The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 157 Shiraishi Is Everyone's Shiraishi
She was holding a knife and shaking her body.

Most of the front of the stronghold was destroyed, and the collected treasures turned into slag under the dust.

The servants gathered in the hall, their eyes dodging, like a pack of hungry wolves facing a tiger, switching between fear and desire.

They hated Liu Shengyueying, and were afraid that she would not be able to walk steadily, a look could still scare them to bow their heads.

"Mother."

Yagyu Ichiro was the one who took the initiative to greet her. He would be lying if he said he didn't hate this mother, but besides the hatred, there was still such a layer of family affection.

He will never forget who helped him realize every wish when he was a child.

"Ichiro, this is my blindfold, take it, let's go, let's go."

Yagyu Tsukage leaned on his shoulder, murmured softly, and stuffed the Zanpakutō into his hand.

This is the last thing to do.

"None of you can leave."

A soft tone came from behind, she turned her head, and saw a Reaper wearing glasses standing there, and the pure white Captain Yuori was draped over the Death Overlord outfit.

Aizen held the handle of the knife, and slowly pulled out the Zanpakuto.

"Ahem," Liu Shengyueying wanted to push her son away, raised her hand, and coughed immediately, no, the injury is too serious.

It was lucky not to die immediately.

Yagyu Ichiro put her down gently, faced Aizen directly, and pulled out Zanpakutō.

"Ichiro, no, you go."

"I'm sorry, mother, even in the end, I'm still the unfilial son who doesn't listen to you."

Knowing that the mother deserved what she deserved, and knowing that she would not live long, why did she still stand in front and face the captain of the god of death?
Ichiro Yagyu couldn't figure it out, there are too many questions in life, can't you act if you don't get the answer?
Shouldn't be the case.

With this in mind, he clenched the handle of the knife and charged forward.

There was no fake smile on Aizen's face, nor did he speak, and he swung a knife silently.

Just a simple knife.

The sky and the earth were illuminated into snow white by the light of the knife.

Everything dissolves in white light.

Rumble.

In the deafening sound, Yagyu Ichiro noticed the rapid destruction of his body, like a sandcastle in a typhoon, dissipating in the wind.

Lan Ran turned around and retracted the knife. There was no trace of the mountain behind him, and there was no one there.

Witnesses and evidence are destroyed.

The lost property of the Tsunayashiro family will also be lost forever.

The eyes under the lens were very cold, and before meeting Uno Hanaretsu, the coldness turned into gentleness, "I really didn't expect that Yagyu Tsukage would still have that level of power in the end."

Unozhihualie held Shiraishi in his arms, and said without much doubt: "Thank you for your hard work, Captain Aizen."

"No, I'm just picking up the loopholes. The real credit belongs to Captain Shiraishi."

Lan Ran smiled, pushed the frame of the mirror habitually, and asked, "Is he all right?"

"The lack of spiritual pressure caused by hunger, and the forceful swastika, put a heavy burden on the body, so I need to go back to the comprehensive rescue center for treatment as soon as possible."

Unozhihualie really can't heal quickly this time. Excessive consumption of spiritual pressure is different from injury. Huidao can only stabilize the injury. If you want to heal, you need herbs to regulate slowly.

Aizen nodded, and looked at Kuchiki Byakuya, "How is Captain Broken Bee?"

"Dizzy." Kuchiki Byakuya replied briefly, his black hair was stained with dust, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Then let's go back to Seireitei."

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Drip, drop.

There was a crisp sound ringing in my ears.

Baishi woke up from the haze, his eyelids trembled, and slowly opened, the light in the room was a bit dazzling.

He squinted again to see clearly, the white walls and ceiling.

Turning his head, he saw a large instrument on his right.

The sound of Didi comes from the instrument.

In front of the instrument, a tall figure stands tall.

"Yongyin." He opened his mouth and found that his voice was very hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Huche Yongyin turned around, and said with surprise on his face: "Baishi, you finally woke up."

"Is it three years from now?"

"How is it possible? Today is NO.13. You have only slept for about two days. If you want to move normally, it will take at least another two or three days."

Huche Yongyin said, reaching out to grab the bag at the end of the bed, "Let me change the urine bag for you."

"..."

Baishi felt very embarrassed and couldn't move even if he wanted to. His limbs were firmly fixed on the bed, he couldn't even move his fingers, only his neck could turn.

What kind of torture is this?

He complained in his heart and asked, "How about Broken Bee?"

"Captain Broken Bee just fainted from hunger. It's nothing serious. He's already working."

Huche Yongyin helped change the urine bag, and suddenly remembered that Sufeng had an explanation, and Shiraishi would notify him as soon as he woke up.

She put down the urine bag, picked up the magic messenger, and quickly sent a message to Broken Bee, and then sent messages to Yinmeng and Luanju one by one.

The messenger machine does not have a group sending function, and it is really troublesome to notify one by one.

Thinking in her heart, she withdrew the divine messenger and said, "I'll help you take out the urine bag. If you have something to do, please yell loudly, and someone will come to help you."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Shiraishi couldn't let go of her helping to change the urine bag.

I'm not used to the feeling of being tied to the bed, so I really want to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible.

He thought to himself, looking sideways at the blue sky outside the window, his restlessness gradually dissipated.

The warm wind rolled up the white curtains and gently caressed his cheeks. The chirping of cicadas on the trees was like a lullaby, making one want to fall asleep.

"Shiroishi!"

The gentle voice expressed anxiety.

Let him recover from the hazy sleepiness, look at the door, Nie Yinmeng stepped into the ward, dressed in black and white maid outfit, still wearing a red collar around the neck, beads of sweat flowed from the forehead to the neck, "Are you okay?"

"Apart from being unable to move, I think everything is fine."

Shiraishi replied with a smile.

Nieyinmeng heaved a sigh of relief, took small steps to the bedside, and placed the food box on the bedside table. She couldn't express her overjoyed expression on her face, and could only express her inner thoughts in an eager tone, "I made you a nutritious meal, do you want it?" Try it?"

"Ah."

Bai Shi readily agreed.

The wind outside the window was stronger, and the familiar Reiatsu appeared on the window frame.

He turned his head and saw Broken Bee jumping down from the window frame and walking to the side of the hospital bed, with a delicate slap on his face, "Vice Captain Nie, please go out for a while, I have something to say to Captain Baishi."

Nie Yinmeng didn't think there was business at this time, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Captain Broken Bee, I don't need to follow your orders except for business, and the nutritious meals I make will never lose to your bento. "

She saw through Suihou holding a bento behind her back, and actually wanted to monopolize Shiraishi, Captain Suifeng is really too domineering.

Shiraishi is everyone's Shiraishi.

Broken Bee glanced at her puffed-out chest, then at herself. The meat bun was the size of a honeydew melon, and she said that it was okay to be malnourished.

A slapped face suddenly darkened, eyes coldly said: "Vice Captain Nie, is this the way you talk to the captain?"

Nie Yinmeng said expressionlessly: "Outside of work, there is no difference between the captain and the vice-captain."

"..."

what should I do?
Baishi swallowed silently, his gaze swung left and right, always feeling that the atmosphere was not good.

(End of this chapter)