupted coldly behind her: "Since he has this attitude, let's go, Qian Cang."

"But, Xiao Ge—!" Qian Cang bit his lip.

"I've told you not to meddle in other people's business. If this was in the virtual circle, you might be dead by now because of your sympathy."

"But this is Liuhun Street, and I'm still fine." Qiancang insisted.

"Then you should be secretly glad you got your life back. This kid, you can just treat us as white laborers."

As Grimmjow said, he stepped forward to drag her away, Qian Cang looked at the boy's back reluctantly, and was about to say goodbye, when the other party spoke first, "That man is right. You are not only making my life here more troublesome, but you are also causing trouble for yourself. I am used to this kind of life, if I can just bear it, why can't I bear it? "

Qian Cang broke away from Grimmjow's arm, and replied seriously: "Because I think this is something that cannot be tolerated." She said loudly towards his back, hoping to knock on his numb heart, " As I said just now, if you are really a monster, then the person who hurt you should have had retribution, since you are not why should you suffer these unreasonable disasters?"

She continued, "The person who made the mistake will quickly forget the mistake, and may have a vague memory of the person who bullied him one day, and then symbolically think, 'Did I go too far?' Brief negative After the guilt appears, he will forget it as quickly as possible, and such compassion is useless except for self-forgiveness and satisfaction. But people who are bullied will walk hard with pain—it’s not fair.”

The boy's back trembled slightly, he raised his hand and wiped it on his face indiscriminately, not wanting anyone to see his vulnerable side.

Sometimes it is like this, you can pretend not to care when you are hurt maliciously, but once you are comforted and told that you are right and it is their fault, the feeling of grievance will come like a tide.

"Of course, whether or not to forgive is your own business, and I have no right to interfere." Qiancang took a deep breath, and her slightly agitated mood gradually calmed down. She grabbed Grimmjow's sleeve and said softly to him, "We Let's go, find a place to live first."

Before he could step out, the boy suddenly turned around and called them back, "Wait—" His clean voice was soft and bright, "If you don't mind, come and stay at my house for one night."

Under the brim of the black robe, the messy short silver hair formed a strong contrast with the black edges. In this area where there were few lanterns, the light moonlight shone on his body, outlining his bony figure, and his pair of lake green eyes were cold and charming. But it was too dim to find any luster, as if all the light had been rejected into his eyes.

There is an almost unreasonable rejection in him that can be felt without words, as if he is the only one left in the world, and he can live alone without caring.

Qian Cang stared at him intently, with a bitter taste in his mouth, it took him a long time to find his own voice, "Dong Shilang..."

No.40 Nine lessons undercurrent

In the most prosperous area of ​​the Lantern Festival, Sifengyuanye held the lotus lantern in one hand and three apple candies in the other, and wiped out the food in two or three bites. She casually threw it behind her back, and it fell into the garbage bag accurately.

She looked at the stalls around her, and suddenly her eyes lit up, "The wagashi over there looks delicious, let's buy it, Kisuke." She pulled Kisuke Urahara without any explanation, and lined up at the end of the long line.

"Captain, it's almost time for us to go back." Kisuke Urahara reminded No. 15 times without effort.

Ye Yi blinked lazily, "Isn't this on the way back? Look, you will arrive at Baidaomen after walking for a while."

"You have the nerve to say it!" Kuchiki Byakuya rolled his eyes, "The journey of 10 minutes took you more than an hour. At your speed, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to Seireitei at dawn." He regretted himself immensely. For a moment, I made a mistake and agreed to come to the lantern festival with this woman. I thought she would go back obediently after the SOS commotion, but I didn't expect her to shop more vigorously.

"Be calm, be calm—" Ye Yi's eyes seem to say that you are still too young, "Being so impatient at such a young age is not good for your health. I remind you for your lifelong happiness."

Bai Zai clenched the handle of the knife tightly, several intersections appeared on his forehead, "Urahara, can I trouble you to carry your captain back later?"

"..." Kisuke Urahara felt that the scene was about to lose control.

"It's really lively, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The three of them were attracted by the familiar voice, and they looked there at the same time. The captain of the fifth team, Mako Hirako, was wearing a captain's coat, followed by two men, walking towards them leisurely.

He didn't put on a kimono, and he could vaguely see a black Shiba suit in a pure white feather, which was particularly conspicuous among the crowd wearing exaggeratedly colored kimonos. He smiled with his white teeth, arrogant and confident, "Ye Yi The captain's kimono is also so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off."

Ye Yi smiled slightly, and generously accepted the other party's compliment, "Is Captain Hirako bringing his team to watch the lantern festival? I thought you would call Hiyori."

Hirako Mako waved her hand in disdain, "Forgive me, it's too bad to call her at this kind of lantern festival, so I won't do it. Even if I call her, she will just say, 'Baldy, who is going to participate in this boring festival? Something!'" He pinched his nose and imitated Hiyori's tone vividly, amusing Yoruichi and the others.

"Actually, Hiyori was helping Captain Kiryu with work, so we didn't see her when we invited her." The man on Mako Hirako's left adjusted his glasses, and his gentle and harmless smile could make people put down inadvertently Be on guard and trust him.

"So that's the case." Ye Yi showed a clear smile, "Ai Ran, it's because you know your captain."

Aizen smiled without saying a word.

Bai Zai looked at the other man on his right, "This is the new fourth seat of the fifth team, right? I heard that it took only one year to graduate from the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art. He was given great expectations and attracted everyone's attention. prodigy boy."

It was a boy who was about the same age as Bai Zai, but there was an unconcealable ambition in his brows.He stood side by side with Aizen behind Hirako Mako, wearing a blue kimono with dark lines, with a Zanpakuto pinned to his waist, and his hands clasped behind his back.

Hearing Bai Zai's words, the other party grinned, shifted his gaze to Bai Zai, and pulled out a arrogant smile, "Yuejian Shanqi, please give me your advice."

"Byakuza Kuchiki." Byakuya's eyebrows twitched and twitched, and finally imitated the other party and said his name forcefully. He said like a little adult, "I hope your strength is worthy of the name of genius."

Probably feeling the stalemate in the atmosphere, Kisuke Urahara put his hands into the sleeves of his kimono, and exaggeratedly sighed at Yoruichi, "Ah, it's really a new generation replacing the old one, Yoruichi. Let's retire as soon as possible. When I think about the possibility of being beaten down by these children in the future, I feel that life is really terrible."

He said it was scary, but he scratched his head, completely unable to see the slightest hint of trouble.

Ye Yi stabbed his waist with his hand, raised one corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "What are you talking about, Kisuke! It's not too late to say these words after you become the captain!"

Urahara Kisuke clutched his waist in pain, and complained half-truthfully: "Yoichi, you hit hard—how could I beat you?"

Tsukimiyama Kei, who had been half listening, suddenly interrupted and asserted: "Urahara, you will become the captain."

His tone was so sure that people couldn't take it as a joke.

"Ah?... That's really a good word for you." Urahara Kisuke showed a bit troubled look for the first time, secretly glanced at Yoichi Sifengin, and muttered secretly, "There is nothing wrong with the third seat. ..."

Aizen followed the conversation with a smile and said: "With Mr. Urahara's ability, becoming the captain is just around the corner. I am looking forward to that day. Speaking of which, I don't know how Mr. Urahara's experiment is going?"

Kisuke Urahara waved his hands again and again, "Vice Captain Aizen, don't be so polite to me, it's scary. The experiment completely failed, so I came out to relax. But compared to me, you are the most popular character in the thirteenth team." , My personality seems to be strange and unpleasant, really strange."

He scratched his head again, Ye Yiyi slapped him on the back, forcing him to bend down, and then rested his elbows on it leisurely, "It turns out