[Zongzhu Death] After I Was Released from Prison, I Decided to Break up First

"How to describe the past between the protagonist and Aizen?" "Well... Those who are good at playing will die in Liangchi, those who are good at shooting will die in the middle field, and those who are good at drama will die in the play." Text text↓ After a thousand years of bloody battles, Seireitei received a prophecy: The Three Realms are about to face a catastrophe, and a glimmer of hope depends on a god of death who has been in prison for more than ten years. Warden Kisuke Urahara interviewed the Grim Reaper. He never expected that his only request would be——! ! ! * As a good boy taught by the most gentle and tolerant King Vongola X of the Great Sky, Shimotori Ze felt that he would also become a gentle person. Although the will of the universe always wants him to turn black: "Your teacher is dead. You are one step later." "It doesn't matter... I will inherit the will of the tenth life!" "You died in the same period. The group was destroyed." "It doesn't matter... I have to hurry up and save my friend!" "Your friend died. In front of you." "It doesn't matter... I still have my dear..." "You're dead." "………………?" "He killed him, your dear did it." "... Break up." Seireitei: "Wait a minute, boy! It's about saving the world..." Shitori Ze (gritting his teeth and smiling): "Wait a moment... Wait for me to say goodbye first." This article is also known as "Everyone in Seireitei is a fan of Aizen and I, but we broke up" "The protagonist strives to maintain a gentle personality after falling out of love" "I spent seventeen years in prison just to break up with you" cp blue dye "Breaking up doesn't stop you from showing affection" Drama Gong x "Killing you doesn't mean I don't love you" Boss Suffers Comprehensive comics, team battles, unlimited streaming Currently: United with Death God Hueco Mundo to defend the homeland Later stage: Team up with the Shinigami and travel through all walks of life (Tutor, Fumino, Hunter, Hokage, Pirate) Intention: Fate repeatedly mocks, envying the mayfly from death to life, unwilling to let the darkness swallow up the light in the hand to extinguish the fire