my son blue

The slight wind slowly swirled around him, blowing off the snowflakes that were almost covered on the black hair.

With a pale and bloodless handsome face, and black eyes as indifferent as ice, when seeing Kuroro, it seemed that a little bit of starlight had flashed, bringing a tinge of joy.

He was holding the hem of the black coat tightly in one hand to prevent it from being blown away by the wind, and in the other hand was holding a sandalwood fan-shaped fan with snowflake texture. The snowflakes on the fan and the white tassels below were swaying slightly in the wind.

The house was covered with ice and snow, the wind whirling around him was mixed with flakes of snow, and the snowflakes almost covered his black hair. In front of everyone, Yang Yang looked like a snow elf in the ice and snow at this moment.

The coat was not very long, and although it covered the body, it revealed slender white legs, and under the slender ankles were feet stepping on icy snowflakes.As if he didn't feel the cold, he took a step forward, smiled slightly, looked at Kuroro in front of him, and said, "Can you give me a piece of clothing? It feels really uncomfortable, like running naked. "

The corner of Kuroro's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Just now I thought the atmosphere was good, but now...

Well, Yang Yang's current appearance is indeed very similar to streaking.

"Hehe~" It seemed that he was a little dazed by Yang Yang's appearance, and at this moment, Hisoka laughed and said abnormally: "The rotten apple has become a small fruit~" This made him look forward to his later grew up.

Hearing the sound, Yang Yang turned his head, glanced at Hisoka, and said expressionlessly, "I'm not Apple, thank you."

So the classic Hiso bun face is hot out of the oven.

Everyone was surprised by Yang Yang's reaction.

What happened to him that made him, who was originally cheerful and sunny, become lifeless and vicissitudes like an old man?

Ku Luoluo pursed his lips, stood up, glanced at Yang Yang and said, "Come with me."

"Yeah." Yang Yang nodded, released the Zanpakuto Shijie, and held the Zanpakuto with the other hand again, the scabbard of the Zanpakuto appeared out of thin air, Yang Yang stuffed the knife back, and followed Kuroro into the bedroom.

After the initial solution was released, the snowflakes all over the room immediately disappeared without a trace, and everyone was shocked, and then they had their own ghosts, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

When he came to the bedroom, Kuroro opened the closet. Fortunately, he planned to live here for a month and bought a few more sets of clothes. Otherwise, there would be no clothes for Yang Yang.

Picking up his clothes, he went to the bathroom. Yang Yang planned to take a good bath first, leaving Kuroro alone to study with his Zanpakutō.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, although they are a bit big, let's just make up for it and go out to buy new ones later, Yang Yang rolled up the sleeves of his black suit awkwardly, and then wiped his wet hair with a towel.

"Name?" Kuroro put down Yang Yang's Zanpakuto and asked.

"Fantasy and snowy."

Kuroro raised his eyebrows, it was so similar to Aizen's Zanpakuto Ming, "Ice and Snow plus Illusion."

"Ah."

"You've changed a lot!" Kuroro waited for Yang Yang to sit beside him, and took the initiative to pick up the towel in his hand and wipe his hair for him.

Yang Yang didn't refuse, but just remembered the scene where he always wiped their hair after the three of them took a shower, and smiled lightly.

It's really a turn of events~

"People will always change, because of the environment, because of man."

"Oh?" Kuroro's tone was filled with a deep smile, not because of that sentence, but, "He?"

Yang Yang slightly turned his head to look at him, then lowered his head, and told the truth.

After a while, the hair was completely dry, Kuroro casually threw the towel on the nearby bedside table, a pair of obsidian eyes looked at him without warmth, then stood up, turned his back to Yang Yang and asked, "Are you still complaining now? "

"Are you complaining?" Yang Yang took a deep breath, leaned back on the bed, looked at the white ceiling, "How could you complain." Although, it was very complaining.

"Heh~" Kuroro chuckled, "Are you blaming me?"

Yang Yang pursed his lips, remembering what he said that day, "I will wait for you in the border area. In these 10 days, your life or death has nothing to do with me!"

"Don't complain." They were all for his own good, how could they complain.

[Hehe, don't you complain? 】

An inexplicable resentment suddenly rose in my heart, as well as that voice similar to his.

It was different from the sound of poisoning, it belonged to that scorpion at that time, but now...

Yang Yang sat up abruptly, frowning fiercely.

"What's wrong?" Kuroro turned to look at him, why so suddenly, what happened?

"It's okay." Yang Yang shook his head.

[Hehe, do you really not complain? Don't care about your life or death within 10 days, let you fend for yourself, do you really not complain? ] Yang Yang was a little irritable. He took a deep breath and said in a muffled voice, "Kurolo, please go out for a while. I have something to do."

"...um" He just hesitated for a moment before nodding, Kuroro turned and left.

It doesn't seem to blame him, but it seems to hear some annoying voice.

"Leader..." Paikenuoda was a little worried when he saw Kuroro coming out, "Yang Yang..." Although the head explained Yang Yang's physical condition afterward, looking back now, he still finds it miraculous that someone would stay in the body. Before dying, really...

However, how did his character become so indifferent?What happened...was it someone else pretending to be?

"It's okay." Kuroro glanced at Hisoka, and then very briefly told Yang Yang's experience over the years. As for how other people reacted, he was not in his consideration. What he was worried about now was what Yang Yang had just said. Second look.

Yang Yang in the room closed his eyes after confirming that Kuroro had left, and went to his inner world.

Yang Yang has never thought about what his inner world looks like, but when he saw it for the first time, he was really shocked.

His inner world is a vast ocean, and in the center is a small island the same size as the villa he used to live in. There is only one small tree with white pagoda flowers blooming on the island.

The surface is calm and beautiful, but the sea is rough and dangerous. Once a storm comes, this small island will probably be submerged.

During the 30 years in the virtual circle, when Yang Yang was really bored, he would come to his inner world to enjoy the sea from time to time, and he also passed through a difficult time, but he would see too many unchanging scenery. So after watching it for more than ten years, Yang Yang seldom comes here, except for the occasions after that when he needs to communicate with Fenghuaxueyue.

The sky in Yang Yang's inner world is a clear sky with floating clouds, although sometimes it is perineum when he is in a daze, and it rains when he is in a bad mood, but most of the weather is good.

Every time I come here, I will be accompanied by Fenghuaxueyue, whirlwind with snowflakes spinning around me, talking and chatting, it is not too boring, but this time...

There was a drizzle under the dark sky, the fallen pagoda tree flowers floated all over the ground, and the sea surface was slightly undulating. I didn't see Feng Huaxueyue's figure, but I saw another self in a black deadly costume.

Yang Yang blinked.

... blur...?

"No~" He stood up with a smile on the opposite side, as if he heard Yang Yang's thoughts, raised his index finger to his lips, tilted his head slightly, his handsome face smiled evilly, but it didn't violate harmony: " It's not fake."

no?That is……

"Even if it's virtual, you are more like me!" He looked Yang Yang up and down, raised his chin, and said a little arrogantly.

Yang Yang looked down reflexively, and was taken aback.

The white Xuye Palace uniform, the appearance of the soul, so to speak...

White hair, pale skin, white clothes, if the eyes are golden, and there is a hole in the chest, it really looks like Xu.

Yang Yang stood on the sea and looked at him coldly, "Are you...?"

"Although I'm not false, but the goal is the same~" The corners of the mouth of the laughing mouth almost bent to the ear, his eyes were full of uncontrollable killing intent and madness, and when Yang Yang was slightly stunned, he disappeared into the original The ground appeared in front of his eyes in an instant, and he reached out and pulled out the Zanpakudao from Yang Yang's waist, and stabbed it in with lightning speed before Yang Yang could react.

"The goal is... to kill you and occupy this body!"

Yang Yang was startled, covered his wound, and frowned at him.

"who are you?"

"Me?" He laughed wildly, pulled out the knife with a swish, red blood splashed out, fell on his face, stuck out his tongue and licked it, his eyes gleamed bloodthirsty, he said: "I It's just another personality born out of your soul because of resentment!"

what?

Yang Yang was startled, suddenly felt that his feet were vain, he quickly walked to the small island, swayed his figure, leaned against the tree and sat on the grass, looking at him vigilantly.

I almost sank into the sea because of too much emotional fluctuations and uncontrollable spiritual power disorder, but...

Another personality, fine score?

"Hahaha, weak you, it's better for me to kill you, and then let me replace you and live in this world!" After finishing speaking, he walked over in a blink of an eye and swung his knife to chop off.

Yang Yang covered the wound with one hand, unable to dodge in time, so he simply grabbed the blade with the other hand to stop him, let the blood wind from his fingers to his wrist and then drip, endured the pain of the knife cut, stared at him, and smiled lightly: "Kill him!" Killed me? That also depends on your ability!" Then he let go of his hand covering the wound and said, "Fourth of the broken way, Bai Lei!"

Without physical limitations, Yang Yang could use Bai Lei with the same speed and efficacy as Bai Zai did back then, thanks to the increased spiritual power gained through more than 30 years of training.

He hurriedly dodged but was injured by Bai Lei's arm, he let go of Zanpakutō and jumped back a few steps.

Yang Yang snorted coldly, let go of the blade, and then held the handle. He was about to unravel Fenghua Xueyue, but was interrupted by the opponent's Shunpo, and was finally snatched away.

Pointing at himself with the tip of the knife, he let the blood flow out, down his arm, and fell into the sea. He looked at him and smiled contemptuously: "You who are always restricted by your physical incompleteness, and you who can't exert your strength, how can you beat me?" What about the other you whose strength is below the captain’s and above the vice-captain’s, hahahaha!!!!”

Yang Yang narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips.

He is right, no matter how strong his strength is, his body with this fatal weakness cannot become strong no matter what, it is always limited by his body, how is it possible...

"You don't deserve to live like this. It's better to die in my hands. Let me live instead of you, so that they won't be dragged down!!!" Then he stepped forward again and chopped it down with a knife.

That's right, with such a weak self, even if his strength grows, he can't help them.

Yang Yang lowered his eyes, his eyes were dim, and he immediately lost the desire to fight.