Chapter 113: I must be the first to sleep in a three-person bed
Rangiku can't see with her eyes, but she can directly find the direction of Ichimaru Gin. This is her unique intuition.
He stood up suddenly, and the quilt fell from his chest, revealing the fullness that most men were fascinated by. He didn't care that he was naked, and his fearful face showed a trace of helplessness.
She knows the suffering she has suffered. She is not afraid and does not want revenge. What she is only afraid of is that the happiness she once had will never come back. The time of childhood sweethearts can provide all the harbor.
Looking at Rangiku at this time, Ichimaru Gin didn't understand, and felt a faint pain in his heart. Rangiku, there are things you can't just do if you don't want to do them. We who are in the center of the whirlpool can only crawl as hard as we can. Did that gentleman say that?
Wrong, we are not ants under the rules.
He walked to the bed, gently helped Rangju lie down on the bed again, and carefully folded the quilt.
Comforting: "I promise you Rangiku, you have to have a good rest."
Rangiku believed it to be true, and suddenly grabbed Ichimaru Gin's hand and put it on her chest. The bandage on her face became wet. Only the people around her can give her an absolute sense of security.
What she experienced that day in Wandering Street was far less than the nightmare that Li Chuan brought to her at the Bipolar Stage.
All the captains, together, cannot make the opponent pull out the Zanpakutō. What is the ability of the disappeared "Swastika"? What should I do if the opponent targets Gin Ichimaru?
Feeling the body temperature transmitted from his hands, Ichimaru Gin remained bent over and motionless. In his memory, Rangiku had never made such a move.
Just because of that passenger.
Should I thank him or hate him?
The narrowed eyes reveal narrow slits, giving people a sense of eerie terror, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness, about to reveal its fangs.
Gradually feeling the stinging pain coming from her eyes, Rangiku finally reacted. Recalling her previous bold move, her face seemed to be covered with durian leaves, rippling with autumn ripples.
I can’t wait to find a crack to crawl in.
He put Ichimaru Gin's hands away as if they were discarded, pretending to be disgusted.
Looking at Rangiku's shy look, Ichimaru Gin couldn't help but smile. There was no time when his childhood friend didn't look carefree when he met her. No matter how deep the castle is in her heart, no matter how experienced she is in managing her emotions, her heart can't help but tremble.
Thinking of quickly covering up the embarrassment in his heart: "The passenger later drew his sword, and it was the first time he drew his Zanpakutō in Soul Society..."
Seeing that she was still telling, Ichimaru Gin interrupted Rangiku and continued. After the ups and downs of emotions, Rangiku's face already showed a tired look.
Ichimaru Gin's face was filled with distress, and he said softly: "Have a good rest, Rangiku, I promise you."
Rangiku's heart trembled. In her memory, Gin had never spoken to her in such a gentle tone.
A numb feeling of electric shock spread throughout her body, her mind went blank, and she completely lost the ability to think. Like a puppet on strings, she allowed the man beside the bed to put her back on the bed and cover her with the quilt.
Inexplicable disappointment flashed through her trembling heart, and her face couldn't help but turn red again, which soon reached the roots of her ears and turned red.
"Gin." Rangiku murmured. Her whole body was like a ripe fruit in autumn, sexy and attractive.
"Have a good rest, I'll see you again in a few days." Ichimaru Gin said softly.
"Yeah." Obediently like a child.
Ichimaru Gin picked up the white paper full of writing again. Rangiku couldn't see it, so he endured the pain and wrote it down. He understood Rangiku's thoughts.
I memorized the above content in my mind, and after confirming it repeatedly, the spiritual pressure in my hand shook, and the paper turned into pieces and disappeared into the air.
Then he left Rangiku's dormitory.
After a while, Rangiku's breathing gradually calmed down and she fell asleep.
After leaving the fourth team dormitory, Ichimaru Gin thought for a while and decided not to alert the snake for the time being. The information recorded by Rangiku was incomplete and came from the snake's intuition.
Even if Rangiku doesn't want to say it, he won't press her.
As he walked, he thought about it. According to the description on the paper, Rangiku's eyes were hurt just by looking at the opponent's attack. It was not the opponent's deliberate attack, which made Ichimaru Gin feel a little better.
After thinking about it, I don’t intend to keep the above information with Captain Aizen. I know that Aizen’s strength is profound and unfathomable, and the city is extremely profound.
The more I knew about Aizen, the more I realized how terrifying he was, his contempt for life and order, like a god overlooking all living things, Ichimaru Gin also felt a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart. Under this kind of oppression, the incubation period of
Ichimaru Gin's strength has increased rapidly.
The higher the strength, the more terrifying Aizen feels, and Ichimaru Gin does not dare to act rashly.
Now Li Chuan's arrival has broken the silence, and it is written between the lines that this strange god of death has the same thoughts as Aizen.
Thinking of this, Ichimaru Gin returned to his former mean smile.
It would be fun if both of them were characters who didn’t want to be inferior to others.
So, we have to find Li Chuan, and what Captain Aizen said.
……
Uzuki Retsu stood in a spacious dormitory, with two Shinigami lying on two hospital beds in front of her.
A man with the head of a dog, tall and tall.
Another god of death was bandaged from head to toe, with only his nostrils and mouth exposed. Bells were tied to his limp hair, and his breath was like a gossamer.
Next to her, Yachiru Kusaka is sitting obediently on the bench. She has short pink shoulder-length hair, black eyes, and a blush on her face. She looks like a child.
Wearing a death tyrant outfit, with the emblem of Division 11 on his left arm, the Zanpakutō is pinned to his waist like an ornament.
At this time, a pair of elbows rested on the edge of the hospital bed, supporting their small faces, and their big, watery eyes looked worriedly at Kenpachi Zaraki on the bed.
Kotetsu Yuune stands next to Unohana Retsu, a head taller than his idol.
"Captain, has Captain Zaraki's condition improved?"
Uozhihua Lie nodded: "The initial function of Hui Dao is to restore spiritual pressure first and then restore the spiritual body's injuries."
Kotetsu Yuune somewhat understood: "The alien spiritual pressure in Captain Zaraki's body is absorbing the energy of the return path."
"Yes, this alien spiritual pressure travels through the meridians of Captain Zaraki's body. Every time it moves, Captain Zaraki's body will see a point in his eyes."
"The destruction speed exceeds Captain Zaraki's own recovery speed. For the time being, it can only be alleviated with an unexpected bandage."
Speaking of this, Unohana's brows furrowed. For several days, he could only use his own spiritual pressure to maintain a weak balance in Zaragi's body.
Yachiru listened quietly, silently, only seeing Zaraki Kenpachi on the hospital bed.
"Could it be alive?" Huche Yongyin asked curiously.
"Life?" Unohana Retsu's heart moved, and he ordered Kotetsu Yuune: "Help Captain Zaraki remove the bandage."
"Yes." After hearing the idol's instructions, Kotetsu Yuune acted immediately, and Yachiru also stepped forward to help. The two of them carefully helped Zaraki Kenpachi untie the slipknot, turned over, raised his hands, and raised his feet, all movements were extremely careful.