[Death] Void bite

"Hey, Jialan, do you recognize this place?"

Ichimaru Gin held up a small stick and pointed at the map on the screen.

Sal Apollo seems to be on the verge of the end of the line.

"I haven't been there, but this is the map of Seireitei, I think I can find it according to the map." I replied puzzled.

"That's really—that's great!" Ichimaru Gin clasped his hands exaggeratedly, "I want to ask you something."

"Please tell me." Although somewhat ominous, I replied as usual.

"This is Kuchiki's house, there are a few persimmon trees in the yard of this house—" Ichimaru Gin was still talking, but I think I vaguely guessed the result, "Please pick some persimmons for me."

The Kuchiki family is "that" Kuchiki family?

No no, in the final analysis, there is the soul world first, persimmon...

seriously?

This is the moment to ask directly, so I cleared my throat and coughed, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, now is the best season for persimmons. Isn't your ringing very fast, Kalan? You won't be caught if you go there. Ah, although I have troubled you to buy persimmons for me in this world before." , but I don’t know why, the persimmons transformed by Reiko always feel that there is something wrong. Or is it just that the old persimmon tree in Kuchiki’s house grows better?” Ichimaru Gin’s words turned into a soliloquy .To be honest, I can't tell how much of what he said is sincere, and I've never really cared if I was being teased by him...

Sal Apollo crushed a test tube.

He didn't look back, but stared at the fish or something that fell out of the broken test tube and said coldly: "There must be a limit to making troubles without reason, please don't use my research room for this." To do this kind of thing, there are still many things to do in Bengyu's research, and I don't have extra time to waste."

I think his glasses are reflecting light.

Although he still has the bottom line of being polite to the god of death, I doubt that staying here will kill people.

Anyway I managed to get out of this place first.

"Eh, what's the matter—" Ichimaru Gin complained a few words when he left.

I didn't expect that this matter would really become a serious task.

I just mentioned it when I met Aizen.

Then I looked at the king of the Xuye Palace who always smiled without a trace of warmth, asked me a few times in disbelief, and laughed.

"If you want, just help him out. As Yin said, you are very good at ringing." Aizen said.

That word was not an order, it left a choice.In the past, Aizen would often speak in such a friendly tone and face, but no matter how many times, I still felt a little... uncomfortable.Although I wouldn't have asked about it if I didn't want to.

"Really?"

When I told Ichimaru Gin, he also raised his eyebrows in surprise. I don't know which part it is - Aizen agreed, or I will agree to this matter.

Then in the next second he narrowed his eyes happily, took my hand and shook it: "Then please! Sure enough, Jialan is the best talker!"

... So this is the reason, and it has nothing to do with the ringing at all.

Anyway, since it's already a task, I'll do it well. I tried to restrain my spiritual pressure, and asked Sal Apollo to open the low-fluctuation crossing gate.

Sal Apollo looked at me, probably the kind of "something wrong with your brain" look.

Speaking of which, it seems that I have often received such gazes in the past two days.

It was night in Soul Soul Realm, and it was still raining thunderstorms.Unlike the eternal night of the virtual circle, without the shining of a wide full moon, the world looks really dark.Lightning illuminates the silhouette of an unknown tower in the distance.

I haven't seen lightning yet, so when I heard the thunder, I stopped outside the wall of the noble family's house and stared at the sky for a while.

But soon I regretted it.

I don’t know whether the costumes of Xuyegong are designed by Aizen or Dongsen. It’s not that I have any opinions on the appearance. The pure white hard fabric actually fits Xu’s aesthetics—it’s like a skeleton, isn’t it?But it's not so suitable for stealth operations.

I forgot where and who I heard it from, even if the black death tyrant outfit was splattered with blood, it would not be obvious.As for the captain Haori is white, it is because the captain-level god of death will not let himself be stained with blood.

Although in theory I don't need to care about these as long as I'm strong enough, but at this time I still want a set of death bully equipment.

I looked at this female Grim Reaper who appeared out of nowhere, and thought to myself, such clothes are perfect for the night.

I know her, and it seems that I have an impression of her and it is related to the culprit of this trip.

Matsumoto chrysanthemum.

It's the vice-captain-level Reaper, I remember...but it's several teams, I can't always tell the Reaper's team.She seems to be Ichimaru Gin's girlfriend——probably left such an impression.

Not by the owner of this house, but by the god of death who passed by, it was a bit embarrassing to say.Although she probably also concealed her own spiritual pressure, I was careless. I thought that this place is full of death anyway, and it would only be counterproductive to openly explore the nerves.Or maybe somewhere in my heart thinks that even if I do meet the god of death, I can solve it——

The solution, the solution is, how should I put it, if it is this god of death, it is impossible to kill it... so it can only be escaped.

I glanced at the old persimmon trees that Ichimaru Gin mentioned, but they were not very tall, and the branches and leaves were dense.Picking a few persimmons before causing a riot...isn't possible.

The female Grim Reaper caught my gaze.

"Silver?" she asked.

…………how so.

Please don't spit out Gin Ichimaru's name endlessly, I have no idea what you're talking about.

I can accept any task calmly, without any so-called objection, and the good-tempered No.70 Blade, Garan Trinidad, is feeling ashamed as never before.

Gin Ichimaru once tried to get me to call him by his first name.After being rejected by me, she pretended to be sad and complained that I was cold.I think he is unexpectedly slow in this kind of place. If I call Ichimaru Gin "Gin" like Aizen, I doubt whether I can see tomorrow's sun... um no, the moon.

Just like Ichimaru silver would use the title "Captain Aizen" no matter what.

So I was actually quite surprised to hear her use the word "silver" when referring to Ichimaru Gin.

But this kind of surprise is nothing compared to the embarrassment of being caught stealing persimmons.

"Silver... are you okay?"

A little bit out of my expectation, what I greeted first was not Zanpakuto or the question, but this.

Out of the corner of my eye, I was still wary of Matsumoto Rangiku's hand on the Zanpakutō, but she was aware of my gaze, and the next second, she let go of the handle of the Zanpakutō.

Maybe it was taken by Ulquiorra, I am not used to attacking non-hostile enemies now.

...Or maybe it's because this matter is too difficult to describe.

I reluctantly gestured to the plastic bag in my hand, but I really didn't want to say more.Since she doesn't intend to do anything, I have no choice but to... carry out my mission.This time I carefully explored the nerves, at least I haven't been discovered by the master here.That's enough for now... I picked an orange-red persimmon.

I hope she can understand, there is "too free to send a broken face to steal persimmons in the Soul Realm"-so good.

If I'm not a Pomian, this isn't the World of Souls, so going to a noble's house to steal persimmons is a good memory, isn't it?

Otherwise, why would the god of death, who was born in Liuhun Street and was a vice-captain, appear here?

By the time I think the bag is almost full, the Reiatsu of the female reaper has disappeared.As for whether she went to report or pretended not to see it, it doesn't matter, anyway, I can leave now.But it's better to report it, otherwise it will cause trouble for herself.

Back in the virtual circle, I handed the bag of persimmons to Ichimaru Gin.

It's a pity that this time it's not a big bag like the one when he bought dried persimmons. He didn't catch it by surprise, but just took it smoothly, and said heartlessly: "Thank you, Jialan~ Hey, is it raining in Soul Realm? , It’s really hard work for you, you even made a trip in such weather.”

"I met your girlfriend." I said when he washed a persimmon and just took a bite.

Ichimaru Gin froze in place while maintaining his original posture.Half a second later, swallowing the food in his mouth with difficulty, he pretended to be serious and said, "We don't have such a relationship."

"You know who I'm talking about." I said coolly.

"Ah, who are you talking about?" He meowed and pretended to be stupid.

"I'm talking about Miss Matsumoto Rangiku." I asked seriously, "Why did you leave her behind?"

"Ahaha, what, I have no idea what you're talking about." Ichimaru Gin just gnawed on the persimmon as if he didn't care.