Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

The hem of the white feather weave flutters up and down with the wind and waves. Hongjiang's back is like a lone peak standing in the middle of the sea, which can not fall down despite the wind and waves.

Just looking at how handsome the back looks, Liluka couldn't help but lower her head and think of Hongjiang's face in her mind. If the eyes were bigger and more energetic, she would be really handsome...

After surviving, Tunze Tongzi sat on the ground with his legs limp. At this moment, he seemed to have completely forgotten the so-called friend-enemy relationship, and completely let go of his guard against Hongjiang.

Ping! There was a crisp sound as the blade rubbed against the scabbard, interrupting their brief absence.

What brought them back to reality was Yue Dao's soft but slightly terrifying words: "Silver City has created such a good opportunity for you, how can you use it to be dazed?"

"What are you bastard Tsukishima talking about? Tongzi was almost killed by that guy in Yincheng!" Liluka scolded loudly.

Tsukishima, who was accused, didn't show any shame, but instead said it as a matter of course: "You, aren't you all right? And..."

"There are only three ways I deal with it."

Hong Jiang interrupted Yue Dao, and continued in a calm tone: "One is to dodge, then he will move with Tongzi again, and Tongzi is naturally not in danger."

"The second is a hard connection. The situation is just like that, and there is no danger."

"Three is also a hard pick, but you may use Tongzi as a shield first. You should say that Yincheng can stop in time, or it may be that Liluka makes a sneak attack on me. It is okay to save Tongzi in time and kill me? Kill two birds with one stone." Good plan."

Hongjiang didn't say a word, and Liluka's face turned ugly. Aren't we all companions? The Grim Reaper, who Yincheng said represented indifference, might have had many choices at the time, but there was not only one choice for us, and that was to save our companions?

Tongzi Zheze seemed hesitant to speak, and his eyes wandered on Yincheng and Yuedao. He knew the so-called third point very well, and it might be difficult to achieve it with the strength of these two people.

Jackie frowned, her face was also ugly. Yincheng and Yuedao were not good people, or they didn't regard themselves as righteous people, but such an understatement of betrayal was chilling.

All these performances of the people fell into Hong Jiang's eyes, and he didn't mind to put his hands on these small cracks in people's hearts.

"Kindness and kindness are taboos when facing the enemy, no matter who this kindness is to. So, from this point of view, I should say a few words of praise to you, which is really the right way of thinking."

Having said that, Hong Jiang's appearance didn't look like a compliment at all, and then he changed the subject: "It's really like a ghost to use the lives of your companions so casually, and treat them as tools without the slightest bit of shame. Behavior, your revenge is destined to be a lonely failure, just a joke that makes people laugh, Ginjo Kugo."

Yincheng's face was terribly gloomy right now, but it wasn't him who made the first move, let alone Yuedao beside him, but...

Xuexu, the child with the most reassuring appearance, if you are careful, you will find that his expression has not fluctuated too much from the beginning to the end, and he even looks disapproving and disapproving of Hongjiang's words.

At this moment, he suddenly chose to make a move, not following Yincheng's attack, but choosing such an inexplicable timing.

Does the brat think I've let my guard down now? The right hand was held empty, and some crystals appeared in the palm, and it was thrown back without looking back: "Bound Dao Nineteen, white fan!"

White icicles appeared out of thin air one by one, and slowly opened like a huge fan opened to block Hong Jiang.

The pixel arrows sent by Xuexu hit it with fine lines, and when all the attacks fell, the ice fan shattered, and behind it was Hong Jiang's gaze, which was colder than ice.

"What's scary is that someone is willing to be used, or, what's even more terrifying is..."

Xue Xu was very indifferent to this look, and even interrupted Hong Jiang's speculation, and continued: "I just want to remind some idiots that you are the enemy who broke in suddenly.

Faced with you, of course you must have the consciousness of death. "

"It's just like a game. It's better to lose one or two members than GAMEOVER. From this point of view, Yincheng is not wrong. Liluka, and you all, wake me up, this is not playing pretend!"

"you!"

Liluka, who was named individually, was naturally upset, but she was at a loss for words to refute. Xue Xu had various problems, but as he said, the god of death in front of him was the first to break into this trouble, and the other party seemed to have no intention of letting them go.

"I really don't know whether to evaluate you as an obedient child or a smart brat."

"Isn't this thanks to you?" Yincheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, with a disdainful tone: "It's true that you treat people as lowly animals and then accuse us of showing our fangs. Never changed."

Hongjiang could see that Liluka and the others, who were a little shaken before, might still have doubts and dissatisfaction in their hearts, but they were still pulled back by Yincheng as a whole.

The so-called internal conflicts have time to be resolved internally. The most important thing for foreign enemies is unity, and now this foreign enemy is him.

"Our most deeply rooted vice is the fear and rejection of aliens. Because of the fear, we erected the wall early. Because of the alienation, we secretly rejoice for the previous fear and rejection. But who is the source of this is a dead end cycle."

Hongjiang talked to himself, shook his head with a wry smile, and said with emotion: "But Fuzhu is not such a mediocre person. If he wants to see you now with his own eyes, he must feel uncomfortable."

"Shut up! Don't put on this hypocritical look anymore, you and that man are the same, the same hypocrisy."

"No, no, no." Hong Jiang quickly denied, "There is only one Shirō Ukitake in Seling Court, and I am not the same as him."

"Besides, you made a mistake. What I said earlier was not only about you and me, you and us." Hong Jiang suddenly turned around and looked around at the other people present: "I was talking about you, Aren't you afraid and repelling each other?"

"Mister, do you want to use words to divide us again? You are really persistent." Yue Dao reminded others, and Xue Xu couldn't help laughing: "Is it still a mental attack? Your boss's method is really single."

Hongjiang snorted disdainfully: "The Seireitei has a history of at least two thousand years, and the current captain Yamamoto Motoyanagi Shigekuni has personally witnessed this time."

"Slashing technique, white beating, shunpo, ghost way, with these four general directions, the god of death has been honing himself in these long years. What kind of height has he reached in the end?"

Hong Jiang glanced at everyone with squinted eyes, and asked softly, "Did Ginjo Kugo tell you about these things?"

No one answered, and Hong Jiang's increasingly indifferent voice sounded again: "I only know who the enemy is, but I don't know what they mean."

"It's okay, I'll let you see now..."

Before the words fell, Xue Xu's eyes went dark, and she looked up to meet Shang Hongjiang's ancient and calm eyes.

"Start with you!"