[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

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Silver lightning flashes from the back of the head, and the golden hair runs through the hard skull, blooming into silver-white flowers on the smooth and flat forehead. Behind the mysterious and complicated silver patterns, the murderous aura ready to emerge from the light gray pupils is like the rapid vaporization of spring snow in the scorching sun. Evaporate, showing the true posture of crystal clear and spotless.

"........ Soyousuke..." The tip of the knife, which was advancing by leaps and bounds, finally reined in the precipice just a second before it touched the heart. The blood seems to be forever shrewd and sharp like a falcon's sharp gray eyes gradually enlarged in the center, and finally spread into a void of nothingness.

"Captain Pingzi!" Aizen took a sudden step forward, catching Pingzi's body that was unable to fall, and formed a golden curtain through the trajectory of flying blond hair, gazing at the figure that appeared in the thickest shadows on the edge of the ancient execution ground .

Click, there was a crisp and elastic collision of the metal machine, and the facial features of the man who slowly walked out of the shadows were hidden between the raised collar of the snow-white coat, and layers of snow-white hair rolled behind him with calm and elegant steps as if dancing. The moment the waves and mottled sunlight poured on his shoulders and cheeks through the dense branches and leaves, the crystal flakes inlaid in the sterling silver frame on the bridge of the nose and the well-maintained metal machinery on the shoulders shone with a dangerous and deadly cold light. ——If the boss has the ability to foresee the future, he will definitely recognize that the mechanical product with a strange tubular front end and a smooth and exquisite grip on the man's shoulder is the end of the era of cold weapons where swords, guns, swords and halberds dominate It's a gunpowder, and it's a gunpowder bullet that has abandoned the filling step and uses gunpowder bullets.

The man turned his head slightly, and stretched out another long and slender hand wrapped in white silk to gently caress the cold metal on his shoulder. , the sapphire blue eyes of despair, the cold and merciless iris rippled softly, and the lightly pursed thin lips slowly rose into a restrained and elegant smile: "I hit the red heart, it seems that my accuracy rate is not due to lack of practice. And it has declined.”

The next moment, the man bent his elbow lightly, and the palm touching the gun barrel gently covered the beating heart in his chest, and bowed slightly to salute: "Greetings from Jiushu, long time no see, Aizen-kun."

"If my memory is correct. The last time we met in Mao was not more than 72 hours old, Mr. Nakagawa." The wound on his chest almost reaching his heart was still bleeding continuously, and Aizen raised his unavoidable pale face Calmly staring at the black-haired man holding a strange weapon in front of him, even his words, deeds and etiquette are quite different from the past.

"Oh? So in your consciousness, do you think that you have left the world of corpses and souls for less than three days?" Nakagawa Ichiro took the cockroaches on his shoulders into his arms, and the mentor Maou was even better than the captain Haori Its generous size makes it easy to hide this deadly little machine out of sight.

The dark pupil in the center of the light brown eyes of Lanran suddenly shrank into a sharp point behind the lens, and whispered: "Could it be..."

"That's right, exactly what Aizen-kun thought. You have been missing for two full months since Jinglingting found out that you were missing. Didn't you realize that it's spring now?" Ichiro Nakagawa flipped the upright Collar, pull out the golden ribbon from Dahui's inner pocket and hang it on the collar button, "The operation that teleports you into the virtual circle disturbs not only the space."

Aizen's fingers subconsciously inserted into the thick blond hair.What came from the fingertips was the warm touch of the scalp and the unique cold silkiness of the hair: "What's the matter with Captain Pingzi?"

"It's just an unexpected old injury." Nakagawa Ichiro said vaguely, and turned to care about the bleeding wound on Aizen's chest, "The wound that was stabbed should be cleared as soon as possible. , It would be better to stop the bleeding, if you leave it alone, you can only cut off the eroded part and start treatment."

"Mr. Zhongchuan, Mr. Zhongchuan!" A familiar call came from afar, "I feel a strange spiritual pressure movement, are you alright?"

At the moment when Aizen had no time to choose between rejection or consent, Nakagawa Ichiro approached him and put down his palm on Aizen's chest, and turned his head when the last trace of strangely colored dark green aura dissipated. He smiled flawlessly at the members of the hidden mobile unit that appeared on the canopy: "Of course there is an event, and it's still a big event. We can return with a full reward, Kisuke."

"Ah——Deputy Captain Aizen, you're injured!" Urahara Kisuke, who turned over from the treetops, touched the soft ground covered with fallen leaves at the moment, very disappointed Under Lan Ran's vice-captain's death-basket posing, he put his chin down and put his butt up in the sky. See Dali.In a piece of fallen yellow leaves, he and the two black holes eyed each other and looked at each other affectionately.

"It's so strange..." The courage of the scientific inventor with the No. 1 IQ in the Death God world and the lack of common sense of normal intelligent creatures are indeed the same as the number one BT scientist in the soul world who doesn't know who is locked in that corner and wholesales mass-produced bombs to incite prison escape. On the same level, the first reaction to seeing a snow-white skull with rounded arcs and deep eye holes is not to blow up the hair all over the body, but to jump backwards with a whole body fat, and to challenge the upper limit of hearing of the god of death by the way. The scream of killing a chicken and wiping its neck, but stretched out a long and thin palm to insert into the empty eye hole, dug out the yellow and white skeleton that had been dead and decayed for an unknown number of years, and held it in front of his chest. Looking around, remembering that there is still such a thing as looking around in the world, "Hey...here...is it an ancient execution ground? Oops~~~Mr. Zhongchuan, why did you hit me?"

Slowly retracting the fist that was pounding Urahara Kisuke's head, the gentle and elegant Mao's exquisite and beautiful silver-rimmed glasses were shining unscrupulously with a cold glare in the pouring sunlight, and the corners of the gentle and upturned lips were bent into a more charming shape, even The voice maintained the signature calm, calm and calm: "Are you an idiot? Kisuke. I thought that as a member of the stealth mobile unit who is always vigilant about the surrounding environment, you should have noticed those dead bones long ago."

"Ha, I'm sorry, Mr. Nakagawa. Oops~~~~" Urahara youth who was about to cry while clutching his forehead and hugging the skeleton showed an even more angry and overwhelmed bewildered expression on his tender and tender face.

Ichiro Nakagawa straightened his slender middle finger and crooked thumb, and straightened his meticulous collar: "Instead of wasting time apologizing to me for such a useless thing, it's better to find a way to treat the wound for vice-captain Aizen, Urahara Rokushi .”

"Oh, oh, Ichiro is bullying Xiaoxisuke again." The gentle, gentle yet hearty laughter of a woman came suddenly, and the next moment, the snow-colored waves that were hunting in the wind covered the sky and covered everyone's sight, from After the slowly falling feathers gradually revealed a beautiful, dignified and gorgeous face, absolutely worthy of the word "beauty", "If you don't feel satisfied, I can make the decision on behalf of the little princess of the Sifengyuan family. Xiao Xizhu lends it to you slowly—tune|teach.”

"Captain Hikifune!..." The unlucky boy Urahara, who had been sold out countless times, said that life would be worse than death.

Ichiro Nakagawa's eyebrows twitched slightly, and the arc that had obviously exceeded the upper limit of gentleness and elegance slowly fell back to a familiar angle. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the sighing Urahara boy by the back collar, stepped out quickly, and quickly walked away. Go, the waves of the white big tail perfectly melted into the intertwined shadows in the depths of the dense forest.

All that remained was a series of unprepared screams from the boy Urahara, and the white skull that was almost tumbling and falling on the soft fallen leaves with a curling ending.

The feathered hem dotted with black diamond-shaped squares lightly swept over the rounded arc of the top of the skull that rolled down at the feet, and the female captain with purple hair and purple pupils evoked a bright and almost aggressive smile: "Please forget about this, forever Remain silent until the last moment of your life, Vice Captain Aizen.—Especially in front of Mako."

Lan Ran lowered her head and stared at the bright red wound on her chest that had stopped bleeding, her slightly disheveled bangs perfectly covered the light brown eyes behind the lens with eternal tenderness, the fleeting shooting star, and her deep and mellow voice Quickly slipped from the curved thin lips: "Captain Hikifune, are you joking? I have nothing to hide from Captain Hirako, because everything has never happened."

The snow-white feathers rose and fell, and Aizen finally saw the true face of the "strange" skull at the edge of the intertwined light and shadow. The mottled scorched yellow eroded by time and the pale color of the bones were impressively intertwined. The color that shouldn't appear on human bones is a kind of dark blue that is faintly visible but beautiful and charming. On the edge of the empty and deep black hole of the skeleton, the glamorous and enchanting figure of Bian Huaye is floated.