[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

This winter's Jingling Court seems to have been cast by the gods to freeze the magic of time. Whether it is the yellow leaves swaying in the wind, the moist water vapor in the bleak breeze, or the still winding, clear and gurgling stream, they all seem to be staying in the Autumn is strong, winter is not coming, it is a gorgeous and leisurely time.It exudes a kind of strange aesthetic feeling that the four seasons are reversed, the time is reversed, abnormal and strange.

"The building is about to fall, and the storm is about to fall. Isn't it just such a decadent and desolate beauty? What do you think? The great sage of Fuchuan." Under the long corridor, the man with long hair hanging down his waist and clothes in the wind retracted his gaze. The palm with the shady eaves catching the sun, looking back and smiling, is shining brilliantly.

The people and the scenery are picturesque, and the years are quiet and beautiful, but it is a pity that the words spoken will always be in strict inverse proportion to the beautiful scenery.

Hideaki Fukawa carefully put down the "History of the Hirako Clan" in his hand, and closed the title page with care.This book was edited and compiled by Hirako Rongguang 200 years ago. The autobiographical family history published with the annotations of the original Zhibifang includes four parts——Pirako, Fukawa, Hikoi, and Tataro. The members of the Pingzi family withered and only Pingzi was left, and only the Fuchuan family was still thriving.Therefore, the number of publications in this set of books is very small, and private acquisition requires a very hidden and special channel. It is even rarer to be passed down to this day, but there is no doubt that it is very important for Chiai history, especially the early history of Jinglingting For researchers, it is a well-deserved priceless treasure.

As far as Hideaki Fukawa knew, apart from the fact that he belonged to one of the four major families, he had been visited more than once by Yuan Zhibifang and Hirako Rongguang to collect materials, so he got a set when the book was written. The only person in the world who is most likely to have this set of unorthodox books is Mikami, the history tutor who can dismiss Pingzi's dream meeting Duke Zhou in just three sentences.

Shaking his head to get rid of the solemn, boring and unappetizing old chrysanthemum face in his head,——During the days when he was studying in Maou in order to enter the Gotei [-]th Division, Mr. Mikami was not just ignorant It's just Captain Hirako's nightmare—Hideaki Fukawa deeply felt that even the man in the corridor might be qualified to be one of the nightmares, but he still had a pleasing face.

"I'm curious about one thing." Hideaki Fukawa didn't hide the essence of his face control, and scanned Matsushima Zero Degree's photo with burning eyes, which was definitely far above the standard. With a face that can still easily rank among the top three in the beauty concentration camp, the voice is unconsciously sweet and smooth, "You always seem to feel that the world is running out of time."

The man under the corridor let out a clear exclamation, and the expression on his face was blurred because it was completely buried in the shadows: "Maybe it's just because my lifespan is short that I feel so emotional, the eyes of the dying man The world is naturally crumbling and ruined, and everything is mortal, otherwise wouldn't you feel lonely?"

"I'm having a hard time, so I curse the whole world to be unlucky with me." Hideaki Fukawa laughed dumbly, "I don't know whether to praise your frankness or your selfishness."

Zero Degree of Matsushima in the corridor curled his mouth when he heard the words, turned back and stepped into the room, bent down and untied the belt on Hideaki Fukakawa's chest with ease, carefully took off the thin clothes, and stretched out his chest Old and hideous wounds.At this time, a thumb-thick, long-sounding needle with an astonishing length is inching deep into the wrinkled skin at a steep 45-degree angle, leaving only a section of knuckle length reflecting The sun is shining brightly.

The fingertips represent the healing silver-blue aura flickering, and Matsushima zero degree raised his head and gave an elegant and calm smile: "Selfishness is just human nature, and there is nothing to make a fuss about." After the words fell, he pulled out Hideaki Sukawa without hesitation. The long needle on the chest and the bottomless bright red wound shuddered and squirmed in the sudden severe pain, but it was strange that not even a drop of blood flowed out.

The flickering fingertips of Healing Onido were crushed by the trend, even Hideaki Fukawa, who had long been accustomed to this kind of severe pain—two months ago, there were not one silver needles on Hideaki Fukawa’s body, but 36—— It was also when the wound was completely healed under the comfort of Reiatsu that he finally had the energy to speak: "This is the last one... so the treatment is over?" Because the severe pain is unavoidable, the dull and hoarse voice is extraordinarily soft and weak, and also extraordinarily ecstasy Bone erosion hook soul.

It's a pity that the man in front of Hideaki Fukawa was a man who was kind, but never intended to use this kind of special performance on him. Zero Degree Matsushima naturally raised the finger that was pressing on Hideaki Fukawa's chest, gently Pinning a loose strand of red hair behind his ear, he said with a businesslike smile, "Please rest for a while, and you will be able to test the results of the treatment soon, Great Sage Fuchuan."

In fact, there is no need for Matsushima Zero to remind, Hideaki Fukawa has already felt the subtle but irreversible changes inside the body, the powerful restlessness of the exhausted spiritual pressure source, and the overflowing spiritual power like water soaked the limp and limp limbs. The skeletal, the spiritual pressure continued to increase, the power returned again, and the joy of escaping from the dead was not enough to describe the ecstasy of this moment.

That is his power, like a half body, like breathing, like an instinct that belongs to him. He once watched them decline day by day, but he was unable to restore them, but now they are on their way back again, returning again.There is nothing more exhilarating than regaining something lost, especially when Hideaki Sukawa pressed the handle of the Zanpakuto with his palm again, and at the moment when he no longer responded to the clear and joyful call from his Thousand Eyes after a long silence, Suzukawa Chuan Yingming couldn't help but suddenly pulled out the long knife on his knee, the light of the knife cut through the faint fragrance floating leisurely in the distance, and mercilessly cut at Matsushima's slender neck that was completely defenseless!

what--

The heart that was beating to the extreme felt a terrible pain that seemed to be torn apart. The sudden pain even broke through Hideaki Fukagawa's good self-control, turning the trembling air in the vocal cords into a blurted scream.At the same time, the trembling wrist could no longer maintain the perfect trajectory of Zanpakutana's slashing, and it stopped abruptly a second before the short-haired blade was about to kiss the slender and fragile neck, and then fell to the ground with the palm holding the knife .

"The wonderful performance is like a bird that soars into the sky and then breaks its wings and falls. It is regrettable but touching, full of the tragic beauty of burning jade and stone." Matsushima Zero Mian, who was about to meet Lingwang a second ago Without changing his face, he smiled indifferently, as if all the thrilling life-and-death frontlines that happened in front of him were just an interesting and interesting drama, "You don't naively think that I will be completely unprepared to avenge your kindness, do you?"

The sharp pain of tearing in the chest gradually eased, but there was another kind of fiery pain like a burning fire, which slowly devoured the perception of all the nerve endings, and at the same time, it continued to devour the remnants of Hideaki Sukawa. mobility.

"This is the way of ghosts..." Hideaki Fukawa used repeated deep breaths to relieve the severe pain in his chest, and at the same time maintained a calm mind. His voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear the sweet and silky voice of the past, and he tried his best to say every word. Suddenly squeezed out, "...Once...started, started...impossible...for too long..."

"Oh, do you still have the energy to speak in such inhuman pain? I'm sorry, but I underestimated your firm will." Matsushima Zero Degree's voice was clear and sharp, and he spoke at a moderate speed , the tail sound that is neither long nor short will gently converge to a small rise between the pauses between sentences. Hideaki Fukawa has thought more than once that if Zero Matsushima is willing to slow down the speaking speed a little bit, it will be clearer. The watery voice is lowered, and with the smooth ending that makes his words always have a musical smile, it will definitely be devilishly seductive, but when he really uses this devilish sweet and frivolous tone When he opened his mouth to speak, Hideaki Fukawa realized that compared with the ambiguous stimulation of passion|desire, what this tone of voice could evoke was the deep-seated fear, "That's right, this kind of explosive ghost way really can't Lasting, but the time it buys is more than enough for me."

"You can't get out... Even if you take me as a hostage, you can't get out of the gate of this other industry... Once I get out of control..."

"You don't need to wait until then, I will kill you before the effect of the ghost path ends. I should pray that it is you, not me, who can last longer in pain." Matsushima completely ignored the threat of Hideaki Sukawa Ling Du showed an impeccable and perfect smile across the "History of the Pingzi Clan" in his hand, "What's more, you may not believe it, but you will never want to see me stepping on the blood and corpses of your subordinates to kill me one by one. .”

"How could you..."

"Yeah, how could I have that kind of strength? After all, I don't even have Zanpakuto. Without your research, I don't even have Reiatsu. It's like a waste experiment~~~~" Zero Degree Matsushima leisurely took over Hideaki Fukawa, who was almost slumped on the tatami under the continuous severe pain, and a dark purple streamer flashed across his deep eyes, "Just treat me as a false threat. "

"It's just..." Matsushima Zero sighed softly, rolled up the book in his hand and tapped it gently on his palm, "I hope the kid who came to pick me up is punctual enough, otherwise I have to kill you, and then use you The blood of my subordinates proves whether I am intimidating... Oh, it really means Cao Cao Cao Cao is coming, she is coming."

As the voice fell, a black lightning suddenly tore apart the space behind Songdao Zero Degrees right along the undetectable fragility of the space, and a section of white jade-like arm and onion-cut paiyu slowly protruded from the gradually opening crack. With slender fingers, the crack continued to expand. When the gap widened enough for a person to walk through it calmly, he thought that a beautiful woman with silver-white hair and ice-blue eyes appeared in Hideaki Fukawa's place. In view.

"Sir." The beauty slightly bent her slender waist, "it took some time to confirm your location, please forgive Fengyue for being late."

The subtle arc of Matsushima's zero-degree lips finally expanded into an elegant and calm smile: "No, you came at the right time, Fengyue." After speaking, he stood up and stopped before stepping into the black gap , looking back at Fuchuan Hideaki who was slowly getting up straight from the tatami, "Then, let's say goodbye to the great sage Fuchuan. As the saying goes, there will be a farewell after sending you off for thousands of miles. From now on, you and I will be in the same place. "

Volume [-] Past, Present, and the Connected Future