[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Because Hirako ended the meal ahead of time, and successfully molested the beautiful maid in the izakaya with incongruous words and deeds, filling the other party's SEED slot, which directly caused the other party to transform into a horse monkey shochu, ah, no, it is a female tyrannosaurus to enlarge the move, carrying two The man in Jingling Court, who was considered to be a respectable man, kicked his ass and swept out the door alone.

"Ouch~~~" The blond man with half-rimmed eyes supported his old waist that seemed to have been flashed, and slowly got up from the dusty ground, "Urahara hi help you idiot, you don't bring money when you go out to eat , I will settle the debt with you for causing me to eat the overlord's meal together and get punched."

Kicking out the door at the first, and before he could react, the boy Urahara, who had a waist-length blond haired extraterrestrial human flesh cushion, rubbed his painful ribs from being hit by Hirako's skin-covered bone frame. Opening his lips, unfortunately, the corner of his mouth that was injured in the violent wind and rain was involved, and the helpless smile in the plan immediately turned into a tangled and twisted grin with dislocated facial features: "Hiss——it is obviously Senior Pingzi who said that he wants to treat... how can I Will you remember to bring money out? Alas, stop it, stop it, Senior Pingzi...the ribs are really going to be broken!"

"Does it look like I'm walking around with a purse?" I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the blond captain punched Urahara boy's soft and fragile stomach, which lacked rib protection, and hit the opponent's internal organs with his fist. The six viscera are overwhelmed, the two eyes are full of gold stars, and the small chin that hits the opponent's thin and narrow neck is propped up. When the head is raised and the face is raised, the Kansai accent is so straightforward that it turns black and white and swallows mountains and rivers. It shows its skills to the MAX How sharp can the backlash be. ——Hey, the pre-technique of this skill is definitely a shameless thing that surpasses the corner of the city wall and adds eight bricks, and then the quantitative change triggers the qualitative change to evolve and break through the sky. ==|||

The shameless captain of the [-]th team continued to toss Urahara boy's small waist with all the weight of an adult man carelessly, tossing very happily, holding the loose dead bully suit under his hand with one hand, his hard joints resisting the agitation The Adam's apple stuck in the throat and blocked the trachea, so that the future profiteer's face is like gold paper, his breath is like a gossamer, and his breath is dying, as if the next second, he will let go of the world with his nose crooked, his eyes slanted and his mouth foaming, and he will be put on his thin and narrow shoulders again On the face, the wet and warm breath lingering on the side of the neck and cheeks is transmitted along the pinna, ear canal and eardrum to the cranial cavity, but the Kansai accent is unprecedentedly serious: "Xiao Xisuke, your subordinates are really getting more and more unruly. Even you, the corner of the third seat, dare to listen."

"Senior Hirako, what do you want to do?" Hirako put the collar in a different way, and although he was not suffocated, the Urahara boy who was dazzled by staring eyes and dizzy struggled to let out a sensible moan.

boom--

The boy Urahara, whose lucky value is habitually zeroed when he meets the fifth captain, was directly slapped by the blond captain on the dusty avenue of Liuhun Street. His clothes are still disheveled and his hair is messy. A painter from a certain district, who received a mountain seal pen, Shenghua, painted the eclectic scene under the wonderful brush, sitting on the hip bones of the young Urahara in an indecent way, stretched out his hands and neatly tore off the worn-out dead bully costume, which was in vain, and grinned to the ear With an exaggerated smile and Huang Chen who covered the sky with flying blond hair, Kansai dialect squeezed out every word ferociously from between his teeth: "I will be you now."

After the words fell, under the eaves, on the side of the road, in the grass, and among the bushes, several black shadows sprang out, and rushed towards the two entangled figures on the bustling thoroughfare, trying to save their family. There are three seats of chastity that are at stake.

The next moment, the muffled sound of limbs touching and bodies colliding was accompanied by an ecstasy of weakness spreading in the billowing smoke and dust, and the moment the dust settled was reflected on the retinas of all the onlookers who didn't know the truth The only one is a tall tower that is [-]% made of the flesh and blood of the "Master Reaper", as the residents of Liuhun Street call it.And our youth Urahara, who is full of vitality and boundless life, has once again proved the weak nature of being soft and easy to overthrow with iron-like facts. He was submerged in layers of corpses without any suspense, and only one survived. The troubled left hand stretched out to the sky feebly, and the wind was so chaotic that it was terribly messy.

"Yeah, yeah, is this self-inflicted? Xiao Xisuke." His left hand dragged a black brick that was tightly wrapped from the beginning to the end, and the fifth division captain looked into the distance with his free right hand resting on his forehead. Xianliang said quietly, "Tsk tsk, I just want to use some ingenious methods to distinguish my own people. What's the matter with the visual sense of the carnival scene of this hybrid party?"

"%*&&**..." The trembling of the powerless left hand was even more messy in the wind, accompanied by a large paragraph of Martian language of unknown meaning.

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"Take this guy back and investigate carefully." Pingzi casually handed the black-skinned "dead pig" in his hand to the member of the secret mobile unit who got up contentedly from his boss, and waved his hand casually, as if trying to drive away mosquitoes. The idle posture summoned the mosquito coils in the eyes to turn around, and Sanji Urahara, who COS humanoid floor tiles in the middle of the road, said, "Hey, the guy over there, don't pretend to be dead."

After the words fell, the young man who lost his footing in the middle of the road jumped up like a carp, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and flatteringly approached the corner of Queen Pingzi's mouth, and said with a flattering smile, "What do you want, Senior Pingzi?"

Pingzi looked at the innocent young man who had the shameless demeanor of an unscrupulous profiteer wearing a green hat a hundred years later, his slender eyebrows trembled uncontrollably: "If the clue is broken, remember to tell me the details."

"Huh?" Kisuke Urahara uttered a silly monotone in a daze, and said in an unintelligible tone, "Senior Hirako, are you so sure that we will get nothing?"

"No way." Pingzi spread his hands casually, shrugged his shoulders, and lowered the corners of his mouth, "Who let me know that the suspects who would do such perverted and boring things are all geckos?"

"Hey? Don't change the subject! I should have questioned you today, not you to interrogate me, right? Xiao Xizhu."

"Ahahahaha..." After the classic profiteer's perfunctory smirk, the right hand that put all the yellow hair on the head into the building material of the human bird's nest began to cover the tall nose bridge, "Oh, oh, should it be like this?"

"Xiao Xisuke, are you really ready?" Without any warning, the word without beginning and end was spoken in a very deep and very serious Kansai accent, and the words seemed solemn and solemn.

"Oh, I have a lot of things to prepare for recently. I don't know which one Mr. Hirako is referring to?" Naihe's question was about being trained by the Cat Demon Queen. It is because of the training that the thick-skinned Urahara boy has evolved from a shy and innocent boy who was ignorant of the world to a hob meat in the shell of a pure boy who has experienced countless battles and is invulnerable. There is no trace of an antelope hanging horns.

On behalf of Yuezu, who drove all the escorting Jinyiwei back to the base camp, the blond captain slightly tilted his head when he heard the words, and his thin lips were hooked behind the fluttering blond hair. It was a Kansai dialect with a deep meaning in his chest, a smile that was not a smile. Neither slow nor slow, neither serious nor serious, walked on the bustling street, and the ending sound rose into a determined and calm way of knowingly asking: "Oh, so you really don't know."