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178 Emotional Advisor Matsumoto Rangiku, Stupid Saigao (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Aizen pulled out his arm expressionlessly.

next second.

Inserted again.

Didn't get it.

pull it out.

Insert it again.

It was still empty.

insert.

pull.

Didn't get it.

insert.

pull.

Still didn't get it.

Here.

The smile on Aizen's face froze completely.

Hōgyoku...not in this Shinigami's soul?

"Captain Aizen?"

Ichimaru Gin opened his squinted eyes slightly, and slowly made a question mark.

I'm afraid Aizen suddenly has a problem with his brain.

Been repeating this action all the time.

"Is there something wrong?"

Tousen Kaname stepped forward and asked in a deep voice.

Although he is blind, it doesn't mean he can't "see" anything.

"An interesting twist happened."

The corners of Aizen's frozen mouth unfolded, and he pushed his eyes, revealing a slightly deep smile.

I see.

Urahara Kisuke.

this time.

Did you predict that I predicted that you predicted that I predicted that you predicted it?

in short.

That is, Aizen predicted Urahara Kisuke's prediction, which is the first layer.

But Aizen's prejudgment is within Urahara Kisuke's prejudgment.

That was Urahara Kisuke deliberately predicted by Aizen.

Then Urahara Kisuke stood on the second floor.

But Aizen knew that Urahara Kisuke must have discovered Aizen's multi-layered predictions.

So Aizen also has a third layer of prediction.

But the result is obvious.

This wave is Urahara Kisuke standing in the atmosphere, perfectly predicting Aizen's prediction.

"That's interesting, Urahara Kisuke."

Aizen withdrew his hand, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

His palm like a dead tree quickly returned to its original shape, as if it hadn't changed.

"Do you want me to help get rid of him?"

Ichimaru Gin tilted his head, and tapped the Shinigami on the ground with his fingertips.

"That's not necessary, Silver."

"He has been Hypnosised by me."

Aizen shook his head and walked out of the warehouse:

"Go back to Soul Society."

"Already here."

"Urahara Kisuke won't be hiding for long."

"I'm looking forward to what kind of expression Urahara Kisuke will show when I stand in front of him."

Karakura Town, Urahara store.

"Is it really good to do that?"

Shihouin Yoruichi leaned against the wall, crossed his arms, and looked towards the steps a few meters away.

over there.

A man in a green coat and a bucket hat was sitting there with his legs crossed.

It is Urahara Kisuke.

"What's wrong."

Urahara Kisuke replied with a smile.

"Aren't you kidding him?"

Shihouin Yoruichi sighed and rubbed his forehead:

"Fortunately, he came to this world with such anticipation, and thought he had seen through your plan."

"estimate."

"That Aizen guy must have thought that you hid Hōgyoku in that Shinigami's soul.

That missing Shinigami.

It is a mist deliberately released by Urahara Kisuke.

As expected, Aizen heard the news and started to act directly.

"How can this be called playing him?"

"Yoruichi-san."

Urahara Kisuke pressed his fisherman's hat, only one eye was exposed, his gaze was deep, and he spoke slowly:

"It's just a trial."

hear this.

Shihouin Yoruichi waved his hands quickly, with a look of disgust:

"I don't see your predictions. It's like a neurosis."

Every day I predict you, you predict mine.

Isn't this crazy?

"Crazy?"

hear this.

Urahara Kisuke opened the folding fan with a snap, covered his face, and let out an exaggerated smile:

"It's better to say it's a mental illness than a neurosis."

"Aizen and I are sick friends."

"Only patients can have a common language."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

"Wait until Aizen finds out that Hōgyoku is no longer in my hands, but in the hands of that Kuchiki Shinji guy."

"What kind of expression will he make?"

finished.

Urahara Kisuke's mouth under the folding fan showed a wicked smile.

And at this time.

Soul Society, Juban team kendo training ground.

Matsumoto Rangiku was sitting motionless in a corner.

Zanpakutō Haineko is placed on top of her legs.

Matsumoto Rangiku doing knife Zen.

Or.

Matsumoto Rangiku has been doing sword zen since Hitsugaya's Tōshirō replaced her.

She wants to master Bankai as soon as possible.

only...

"It's still a little bit worse."

Matsumoto Rangiku suddenly opened his eyes, and distress flashed in his beautiful eyes.

She scratched her long blonde hair irritably.

Then.

Sighed.

to be honest.

Just one step away.

It was just one small step before she could hear Haineko's real name and thus master Bankai.

But it's such a small step.

She has been stuck for two full months.

every time.

Matsumoto Rangiku was about to hear Haineko's real name.

Haineko's voice will be silenced suddenly as if it has been mosaiced.

That's it.

The experience made Matsumoto Rangiku very irritable, only to be relieved by drinking or a friendship with the gods.

"Have you failed again?"

"Rangiku big sister head."

At this moment.

Rukia squirmed on the ground and leaned towards Matsumoto Rangiku.

Immediately afterwards.

He grabbed her by the collar with one hand and hugged her into his arms.

"Hiss... so cold!"

"But it's so pretty and cute!"

"No wonder Shinji, that heartless guy, has been hiding your Bankai all the time. It turns out that he wants to see it secretly by himself."

Matsumoto Rangiku kept rubbing against Rukia, and grabbed Rukia's hair [open load.

Rukia: ...

I... I'm dirty!

Rukia looked hopeless, staring blankly at the sky.

Why?

Everyone masturbates her like a cat.

Shinji too.

So is Matsumoto Rangiku.

But.

But... she is a beautiful girl!

Although it is a little small, there are benefits to ordering only a small one!

"It's too difficult."

"Is your Bankai so beautiful?"

"It's a pity that there is a big gap between me and your Reiatsu, so I can't hold you all the time."

Matsumoto Rangiku shuddered, and reluctantly let Rukia struggle and escape.

no doubt.

After Rukia mastered Bankai, Reiatsu has been promoted to captain rank.

Although it tends to be at the bottom of the captain class.

But that is also the captain level, there is no doubt about it.

And what about Matsumoto Rangiku himself?

Although she is close to mastering Bankai, even this last step is left.

But not mastering Bankai is not mastering Bankai.

This is the truth.

Then Matsumoto Rangiku's Reiatsu is still at the vice-captain level.

With Matsumoto Rangiku's current Reiatsu, he still can't stand the low temperature emitted by Rukia.

But there is one thing to say.

It is really beautiful.

So beautiful.

No loss is the most beautiful Zanpakutō in Soul Society.

Even Bankai is so breathtakingly beautiful.

Even she, a woman, was very moved when she saw it, and she couldn't control herself.

Well, it's meaningless to say this.

As a satyr.

Matsumoto Rangiku was originally a man and woman.

And at this time.

Hear the words of Matsumoto Rangiku.

Rukia gave her a sideways look.

hold me all the time?

You are enough!

Fortunately, I am already at the captain level, you can't withstand the low temperature naturally emitted by my body.

If it can stand it.

what you up to?

ah?

Say, what else do you want to do?

"Little Rukia-chan, you probably like Captain Shinji, right?"

at this time.

Matsumoto Rangiku suddenly leaned over and asked softly.

"Eh???"

Rukia's small face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just a blink of an eye.

It was blushing as if it was about to steam.

"Long-winded!"

Rukia blushed and roared:

"Who would like that idiot!"

"I...I..I don't like Shinji!"

"Well...I didn't, I definitely didn't."

Rukia kept shaking her head and began to speak incoherently.

Such an annoyed look.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that you have been told what you think in your heart, so you become angry from embarrassment.

Very unconvincing.

Or it can be said that it is not convincing at all.

Anyway, Matsumoto Rangiku is absolutely unbelievable.

Don't like Captain Shinji?

Your expression has already betrayed you, girl!

Even if you have to pretend.

At least it's a bit of a disguise.

Give me some convincing?

"Since not, what are you so excited about?"

"It's a bit pretentious."

Think about it.

The lost lady smiled and put her hand on Rukia's shoulder.

Then.

Minato (bbae) near.

Quietly said:

"And if I remember correctly."

"Rukia sauce."

"You never seem to call Captain Shinji your brother, but you always call him by his first name?"

"That's not like what a younger sister calls an elder brother."

"in addition."

"Captain Byakuya Kuchiki, you keep calling him brother."

"Why is this?"

"Our relationship, don't hide it from me here."

Matsumoto Rangiku's voice was full of bewilderment, and he stared at the dumbass who seemed to be on fire in front of him.

honestly.

sometimes.

You can't hide liking someone.

For example, Rukia always likes to watch Shinji's profile from the corner.

That focused look.

as well as.

Always unconsciously began to pay attention to Shinji's behavior.

Matsumoto Rangiku saw it all.

This is not like a younger sister caring about her brother.

instead.

It's like a little girl fell in love with someone.

Cowardly, timid, cautious.

Rukia is such a state.

That is clearly because I like Kuchiki Shinji, so I pay attention to him unconsciously.

"I... I'm just used to calling him that.

Rukia was still talking stiffly, her hair was bristling, and she refused to admit it.

Like Shinji or something.

This is too shameful.

impossible.

She will never admit it.

No!

To be precise, there is no such thing.

Well, that's right.

There is no such thing.

It's all Matsumoto Rangiku talking nonsense.

"That's not okay, Rukia-chan."

heard the words.

Matsumoto Rangiku sighed, put his hands on Rukia's shoulders, and made her look him in the eye:

"You don't need me to tell you how popular Captain Shinji is, do you?"

"Excellent men will always attract the attention of many women."

"Captain Shinji is the captain of the Juban team. He is very strong and has many records, which is obvious to all.

"and."

"Captain Shinji is also a direct descendant of the Kuchiki family, the head of the four nobles, and his status in the Kuchiki family is also at the level of a great nobleman.

"In the future, the head of the Kuchiki family and the captain of the Sixth Division will all belong to Captain Shinji."

"You can imagine."

"Such an excellent Captain Shinji will be the target of many girls."

"For example, Kasumi Road Ruri Chiyo."

"Think carefully."

"How long has she been hanging around Captain Shinji."

"And what she wants, isn't she to be Captain Shinji's fiancée?"

Seeing that Rukia listened very seriously, she seemed to be starting to think.

Matsumoto Rangiku nodded in satisfaction and continued:

"in addition."

"Captain Shinji also has a fiancée who has been missing for nearly a hundred years."

"You don't need to tell me about that one."

"Shihouin Yoruichi is the princess and former head of the Shihouin family, the top nobleman.

"As for Vice Captain Nilu."

"I don't need to say more about her feelings for Captain Shinji, everyone knows it."

"In this world.

"There's also a female Quincy called Kurosaki Masaki, who also seems to have a big crush on Captain Shinji."

"Except for them."

"Soul Society currently has many young ladies from noble families who are fans of Captain Shentong.

"It's just that at their status level, it's difficult to communicate with Captain Shinji."

"If given the chance."

"They won't miss talking to Captain Shinji."

"That's why I've always been so inferior and hid my feelings so deeply."

"The one who gets hurt in the end may be yourself."

"Little Rukia sauce."

Staring into Rukia's slightly absent-minded purple eyes, Matsumoto Rangiku couldn't help rubbing her dull hair.

Well...it feels really good in the hand.

Because of being in the state of Bankai.

Rukia's ice cream is cold.

No wonder Shinji has always liked to lick other people's hair.

Was it so interesting?

Silly hair fine race high!

Matsumoto Rangiku continued to squeeze with a satisfied face.

"Rangiku big sister head...you..."

Rukia's eyes were slightly complicated, as if she had realized something, but she still didn't seem to understand.

"You."

Matsumoto Rangiku poked her forehead reproachfully, reminding:

"Captain Shinji doesn't take the initiative, so why don't you take the initiative?"

"You look at me."

"Not all of them have moved directly into Kuchiki's house."

"Even captain Byakuya Kuchiki was bribed by me with alcohol and didn't kick me out."

Speaking of which.

Matsumoto Rangiku laughed smugly.

Rukia: "..."

So you really did the thing of giving wine to your brother?

I thought it was just Shinji talking nonsense.

but.

Is this all ok?

Brother...was really bribed?

Rukia made a question mark slowly.

"Rukia, you have to work harder."

at this time.

Matsumoto Rangiku patted his belly, and suddenly said with a smile:

"My place is already in the shape of Captain Fantastic."

heard the words.

Rukia's expression froze.

"Eh???"

"What does this mean?"

Hueco Mundo.

A barren land.

Flying yellow sand was everywhere, and there was a miserable howl from time to time.

It was Gillian howling.

A couple of giant Gillians.

Appears from the end of sight.

While howling, they launched an attack clumsily, tearing huge wounds on the opponent's body.

This is a fight to the death.

Driven by instinct.

Even unconscious at Gillian's level.

Menos Grande will also attack each other.

The crimson Cero coalesces in the open mouth beneath the mask.

But then.

It was a cold slash that passed through the space, split Cero into two, and hit the sand on both sides at an angle.

next second.

Neat wounds emerged on Gillian's body.

They were beheaded.

Then.

Layers of ripples suddenly appeared in the space.

It was like a stone was thrown into a calm lake.

This fluctuation is becoming more and more obvious.

finally.

A figure fell out of it.

It's Mole City Shuangya!

His face was a little ugly, and he knelt on the ground on one knee.

Even Yulu Zheliu, who was always chattering and talkative, kept quiet and looked at him with a worried face.

"It seems...failed."

Mole Chengshuang also turned pale.

Sudden.

He spat out a large amount of blood with a pop.

crumbling body.

Completely fell on the sand....