[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"I'll tell you even this kind of thing, Hideaki Fukawa really trusts you." The soles of the feet that fell accurately stepped on the alienated limbs that had lost their bone support, and Hirako turned around and swung the knife to cut the limbs gracefully and smoothly To a gorgeous dance unfolded on the gorgeous red carpet.

"You can't say that... the proportion of miscellaneous fish has dropped." The moment the raised blade chopped the oncoming sharp claws, the counter-shock force that came from the direction of the knife was the first time to make him unwavering. There was an instant delay in the blade, and there was still enough leisure time to push up the heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose. The corners of Ichiro Nakagawa's gentle smile converged into a more subtle and ironic sharp edge. The boring slaughter without challenge is still the protagonist in the discourse, "It should be said that the cruel and suspicious tyrant I serve wants me to think that I am still very trusted by him."

Ni Fu poked out the deadly Sen Leng fangs from the flying golden sunlight, the long knife pierced from the armpit accurately penetrated the attacker's heart, twisted the wrist mercilessly and the tip of the knife lost its effect At the moment of the organ, the complete semicircle swung forward from under the raised right arm along the back of the knife was wrapped around the dexterous fingertips with blue-purple lightning at the moment it passed the side of the ribs, like Thor The lightning sledgehammer shot from Er's hand smashed heavily into the swarming black shadows.The moment the powerful electric light hit the obstacle, it erupted with a terrifying light that dazzled the eyes and almost blinded the eyes. Pingzi, who had been prepared for a long time, had already turned his back on his body, leaving only an arrogant back with a sword and a sword in his hand: "It really is because of the beauty." Miss’s death? That can’t be explained by an accident, right?”

The bright blue lightning followed the lost blood under the feet, and after successfully turning at least a dozen defective products into coke, they rushed back aggressively, and the lightning flashed instantly wrapped around the bloody curtain that suddenly rose in Pingzi's sight. After the frivolous bright red, Nakagawa Ichiro is as bright and warm as the beautiful voice of the hymn circling under the magnificent vault of Peter’s Basilica. Difficult to find, earth quake, mountain shake, sky collapse, tsunami; creation, reproduction, birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnation of all things, all according to one's wishes, destroying the pure land of the world!"

The imperceptible vibration swept over Pingzi's sensitive nerve endings buried under the skin, and the creation born between heaven and earth was buried deep in the blood. The instinctive awe of the world hit the blood and poured out the condensed reason. The half-joking complaints turned into a deep breath that stabilized the mind and concentrated the will in the warm mouth.

The thin curtain of smoke turned into crimson mist and dissipated gracefully in the icy cold air filled with bloody sweetness. In the space where everything was normal at the beginning, there were still demons dancing and evildoers rampant. After three breaths, the river of time rolled forward and never stopped. As if frozen forever in the Ice Age by an unknown terrifying force, those flying, tumbling, roaring, roaring figures suddenly freeze in the grotesque interweaving of snow-white and bright blue, as if they were accidentally sealed into crystal clear by the fragrant sticky resin. The clear amber insect freezes at the most vivid moment before death, and then collapses visible to the naked eye. With an irreversible and tyrannical posture, it depicts a coquettish and beautiful totem on the fragile spirit body, flowing through the gaps where the ice patterns burst What comes out is not the thick, fishy and sweet blood, but the strange and gorgeous streamer that is unique to when the spirit body collapses.

Burning the sky and destroying the world, there is no way to escape, and everything is barren, this is a pure land.

Pingzi lowered his head, the blood under his feet flowed into a river of corpses, mountains of blood and seas of blood. The scarlet color faded between his fingers, and the bones disappeared. The lingering scarlet dripping showed that the killing not long ago was not a dream.Pingzi blinked, and the eagle's sharp gray eyes swept across the scars on the wall, and the shriveled blue cocoons one after another were another trace left over from this battle.

"Pure Land of Extermination..." Pingzi sighed leisurely, and the Kansai dialect was rolling in his throat, brewing a faint drunken lingering entanglement, "If I knew it was such an environmental protection ability, I wouldn't have to clean it so hard~~~ ~~”

Ichiro Nakagawa forced the vice-captain of the [-]th squad hard with the standard expression of "Captain, please don't complain in such a serious tone" and squinted his eyes: "It's just a parody of using ghosts. If If it was Yuanzhibifang who liberated the Swastika, the entire building would have turned into a void filled with thick spirit particles."

"Tsk, so exaggerated?" Pingzi asked in a low voice with a resounding staggering sound.

"Of course, but if it's the void that covers the entire building, you'll lose your spiritual power for half a year afterward, and you won't be able to undo Zanpakutō within three years, and you won't be able to restore its full power until seven years later. It's simply killing the enemy. One thousand damages eight hundred, a walking human nuclear warhead." Nakagawa Ichiro pushed the black-rimmed glasses that had broken at one corner at some point, and concluded his statement calmly, "The Pure Land of Destruction is probably the most domineering in history. The ability to decompose, but the demand for Reiatsu is as greedy and domineering as a black hole."

"So?" Hirako Mako, who was sensitive to allergies, keenly caught the implication of Ichiro Nakagawa's words, and asked with raised eyebrows vigilantly.

Ichiro Nakagawa withdrew his finger that was pushing his glasses, and patted Hirako's thin and narrow shoulder calmly, with a calm and obscene smile on the face of a government spokesman who shirked responsibility: "The next big guy will be handed over to you. Yes. I admit defeat."

As soon as the words fell, the real earth shattering and earth shaking followed, and in this space, although not small, it was definitely not big, and a miniature version of the end of the world was staged.

As early as the moment Ichiro Nakagawa's finger landed on his shoulder, Hirako felt that something was wrong, calmly opened a defensive ghost path in front of him, and looked up at the top of his head through the flying gravel through a transparent barrier. A slaughterhouse with the roof off...? !

"Uh..." Even Captain Pingzi, who once wandered in the [-]th district behind Liuhun Street, went up mountains and down rivers and slept with dead bodies in his arms, and experienced the experience of the world, the sad reminder of being raped by life The nerve lines of the thighs, which are thicker and more powerful than prehistoric reptiles, have to be admitted. On the top of his head, there are layers of fat that are stacked and pushed. There is a squirming figure with a layer of broken human organs that is swaying all over the place... What an amorous style, so ecstatic and bone-destroying that it makes people messy and unable to answer in the wind!

It took a full half a minute to straighten the tongue in his mouth, eliminating the negative BUFF brought by the lump of fat flowing down from the ceiling. Hirako pulled the corner of his mouth and finally said something clear and clear. Line: "Double the bet, and I want a deposit!"

"...Mako Hirako, you are sitting on the ground and raising the price!"

"Exclusive monopoly, no counter-offering." Pingzi pointed to the fat tentacles that had been hanging two-thirds of the height from the ceiling, glistening with oil, "This thing is very slow, even if we use it, we can shake it off However, if no one takes care of it, it will be noticed by Jing Lingting soon. Although those faces have been disfigured by us a lot, but there are so many corpses of children, guess how many of them will recall your glorious achievements? How are you going to explain the existence of this lump of fat to your boss? A demon incarnated from the resentment of a dead child? Or a guardian beast of the collapsed jade? You know that the other party’s taste shouldn’t be so bad, right?”

"……go ahead."

"Please listen to the deposit. I want to know the real cause of Miss Youyou's death. The more details the better."

"...Mako Hirako, you..."

"Don't tell me that it's too cruel for a brother who loves his sister to retell the cause of his sister's death, such an uncreative line. As a brother, you have never cared about the life and death of Miss Youyou. No, it should be said that you have no reason to go care."

"what do you mean?"

"What do you mean? Oops, that lump of fat seems to be dripping down soon." Pingzi stretched out his little finger into his nostrils and casually picked out, and the Kansai accent wrapped in a strong nasal voice also casually said, "It means, There has never been a man named Ichiro Nakagawa in this world."

"Oh ha, a legal intruder with unknown purpose." The light gray eyes hide the sharpness of the blade, piercing through the thick fog raised by the heavy dust of history, and the playful arc on the lips is unrestrained and unrestrained, becoming the evil in the chest Smiling, "Mako Hirako, the last patriarch of the Hirako family, is waiting here. Please give me your advice from today on."