"I am not a **** of death."

Kurosaki Ichigo frowned and said seriously.

This is the truth.

Unfortunately, Ishida Yulong did not believe it.

He just lowered his head and smiled nervously.

Looking at Ishida Yulong's performance, Kurosaki Ichigo sighed.

The current opponent is not the best comrade-in-arms who betrayed his class position back then, but just a person blinded by the heart of revenge.

As soon as this idea emerged, Ichigo suddenly had a strong creative urge.

Revenge, conflict, contradiction.

It's the eternal theme of literature, isn't it?

From the Count of Monte Cristo to the recently heavily translated Chinese online novels, this seems to be the tone.

However, those works are, after all, the imagination of the authors.

And he's been through it, and is watching a much better story.

Perhaps, he can paint a better future with the pen in his hand.

In the future, give a more perfect rest to all the plots.

"This thing, called spirit bait, can release the smell of attracting virtual."

Ishida Yulong held a small snow-white disc between his fingers and spoke in a low tone.

"Wait...you mean..."

Kurosaki Ichigo was aware of the opponent's next move.

He wanted to stop the other party, but sadly found that he was just an ordinary person now, and he did not have the power of death.

In the field of academic hegemony, they are both offensive and defensive, but they can only kill those who are malicious to them and affect their own learning.

Yuryu Ishida, who is not classified as a "disruptor".

In the judgment of the great writer development system, the appearance of the other party, like Kuchiki Rukia, will make Kurosaki Ichigo happy and improve the learning efficiency.

Moreover, today's Ishida Yulong is just a simple boy, he took out the bait, just to let Kurosaki Ichigo use his full strength and compete with himself.

"That's alright."

Kurosaki Ichigo thought about it, and the sad look on his face instantly disappeared.

Everything that happens is good.

All experiences will become his creative material.

...

While Ishida Yuryu was interacting with Kurosaki Ichigo, the virtual circle welcomed a new guest.

"It's desolate."

Wang Yan looked at the pale and lonely sky above his head, looking far into the distance, he could hardly see a few moving objects.

HuecoMundo, this is the real name of the virtual circle.

Translated, it should be "dead place".

The main inhabitant here is the virtual.

What Wang Yan wanted to see was not those brainless and retarded beings.

He slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts instantly enveloped the entire virtual circle.

Killian, Achukas, Vastord, Broken...

All individuals with normal intelligence are under his observation.

"Got you."

Wang Yan chuckled lightly, and his figure flickered.

In an instant, he appeared in front of a tall, slender, thin teenager.

The other party wore a half horned bone helmet, short black hair, and pale complexion.

Emerald-like pupils, like cat demons, with dark green tear-stained face lines...

These together outline an indifferent expression, which can be called the representative role of the male **** of asceticism.

Four Blades, Ulquiorra Cifer.

With a calm and ruthless personality, when he saw Wang Yan's appearance, he only took two steps back in an instant, but did not immediately launch an attack.

In fact, this is the real him.

Show no mercy to the enemy and hate indiscriminate killing.

Ulquiorra's essence is very similar to the former Kurosaki Ichigo.

Empty life, the course of life is nothing, without purpose and ideal.

"Get straight to the point."

Wang Yan calculated the time, it happened to be the Chinese New Year of the standard plane at this moment.

He looked at Ulquiorra with a half-smile: "I'm here to give you a gift."

"Gift?"

Ulquiorra's icy expression fluctuated slightly.

In the virtual circle, such a statement is not popular.

After all, the vast majority of virtual people who want to evolve their minds must carry out cannibalism and devour each other.

"No need for that."

He declined Wang Yan's kindness, and even put his hand on the blade on his waist.

Wang Yan raised his jaw slightly, his eyes were sullen, and his tone was unbearable: "My gift, you can't refuse."

After he finished speaking, he made a false point towards Ulquiorra.

Wang Yan's movements were not fast, and could even be considered slow.

Ulquiorra made a move to avoid dodging.

But all this is meaningless.

He found sadly that no matter how fast he was, the other person's index finger seemed to be locked on him forever.

Three inches...

two inches...

an inch...

An invisible force penetrated between his eyebrows.

Snapped!

The bone horn helmet on Ulquiorra's head shattered instantly!

The hole in his chest was quickly filled up.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

"what is this?"

Ulquiorra pressed his chest.

Inside, something is jumping.

Bang! Bang!

"soul?"

Ulquiorra was silent for a long time, barely recalling a term.

To be precise, it should be the heart.

It seems that Wang Yan not only gave him an organ, but also gave him all the emotions and six desires that human beings should have.

Complicated emotions surged in Ulquiorra's heart.

Greed, hatred, hatred, love and evil.

All positive and negative emotions are interwoven into an invisible web.

This web, Ulquiorra used to call "the mind."

Now, he is more like a human being, both in appearance and inward.

The fake face that belongs to the virtual has completely disappeared.

When Ulquiorra came back to his senses, he wanted to ask Wang Yan who was holy, but found that the other party had completely disappeared without a trace.

He put his hands in the pockets on the sides of his hakama and closed his eyes.

All the memories of the past are rolling and cramping in my mind, as if they will never subside.

When he was first born, he was a pure white phantom with only vision in his five senses, and was excluded because his appearance and habits were different from his own.

Some of those of the same kind were swallowed up by other virtuals, while others have survived to this day.

An emotion called "unhappy" appeared on Ulquiorra's face.

He felt that his mind was a little stagnant.

If you want to understand your thoughts, you must kill those guys who have bullied you.

...

Five hours and three minutes.

Ulquiorra achieved his purpose.

Those who had ridiculed, ostracized, and bullied him were all pulled out by him one by one and smashed to pieces.

After completing the revenge, in addition to being in a happy mood, there is also a sense of relief.

More desires and emotions surged out.

A blue-colored figure appeared in front of him.

Why should he be loyal to that Death God?

It seems that he can also ascend to the throne and become the master of the Void Night Palace.

He had never considered this possibility before.

The former Ulquiorra believed that the "mind" was an unnecessary existence.

It just makes people lose their minds and do something emotionally.

Now, he has changed his mind.

Desire is a good thing.

He could live a more meaningful life.

Power, status, power, fame!

To get these, Ulquiorra needs to plan and execute it step by step.

He pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword on his waist, and two existences that could be used as assistants appeared in his heart.

Ten-blade Grimmjord Ryalgo, Six-blade Grimmjow Jakajak.