Chapter 812 The Curtain of the Final Battle Slowly Opens (1)
"call……"
Aizen slowly walked out of the alley and exhaled deeply, as if he was letting out all the frustration that had been pent up in his heart for a long time.
He shook his body slightly and gently brushed off the dust on his clothes, and he immediately felt a lot more relaxed.
At this time,
Sakaski also walked out of the alley behind him. His face also showed a trace of ease and joy, his hands kept moving, and there were spots of blood on his black gloves.
"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
Aizen turned his head slightly and smiled softly at Sakaski.
Sakaski nodded and a smile appeared on his face, but he quickly returned to his serious expression.
Aizen turned his head, looked up at the blue sky, and said calmly: "You are always tense and put too much pressure on yourself."
"Some people and some things cannot be changed by your own strength."
After hearing this, Sakaski's breathing suddenly stopped for a moment. A gleam flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly lowered his head, lit a cigar, and said in a deep voice:
"But I just can't tolerate those dirty things..."
"I didn't say that about you."
Aizen glanced at him somewhat unhappily, with a hint of dissatisfaction and reproach in his tone.
"I mean you should be more cheerful and not have a stern face all the time. It's not good for your health!"
Aizen frowned and continued, "Just like just now, those two idiots actually dared to disgrace themselves in public. We could just burn them and scatter their ashes. Why are you still enduring?"
Speaking of which,
He turned around, spat at the alley behind him, and snorted, "We have been practicing for so many years, isn't it just for the sake of enlightenment?"
"These two guys really deserve to die. They haven't improved at all in all these years and they are still like this!"
Hearing these words,
Sakaski couldn't help coughing, but then the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
At this time,
A weak voice came from the alley.
"Ahem... You can't say that... Aizen..."
"It was this wretched monkey who provoked me first, so I just fought back..."
Dorag covered his nose with one hand and held on to the wall with the other, then staggered out of the alley slowly.
His clothes were in disarray, even stained with dust and dirt, and he looked extremely disheveled.
And Borsalino, who walked out of the alley behind him, looked even more miserable!
His eyes were swollen like a giant panda, and his clothes were dirty as if he had been through war.
The expression on his face was full of grievance and unwillingness, as if he had suffered some unfair treatment!
Borsalino clenched his teeth, stared at the back of Dorag's head, raised his right hand, and shouted in grievance: "I protest! Why are you hitting me so hard?"
"I saw it all. When you were fighting Doragg, it was Sakaski who punched him in the nose. But when it came to me, you two kept punching me in the face!"
Borsalino became more and more angry as he spoke, and his voice rose an octave involuntarily.
Hearing this,
Dorag turned around, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said sarcastically: "Tsk, who told you to have a face that deserves a beating!"
His words were like a sharp knife, deeply hurting Borsalino's heart.
"Drago the bastard!"
Borsalino immediately yelled in anger, then jerked his head and spat at Dorag, but the latter easily dodged the attack by leaning sideways.
"Rubbish!"
Dragon sneered disdainfully and quickly took two steps to Aizen's side, fearing that he would be entangled by Borsalino, the mad dog, again.
"Um……"
Borsalino's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, his fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound, and his eyes were filled with ferociousness as if he wanted to eat Dorag alive.
"You wait……"
Bang!
As these words fell,
A hand slapped Borsalino hard on the head, interrupting his threats.
“Are you done yet?”
Aizen looked at Borsalino coldly and clenched his right fist, making a crisp and loud sound of bones colliding.
Borsalino quickly restrained his expression when he saw this, and said with a wry smile: "How can it never end~"
As he spoke, he carefully reached out his hand and gently pressed down Aizen's fist, then pretended to be nonchalant and began to look around.
"Don't look at me. I am concerned about your two faces. I have dispersed all the people nearby."
Aizen sneered, then waved his hand and took Borsalino's head under his armpit.
"Cough cough cough..."
Borsalino felt as if his throat was tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and a feeling of suffocation instantly surged into his heart.
His hands began to struggle wildly, trying to break free from Aizen's restraints.
at this time,
Aizen lowered his head, narrowed his eyes, raised a creepy smile at the corner of his mouth, and said softly:
"Sakaski's attacks may vary in severity, but mine don't. I can heal you no matter how severe your injuries are, even if I have to break all your limbs..."
As soon as this word comes out,
Borsalino's body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted. His struggling movements suddenly became extremely stiff, and a bone-chilling chill enveloped him like a tide.
"Haha, so, if you do something shameful again and make me feel embarrassed..."
crunch~
Aizen's arms suddenly exerted force, tightly gripping Borsalino's neck like an iron clamp.
The latter's face turned purple in an instant, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
"I don't mind letting you experience what it feels like to be a useless person."
Aizen's tone was frighteningly calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.
Borsalino nodded desperately, his eyes full of pleading and humility, and one could tell at a glance his extremely strong desire to survive.
Seeing this scene, Dorag, who was standing by, couldn't help but shudder. He quickly lowered his head, trying to reduce his presence.
"Humph."
Aizen snorted, loosened his grip on Borsalino's arm, turned to Dragon and said, "You too, Dragon, I understand..."
"Understood!"
Dorag nodded heavily, standing straight with a very correct attitude.
Seeing that these two troublemakers had temporarily calmed down,
Aizen sighed slightly, kicked Borsalino beside him, and walked towards a barbecue restaurant opposite.
"I'll give you two 30 seconds to order the food for today's gathering before I get here, or I'll break one leg each."
“Don’t cry poor.”
"It's time to cry poor..."
The voice has not fallen,
Whoosh!Whoosh!
Two black shadows rushed out as fast as lightning, their speed was jaw-dropping!
