"Tsk, it's really the same as Lonely," Liyue pulled out the knife at her waist and stared at the fairy feather tightly, not even blinking the rain flowing into her eyes, and then disappeared in front of her eyes in the next moment.

"Hey, Moon!" Yeyi screamed and followed.

"You're really getting into trouble, Mr. Kurosaki." The store manager Urahara looked at Ruliyue, who had already rushed towards Xianyu, and could only shake his head and sigh.

"Please, manager." Ichigo Kurosaki stood in front of Kisuke Urahara, "Tell me who she is and why she is so attached to me." Kurosaki Ichigo looked at him pleadingly, almost on his knees.

The manager looked at his face, "I can tell you. But you have to understand that it's not your fault, and I don't want you to die. Promise me that you will just stand here when you know the truth."

Hearing this, Ichigo Kurosaki nodded hurriedly, "No problem, I just want to know who she is."

Even the pouring rain couldn't drown out the sound of "clanging" metal colliding, which was the sound of Xianyu fighting with the two sisters of the Sifeng Courtyard family.

The manager of Urahara looked at Kurosaki Ichigo's face like that, and after a long time, he shook his head with a wry smile, "You remember the forty blades that once came to the present world."

"Ulquiora, you say?" Kurosaki Ichigo looked back at the two people in a mess, and suddenly understood something in his mind as he remembered the tall, thin and thin figure with a cold attitude.

"That's his sister." Urahara's voice floated from behind Kurosaki Ichigo and hit Kurosaki Ichigo in the chest like a hammer, almost leaving him breathless.

"Stop!" Ichigo Kurosaki shouted.

Liyue was already at a disadvantage, her knife was grabbed by Xianyu, and one hand was grabbing Liyue's neck. Fortunately, Yeyi on one side grabbed Xianyu's arm, and at the same time, one hand was about to point at the acupuncture point on Xianyu's neck. With a loud shout from Ichigo Kurosaki, several people pulled up the stance.

Liyue and Yoichi returned to the store manager's side, apparently unharmed.

"I'm sorry, manager, I promised you just now." Kurosaki Ichigo slowly walked towards Senha, "But this all started because of me, so let me finish it."

"Tsk," Yoichi tried to rush up to stop Kurosaki Ichigo, but was stopped by the manager of Urahara reaching out. "What are you thinking, Kisuke. Don't stop me, stop him."

The rain fell from under the brim of the store manager's hat in Urahara, "We can't stop anything."

"Hey, we're all the same in this world." Ichigo Kurosaki stretched out his hand, and the proxy card was casually thrown to the ground by him, making a splash. "We're all wrong, you, me, him, Aizen, Death, and Void, all wrong, it shouldn't be like this."

Xian Yu didn't make any moves, just looked at him lightly. It is true that she is now filled with revenge, but this revenge is completely different from what she thought. There is no slashing knife, no mask, and it seems that there is not much spiritual pressure left. He opened his hand in front of her and closed his eyes.

"Do it, it's what I owe him." Ichigo Kurosaki tilted his head with his eyes closed, and the rain hitting his face was like a baptism.

Immortal Feather gritted her teeth, her red eyes and tears mixed with rain splashed on the ground. She silently reached out her hand, the tip of her hand slowly approaching Kurosaki Ichigo's chest.

Just as Senyu's slender fingers were about to pierce Kurosaki Ichigo's chest, suddenly a burst of white light came from the space on one side, causing Senyu to stiffen.

"Yo, are you having a party here?"

Within the Soul Exterminator Group, several people wanted to say something about the restored village, but they were interrupted by a sudden light, and everyone had to stretch out their hands to block their eyes.

"Hey, aren't these just a few humans," the light dissipated, and a few more figures appeared in the center of the hall, making the already somewhat crowded hall even more crappy. They all wore white trench coats to hide their figures, and their heads were covered by low hoods.

Seeing that the person who came was not good, Ichinose Kawazo stood up and stretched out his hand to signal everyone to step back, "Who are you?" He looked at the three people of unknown origin in front of him with a gloomy face, and shouted.

"yes, it's a bit rude to come here like this," at first

The male voice who spoke was a little arrogant, "Then I'll report myself to the house first." Hear it clearly, Uncle Ben is a Divine Chosen One from the City of Desolate Words, called the Five Hundred Divine Star Sect, and he is a god-like existence."

As soon as the man's voice fell, he had already jumped in front of Ichinose Kawazoko, a hand stuck in his chest, and blood continued to fall down his wrist. Ichinose Kawazo pulled out his hand in a stunned expression, and his entire hand was already dyed blood-red, "Now you know who I am, shit."

"Brother Ichinosegawa!" Tsuchihara next to him roared, and when everyone was still stunned and didn't understand the situation, he rushed forward and punched the five hundred gods in the face.

"Oh, human fist ......" Before the five hundred myths were finished, they were knocked out by a strange force, smashing over the bookshelf in the distance, crushing it to the ground and not standing up again for a long time.

"Didn't I tell you everything, five hundred gods, hurry up and solve it, don't make trouble." A man in a white trench coat and hood stepped forward, his voice deep but familiar.

"It seems that you are here to die, then I understand." After such a moment, Ichinose Kawazo stood up again, and his body was as intact as ever, without a trace of scars, and even his clothes were not damaged. On the contrary, the figure who had just shot to stop the five hundred gods was red. The man was half-kneeling, holding his knife to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Katori Nakiri hid behind the sofa at the first moment of the incident, and Mizuki Hanasaki also picked up the machine and hid under the table. But Hyakhiko Omi is like no one. Although Murano was a little scared, she didn't hide because she felt a touch of familiarity.

Jitaro Tsuchihara walked to the collapsed bookshelf, held up the bookshelf with one hand, and pulled out the somewhat embarrassed Five Hundred Divine Star Sect from the ruins.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" The Five Hundred Divine Star Sect suddenly shouted and stretched out his hand to grab Jitaro Tsuchihara's neck, and the sound of the bones inside could be heard.

"Jitaro!" Ichinose Kawazo yelled and wanted to go over and help him. Unexpectedly, the man in white in front of him wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up. Because the range of movement is a little large, the handle of the knife inserted in the opponent's chest is exposed.

"Damn," Kamirai Saka retreated to Murano's side, "What about your abilities? Thatched cottage?"

Caotangzaka was still leaning against the windowsill, looking at the embarrassed crowd without any movement, "How do you care about you at night, I said that I only take people and don't do anything."

"What do you mean by that?" There was obviously a problem in Kudozaka's words, "Are you in league with them?" Ichinose couldn't believe what he heard. But as soon as he finished saying this, blood suddenly burst out from Ichinose Kawazo's chest.

"Thatched-sama, this is necessary." In front of Ichinose stood the man in white with the hilt of a knife in his chest, and he reached out to one side with one hand, which was stained with blood.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago," Shui Zhaohua Saki hid under the table, "there must be something wrong with your paralyzed bedbug!"

"So what," the grass hall was not angry at Lori's insults.

"Smack-" A snap of his fingers sounded, and time seemed to turn back a few seconds, and the Five Hundred Divine Star Sect was once again buried by the fallen bookshelf, and the injured man in the trench coat was still spitting blood. A cold sweat broke out on Omi Momohiko's forehead, and he grabbed Jitaro Tsuchihara's shoulder, "Don't go over!"