[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

How much did he know already?

Brushing the yellowed and brittle paper with fingertips, the light-colored boy opened his pupils with the same light color. The handsome face of the man gradually departed from the delicacy of the past. More and more, he revealed a kind of deep and steady that Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi kept secret.

Of the 140 eight children who disappeared at that time, only two survived, and only Senior Pingzi survived the transformation... Breaking the growth limit of the soul of the god of death... Only Senior Pingzi survived. Due to the incomplete transformation received, senior Hirako's slow spiritual pressure growth made it impossible for him to improve by leaps and bounds no matter how hard and harsh the training was. God of death, the ever-advancing Hirako-senpai will only get stronger and stronger until he leaves behind all the strong men who once walked side by side...

Then, why Yuanzhibifang's research direction is to restore the state of senior Hirako, and even the treatment method adopted by Captain Yizhou tends to restrain rather than guide?What are they afraid of?What did they realize that they would rather stop than go over the thunder?

For the first time, the young man who seemed to be limp and completely uninitiated actually made up his mind to do it. The boy who couldn't bring back nine cows and a Sifengyuan cat demon seriously thought about it. The seniors clearly have a once-for-all solution, but they would rather The reason for working hard on the roundabout way of strengthening the strength of the soul, which is a palliative, not a permanent solution.But why did you stay here again... Kisuke Urahara smiled wryly as he looked at the handwriting in his hand that belonged to a long-dead ex-[-]th division captain, Duanxiu. In the Yunting Jingling Court, few people practice the thin golden body.

The light-colored irises were gradually dyed into deep darkness by the rich ink color, as if some irreversible major decision had been made, Kisuke Urahara gently closed the Pandora's Box with a light brown leather cover in front of him, The years that have settled among the fine fibers are brought close to the tongues of flames, and burned.

In my mind, the handwriting of Zou Youlong written with iron painting and silver hook pen is deeply engraved in my heart.

As long as we have enough spiritual power, breaking the limit of soul strength is easy, but this result is meaningless to us.It's as if the cracked glass bottle has completely lost its function as a container. This may be the reason why the children of the nobles were targeted after the Shinigami of the Goutei [-]th Division disappeared consecutively.Because young children who are still in their youthful growth stage have much higher resistance and adaptability to this kind of fundamental change involving the spirit body than adult spirit bodies.However, the unreasonable changes of the spirit body still only brought one after another young, crumbling, decomposed, and mutated corpses for my investigation.I can't describe the feeling when I saw those corpses, the kind of Reiatsu that can no longer be called the God of Death, let alone the Hollow and Quincy Master or any existence we know, is simply like the wreckage of a monster.This can't help but make me more and more worried about Mako's situation. He has been missing for half a year. Although I am still lucky enough to not find his body so far, this may be showing the greatest misfortune for that child. A monster that is not human, not god, not fictional... Maybe I should start planning for this sad result as soon as possible. In any case, I must never let Mako look like a bird waiting to be dissected under the cold laboratory and ubiquitous monitors. Like a mouse, even to die, it must be soaked in pungent formalin!

He went out again today, and he doesn't know when he will be back.When he comes back, we must listen to his opinion.There is always a way, when did he let you down?Know the other side.

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Just before the boy Urahara, who was frightened by the unreliable blond captain of the Fifth Division, was entangled in the multiple-choice question that he might be doomed if he took a step further, and if he took a step back, he would definitely open up the sea and the sky. , in the captain's dormitory of the Fifth Division, the writer of the Urahara boy was also holding a yellowed and browned hardcover leather diary, his eyes were straight and his thoughts were flying.

Fragmented fragments flowed through the depths of the empty pupil frame by frame, blurred for a long time, as if flowing out of a plastic disc riddled with holes, the sound resounded in the depths of the cranial cavity on its own initiative without being transmitted through the auditory nerve .The white and slender fingers swiftly and lightly slid across the smooth paper, like the sound of insects crawling across the leaves, surrounded by cold and thin light gray. The deep pupils suddenly shrank into a pinpoint point, and then wrapped in the large captain's haori The slender body underneath suddenly stiffened and relaxed in an instant.There seemed to be invisible strings in the air that broke without warning, followed by Pingzi's precarious body collapsing in front of him.

The smooth skin was not wet with sticky sweat, the breathing rate was still maintained at the slowness and longness that a captain-level god of death should have, and every nerve was faithfully reflecting every nerve connected to the [-] bones. Every single muscle fiber is full of deadly violent power, but at this moment, Hirako lying on the tatami mat only feels exhausted, as if an invisible palm has absorbed the power of more than [-] muscles. Suck it all away and fill the remaining holes with lead weights in a wicked way.

Heaviness, soreness, numbness, fatigue...Using the loincloth of his deputy captain to bet, Pingzi pointed to the sky three times in his heart and swore to the lamp, gnashing his teeth. The jerk on the gambling wall smashed his corpse into thousands of pieces, Nima, with a speed of at least over [-] mph, he slapped his head on the circle of murderous stones outside the Jingling Court, that's what it feels like!Is this the fabled rush to the south wall without looking back?To be able to do this to his precious head, he must have been concussed and confused when he hit the wall!

"Damn it..." The blond man with his eyes closed closed his slender fingers and carefully searched the warm scalp with his slender fingers. As expected, he touched a patch deep in the hairline due to the subconscious error of the brain. The bulge caused by the judgment should not exist, the bloodshot skin is sensitive and hot, and even the weight of a strand of hair in the hair follicle is enough to cause an earth-shaking and terrifying vibration in the pain-sensing nerves, "...what are you doing? ...something strange got in there, Sousuke."

Still holding half of the incision neatly and smoothly in his hand, the vice-captain of the [-]th division pushed open the door of the captain's dormitory, his tall and slender figure was embellished with smooth and elegant lines by the light source behind him. , the straight and upright shoulder line tilts out of a stable and reliable angle, and the joints that connect with the arms make a rounded turn. The soft and comfortable fabric that wraps the arms and the dark color perfectly melt into the shadows, but the waistline that narrows suddenly The punishment parted ways, highlighting more and more the vice-captain of the Fifth Division's wide-shouldered, slender-waisted and long-legged figure, who is increasingly running towards the perfect clothes rack. ——If there is no unappetizing dangerous flash on the bridge of the nose, it will always remind the blond captain of the fifth team and his vice-captain what kind of unfathomable evil intentions are hidden under the mask of a gentle, courteous and frugal old man. The self-conscious blond man who was the leader of the team almost narrowed his cool gray eyes, pulled out a row of whale teeth and whistled enthusiastically.

The so-called uniform, while perfectly obliterating the personality and characteristics of the wearer with uniform specifications and shapes, it also means that the decoration brought by the clothing is minimized to the greatest extent. one side.Although in the Jingling Court, the death gods, especially the female death gods, changed their domineering clothes privately because they ignored the "Death God Clothing Code and Requirements" issued by the Central Office 46 as nothing, rampantly rampant, and intensified like weeds in the endless spring breeze. .But even in the most trivial details, he strictly followed all established rules and acted according to the rules. The dress standard of the vice-captain of the fifth division, which was even more standard than that of Mr. Kuchiki, who was known as the model of the god of death in the sixth division, was so harsh and plain that it was shocking. To the point of pointing.

Seriously, even this kind of non-personal things can be worn with such personality, Soyousuke, I’m not sure I’ll really fall in love with you in two years~~ Enduring the twitching pain nerves on the top of the forehead to continue There was constant throbbing pain, and Captain Hirako, who was lying on the long table and used the unparalleled floor space of Captain Haori to perfectly cover the existence of the diary, raised a half-self-deprecating and half-joking smile on one side of his mouth, feeling slightly The undetectable rustling sound and almost non-existent vibration quickly became clear and stopped abruptly in the feeling, and the eyelids were half-raised lazily, and the dark trousers and tabi socks of the dead bull were reflected in the narrow and narrow strip unexpectedly. The cold gray iridescence behind the gap, the self-deprecating uplift of the lips slightly retracted into a lazy and indifferent arc of impatience: "Souyousuke, I just asked you to catch a little mouse, I thought you were catching a mouse In the nest, there is not even scum left after being eaten by the skin and bones."

"I'm very sorry, Captain Hirako. Because you miscalculated the strength of the target and failed the operation, and wasted too much time to make you worry about my comfort, I'm really ashamed." Kneeling in front of Hirako with one knee, brown-haired The brown-eyed man lowered his proud head deeply, expressed his deep and formulaic apology to his immediate superior with a docile gesture and a humble tone.

The light gray pupils swim through the narrow slits, and finally freeze on the bulky upper edge of the black-rimmed glasses, where the tough yet flexible jet-black plastic is reflecting the soft light.The indifference in Pingzi's smile turned into a sharp blade and stabbed at the drooping vice-captain following the deep arc that went straight into the texture: "Who cares about your life, even though my vice-captain died at the hands of an unknown soldier because of incompetence?" It's really embarrassing for me, the captain, but if I don't have to see your face again, it's a bit of a shame, and it's worth celebrating. But if you slip away from a captain, don't tell me you're a little mouse Shunpo is as good as the little princess of Sifengyuan's family."

"No..." Vice-captain Aizen, who suffered the expected ridicule, was as respectful and gentle as ever, just slightly raised his head and looked at Hirako through the clean and spotless lenses. Stuck together, the gentle light brown and the cold light gray are like polar opposites, completely impenetrable but entangled, "...the target has been silenced."

"Miekou." It's not a question with a smooth and rising sound at the end, and it's not a surprise at the front of the accent. Pingzi just retells in a frivolous and smooth Kansai accent as shallow and indifferent as if reading a word note in a dictionary. Out of all emotion.

Aizen was slightly surprised at the uncharacteristically calm and steady boss, and then came up with an inference that perfectly fit the villainous boss, the 98 gods who devoted all their efforts to create the top luxury high-end configuration: "...you seem to have expected..."

The delicate touch of the fingertips between the lips perfectly cut off the words rolling on the tip of the tongue and the lips, and the soft fingertips ambiguously passed the corners of the lips and jaws, easily grasping the hard and sharp edges of the bones.The field of vision was obscured by the golden shadow, and there was a gentle entanglement between the lips and teeth.The vice-captain, who is accustomed to chasing and seeking, opened his eyes behind the lens in surprise in the unexpected approach. After a brief stalemate, he relaxed and enthusiastically focused on responding to the unexpected visitor in his mouth.

The slender fingers continued to explore enthusiastically along the line of the jaw, kneading the rolling Adam's apple, tracing the delicate collarbone, dexterously shuttled the fingertips between the tightly stitched skirts, and caressed every part of the chest with warm palms tirelessly. An inch of smooth and firm skin, squeezed and kneaded the small bumps that had not yet awakened.

The intimacy without warning is like a brilliant and swift blitz that ignites the fire of passion|desire on every inch of land under the fingertips, and the flames burn the bones, flesh and skin inch by inch from the inside to the outside Thousands of miles of scorched earth.At the moment when the flames burned the blood vessels and ooze out the skin texture to dominate the sensitive and greedy body, the brief separation of the entangled lips and tongue made Lan Ran regain the reason to run away from home, looking at the poor corpse under the window sill, As well as the swirling snow falling down with a zigzag sign in mid-air, he refused in a hesitant tone that obviously didn't make much determination and no sincerity: "Captain Pingzi, it's still...office hours."

At the moment when the long table was pushed down, the blond captain who successfully covered the traces of the light brown crime with the flying snowflakes with a nimble drag and kick on his toes, focused on fighting against the tangled belt, and responded without thinking for a matter of course: " Just finish your overtime work at night." ——==+Captain Pingzi, will sweet talk kill you at a time like this?Will you die? !

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Close the door, draw the curtains, and soundproof.3000 words are omitted below.