如果這裡是深層的地底,大可不必讓我知道什麽是自由與孤獨

早上醒過來，發現kyo哥哥把3轉前得武功學了。。。我的娘。。。給江流合成了一件錢40，本來想用神鵰合的，可是用點卡計算怎麽算怎麽要2億，根本沒人要，所以還是收了個青龍鎧，完美了。這樣劍客的裝備就能混到3轉了。這周晚上6點-8點沖級。加油~

我本來不太喜歡上去這個假F1，但是也沒什麽其他玩的東西了，就和kyo上去了。其實這個東西的本質就是cueb的“嘣嘣”。。。。手都麻了。一直很顛簸。6圈好像。速度一般，有3個彎道轉彎的時候完全不減速，倒是很爽了一把。

門口的韓國 ice C  著實氣人，我要綠茶口味的，他說沒有，我問有什麽，他說除了綠茶口味的都有。。。。。。。。。

      除了可以看见灵以外，只是个普通高中生的15岁少年黑崎一护

　　因和一位少女的邂逅、命运发生了巨大转变

　　为了追击被称为『虚』的恶灵而突然出现在一护面前的自称是死神的少女—朽木露琪亚毫不留情地攻击以吃掉灵力很高的一护的为目的的『虚』。

　　为了救一护的露琪亚深受重伤而无法镇压恶灵。最后出于无奈决定把死神的能力分给一护…

　　就这样，成为死神的一护和失去死神能力的露琪亚开始了新的战斗

■ 魂魄
也就是灵魂，分为魂魄 即是被称为「整」的通常灵 和被称为「虚」的恶灵两类

■ 死神的工作
“魂葬”即是把被称为「整」的通常灵引导进尸魂界，令无差别袭击活人.死人吃她们魂的被称为「虚」恶灵生华，灭却。

■ 斩魂刀
由死神的灵力制作出来的刀。刀的大小对应灵力的强弱变化

■ 死霸装
死神的衣服。

■ 义骸
给与死神的在人间界暂时使用的假的肉体

■ 记忆置换
死神用来控制人类记忆的道具

■ 鬼道
只有死神能使用的咒术
有封印敌人动作的「缚道」 攻击用的「破道」之类的招数

       Oh, little prince! Bit by bit I came to understand the secrets of your only entertainment in the quiet pleasure of looking at the sunset. I learned that new detail on the morning of the fourth day, when you said to me:

　　"I am very fond of sunsets. Come, let us go look at a sunset now."

　　"But we must wait," I said.

　　"Wait? For what?"

　　"For the sunset. We must wait until it is time."

　　At first you seemed to be very much surprised. And then you laughed to yourself. You said to me:

　　"I am always thinking that I am at home!"

　　Just so. Everybody knows that when it is noon in the United States the sun is setting over France.

　　If you could fly to France in one minute, you could go straight into the sunset, right from noon. Unfortunately, France is too far away for that. But on your tiny planet, my little price, all you need do is move your chair a few steps. You can see the day end and the twilight falling whenever you like…

　　"One day," you said to me, "I saw the sunset forty-four times!"

　　And a little later you added:

　　"You know—one loves the sunset, when one is so sad…"

　　"Were you so sad, then?" I asked, "on the day of the forty-four sunset?"

　　But the little prince made no reply.

　　On the fifth day—again, as always, it was thanks to the sheep—the secret of the little prince's life was revealed to me. Abruptly, without anything to lead up to it, and as if the question had been born of long and silent meditation on his problem, he demanded:

　　"A sheep—if it eats little bushes, does it eat flowers, too?"

　　"A sheep," I answered, "eats anything it finds in its reach."

　　"Even flowers that have thorns?"

　　"Yes, even flowers that have thorns."

　　"Then the thorns—what use are they?"

　　I did not know. At that moment I was very busy trying to unscrew a bolt that had got stuck in my engine. I was very much worried, for it was becoming clear to me that the breakdown of my plane was extremely serious. And I had so little drinking-water left that I had to fear for the worst.

　　"The thorns—what use are they?"

　　The little prince never let go of a question, once he had asked it. As for me, I was upset over that bolt. And I answered with the first thing that came into my head:

　　"The thorns are of no use at all. Flowers have thorns just for spite."

　　"Oh!"

　　There was a moment of complete silence. Then the little prince flashed back at me, with a kind of resentfulness:

　　"I don't believe you! Flowers are weak creature. They are native. They reassure themselves at best they can. They believe that their thorns are terrible weapons…"

　　I did not answer. At that instant I was saying to myself: "If this bolt still won't turn, I am going to knock it out with the hammer." Again the little price disturbed my thoughts.

　　"And you actually believe that the flowers—"

　　"Oh, no!" I cried. "No, no, no! I don't believe anything. I answered you the first thing that came into my head. Don't you see—I am very busy with matters of consequence!"

　　He stared at me, thunderstruck.

　　"Matters of consequence!"

　　He looked at me there, with my hammer in my hand, my fingers black with engine-grease, bending over an object which seemed to him extremely ugly…

　　"You talk just like the grown-ups!"

　　That made me a little ashamed. But he went on, relentlessly:

　　"You mix everything up together…You confuse everything…"

　　He was really very angry. He tossed his golden curls in the breeze.

　　The little prince was now white with rage.

　　"The flowers have been growing thorns for millions of years. For millions of years the sheep have been eating them just the same. And is it not a matter of consequence to try to understand why the flowers go to so much trouble to grow thorns which are never of any use to them? Is the warfare between the sheep and the flowers not important? And if I know—I, myself—one flower which is unique in the world, which grows nowhere but on my planet, but which one little sheep can destroy in a single bite some morning, without even noticing what he is doing—Oh! You think that is not important!"

　　His face turned from white to red as he continued:

　　"If some one loves a flower, of which just one single blossom grows in all the millions and millions of stars. He can say to himself, 'Somewhere, my flower is there…' But if the sheep eats the flower, in one moment all his stars will be darkened…And you think that is not important!"

　　He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing.

　　The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted, I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him:

　　"The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will—"

　　I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more.

　　It is such a secret place, the land of tears.