[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Matsushima Zero, did you run so fast when you saw me?" The soft and low voice was like a spider's thick and tough silk thread swaying from the shadow of the corridor under the dripping eaves, easily restraining the man's leaving footsteps.

The man's tall and straight back raised an indifferent peak after a short period of stiffness, and he turned his body halfway lazily and spread his hands: "It's the big boss who doesn't want to see my face. As a subordinate, of course, the upper body must be kind and considerate." People's will is the way of longevity. Does the big boss think so?"

"Fengyue leaves here, if the next thing accidentally drifts into your cute little ears, there will be no more than one star left in your little life~~~~"

"But, sir..."

There was an extremely gentle smile on the man's lips, and his clear and sharp voice suddenly became tender like water: "Hey, Fengyue has always been an obedient and good boy."

The invisible danger followed by the bone-chilling tenderness, triggering the purest and deepest fear in the depths of the soul. The beautiful face of Fengyue seemed to fade away all the blood color like a flower that was about to wither, and looked deeply at the figure of the man who had never turned back from the beginning to the end. , Biting his lower lip tightly.

"You will bite your lips when you are nervous, Fengyue." The dark background of the man's moist pupils suddenly lit up with a purple streamer, and the gentleness is like a whisper whispering in sympathy, "Then if those attractive lips are hurt and stained... Blood, your servant will cry bitterly."

At the end of the words, Fengyue bowed slightly, and quickly disappeared into the flowers and trees of the winding path with nine turns and ten turns.

"Has your way of persuading people to leave always been so special?" The tense voice from the shadows sounded again, with a faint smile.

"The big boss didn't do his business and came here late at night. He couldn't just find an annoying subordinate to have a long night chat by the fire."

"Okay... I don't want to go around these annoying circles, I ask you, Matsushima Zero, who are you?!"

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"Captain, don't you really want to go to that kind of place?" Rarely ignoring the ambiguous gazes of passing team members looking at his slender neck, the vice-captain Aizen suppressed the vague discomfort from his waist to keep up with his captain Did not slow down the pace.

Then, the Kansai accent coming from the flying blond hair made Vice Captain Aizan feel that the pain in his waist intensified instantly, and the convulsions became more varied.

"Of course I want to go. Since everyone has already come to the door, only a coward would avoid it." ——Captain Pingzi, do you know that you had sex with your vice-captain the night before? Tian turned around and said that he was going to the weathered area to find flowers and ask willows, but to find the number one oiran lady in the weathered area, what exactly does it mean! ! ! ! ! !Even if your attribute column has Queen Slag Gong written in black and white and cannot be denied, it would be too unscrupulous to do so, you can't choose a sunny and auspicious day to go quietly to a tryst, anyway The gods of death in the Jinglingting Court all know that you are staying in the team building honestly, and the sun must not come out from the east. The missing people who are always on duty are your normal on-duty status!

"But... Captain Hirako, the other party doesn't know..."

"Souyousuke." The long-lost Kansai accent suddenly sounded in a deep and indifferent manner with a stern vigilance, like a sword with a cold sharp edge, mercilessly cutting off the advice from the deputy captain. After the abrupt end, there was a long silence, Hirako The Kansai accent sounded calmly, "Meddling in other people's business can easily kill you."

The light brown eyes were covered by the sudden flash of light on the lens, making it difficult to distinguish the emotional expression of the vice-captain Aizen's low-pitched murmur with unusual tenderness: "... Will the captain kill me?"

"Of course." Without any hesitation, the answer blurted out from between the thin lips, with a decisive voice, "If Yousuke You touches something that you shouldn't touch, I will kill you and bet everything on me."

Yuori hunted and rolled out of the turbulent waves and went away, and the streamer of the long golden hair on the retina flashed away from the tall wall.Lan Ran slowly withdrew the palm that almost touched the snow-white sleeve for three seconds, and a playful smile appeared on her lips the moment she lowered her head.As expected of Captain Hirako, as expected of Captain Hirako who will be willful and reckless and will not be influenced by anyone or emotion, he can be so rational and ruthless... However, things that can be easily obtained are not worth chasing,... ...Captain Hirako, now that everything has started, we have a long enough time to enjoy this war.

Well, it’s also a pleasure to enjoy a delicious amuse-bouche before a fantastic meal, isn’t it?Aizen... SAMA.

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Pingzi walked into the courtyard built in the weathered area. Compared with the surrounding green tiles and red walls, it was extremely inconspicuous, and even a little decayed. There was a moment of astonishment in the moment of the man drinking tea.

Black and purple hair and eyes, clear and elegant facial features and face that are unforgettable at first sight, the over-carved delicacy that naturally exudes from palms and body to hair and eyelashes.

Although Hirako is not so far from claiming that he has read countless people to his dissolute and invisible former boss, there is one and only one man who can have this mixed breath of natural growth and man-made things.

Zero degree of Matsushima, many years ago, in a hut in the outskirts of the West [-]th District, died inexplicably in front of Pingzi, and even splashed blood on Pingzi's head and face.

Without talent but longing for strength and accepting transformation, that unique growth trajectory is one of the many traces left by immature acquired transformation.

And that youthful and immature face once soaked in blood and hatred, pain and contradictions, is now entangled in the hazy and steaming fragrance of tea, and the eyes staring at him are quiet and stable, as firm as the most unshakable moment of this time. However, the unique heaviness and lightness of time flow out of the rock in the most inadvertent flow of the eyes.

He stared at Pingzi with a gentle gaze that has faded away from the blood and hatred; he smiled at Pingzi with the peace and gentleness that made people feel like a dream in the clouds.

Pingzi walks through the deserted courtyard, stands on the porch and silently looks at the smiling man, eyes intertwined, probing gaze and steady gaze intertwined into an indescribably strange atmosphere.

After a long time, Pingzi relaxed his frowning brows, and the Kansai accent sounded slowly but without delay, word by word, with a calm and firm understanding: "You are not Matsushima Zero Degree."

The author has something to say:

Once again, I emphasize that Mr. is Zero, not Nakagawa or Wise, why I wrote it so clearly, and someone can make a mistake for me!