[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The viscous tentacles of the turbid gray torrent extended upwards to the limit and then rolled the slippery body and dumped it back into the sinking pit, stretching out the disgusting body and burying the golden figure in a piece of decay originating from death.

Ichiro Nakagawa, suspended high above the swirling turbid current, bounced off the last ray of gray and white dripping from the cracks in the ceiling. Turbidity flow with anomalous state of wave.

He is not worried about Hirako Mako's safety, but he is just a little curious about how this real last nobleman, who has a rough life experience and a strange life without even a drop of royal blood mixed in his veins, will deal with the real people in this world. "Great Evil".Ignorance, senselessness, knowledgelessness, fearlessness, and chaos are endless sources of pure and innocent evil.

Soul, soul, soul for good and soul for evil.Zanpakuto is called Zanpakuto precisely because it can purify and sublimate the evil in the soul.However, if someone crazily separates the two poles that grow together and grow together, violating the absolute law of yin and yang since ancient times, good and evil depend on each other, what kind of monstrosity do you think he will create?

Whether it is human beings, gods of death, emptiness, or the whole have the instinct to chase and make up for their own shortcomings, the soul that has lost its soul is defined as a good soul that is awakened by the evil in our complete soul and turns into a terrifying monster that devours flesh and blood. What will become of the soul that has lost the suppression of the soul?The good that has lost its evil has degenerated beyond recognition to a situation that is even more unbearable than evil, so what unexpected changes will happen to the evil that has lost its good?And how would you face such a test?

The triple shackles in your memory have awakened from my seal, presumably you have also learned from those happy and warm memories the voice and smile of Yuan Zhi Fang that you should know.However, when you realize that the man who always remembers the gentle smile, the meticulous care, the helpless shaking of the head, and the doting sigh is not as gentle, kind, considerate and harmless as he showed you. Shura even goes against his innate responsibilities and bears the heaviest crimes to make you walk in the sunshine of Jingling Court with the posture of death like today, and use countless darkness and sin, blood and life to build a building that goes straight to the sky. How can you face the man who has long been dead?

Of course, you will never know, and you will never have to know, that the fourth shackle that you will never be able to untie in your memory is the blindfold called peace of mind that he begged me to put on for you. Such an arrogant man foretells his own death Afterwards, I never grabbed the last straw that made me escape from birth, but I personally broke that proud self-esteem for you, lowered my head and begged me with an almost begging gesture to make you forget that the coming life will be full of blood and blood. A night of death, intrigue and trickery.

"I have to say that the difficult man was right again. This kind of bloody drama that abuses the body and the heart is a drama that God loves. The mercy of the devil is to make the soul he covets live forever in nothing. In the happiness of knowing." Ichiro Nakagawa took off the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, stared at the turbid liquid surface with ripples and waves, his sapphire blue pupils were desperate and evil dissipated, he slowly raised his hand, and opened his right hand Put the beating heart on the palm devoutly, and pray to the gods you admire by bathing in the sunshine, sighing softly in a low and melodious voice, "Ignorance is a blessing from God. I hope this blessing will always be with you, Pingzi Mako."

"Swastika, first release, destroy the world." The second before the dark ghost is like a stealthy arrow about to hit the target's forehead, the dark green light reflected on the opponent's retina full of death terror penetrates the gray and muddy water surface, as if The reverse-scrolling Cang Liu coiled like a dragon soaring into the sky.

"Four styles, together." The dark green aura that shot straight into the sky circled in mid-air with a flexible and smooth trajectory, swooped down, and enveloped the turbulent lake, like concentrated acid into strong alkali, or as if clear water was boiling Oil, the gray turbid current in the ancient well that was stagnant and stagnant water rolled into violent waves and heavy gray mist.

"Second release, pure land." Firmly suppressing the boiling roar of the gray turbidity, the dark green aura like the finest silky silk turns into a dangerous and bloodthirsty scarlet, like a madly beating heart gradually squeezing and shrinking the dark oily light The range of flow fluctuations.Gradually revealing the bright blue cocoons with broken walls, and the pitch-black ground shining with the hard and cold light of inorganic substances.It's just... as far as I can see, I still can't find the dazzling figure with blond hair hanging down the waist.

Nakagawa Ichiro unconsciously clenched the long knife without sheath around his waist, and the sharp blade was coated with a layer of beautiful and deadly blue like flowing water due to the master's pulsating spiritual pressure.

"All things are withered, the emperor is dead, the heaven and the earth are at an end, and the pure land of the world is destroyed." Qingyue's chant came from the depths of the beating heart without any delay. The mighty long river emptied by the waves also has the rhyme of pines, waves and bamboos with bright moon and breeze.In the collision of the ultimate elegance and the ultimate majesty, the space collapses, the sky and the earth are destroyed, and the black cracks are like a black cat at noon. The golden pupils of the laziness sneak into the shadows, and the insatiable black hole opens. Greedily included in this gluttonous feast.

That is not the swastika of Hirako Mako, that is not the voice of Hirako Mako, in the whole world, on the thick soil, there is only one person who can control that wild beast with such a leisurely attitude of strolling in the garden, and with such a thunderous force that looks down on the common people. Untamed sword.

That man, with dark hair and blue eyes, was tall and slender, holding a four-foot-three-inch long knife, standing under the moonlight of a thousand hectares.In front of the Baidao Gate, if one man guards the gate, it is like a towering mountain with thousands of walls, surrounded by blue clouds, unattainable.

That person, invincible in blood, fighting for every inch of land, his blood splattered three feet, and the smile on his lips was dyed red, still like the most ethereal and dreamy mirage in the world, lingering with the gentle beauty that makes people chase and get lost like a dream.However, he just spit out such cruel and decisive words with such a beautiful smile that makes people tremble, allowing Qianyan's cold blade to pierce his chest, and he also used his own death to cut off the last life of the knife holder.

The man said: "I love you, I lied to you."

The man said, "Please seal that child's memory and never let him know the dirty truth."

The man said: "As long as it is what he expects, even if it costs my life, I will achieve it for him."

The man said: "...Long time no see, Ichiro Nakagawa."

The half-opened eye in the center of the blade is emitting a strange light, and the slender fingers passing through the pupil overlap perfectly with another blurred illusion. The dazzling golden yellow and ink-like blackness are intertwined, and the rigorous and smooth facial features are clearly and vividly highlighted. Not a soft contour.The illusory hallucinations pulled the fainted body back into the sheath, and the blurred face raised a vaguely warm smile: "Knowing that there is a secret hidden here that will make all the concealment efforts come to naught, I still let this child run away. Come here, are you planning to tear up the agreement with me during your lifetime?"

"Father is scared to death." Ichiro Nakagawa let go of his grip on the handle of the knife, and sighed after a long absence in a gentle and gentle tone that was completely opposite to the vulgar words, "It turned out to be just a residual phantom of power, I thought I had lost my soul The guy is unwilling to be lonely and deceives his soul."

The blurred afterimage brought the unconscious body closer to Ichiro Nakagawa step by step, like a fragmented phantom reflected in the swaying water surface, making intermittent requests: "...my power...has been suppressed. ... son..., I don't have... strength... to protect him...,... take, take... him... go..., hurry up!"

The soft and weak body fell into the open arms. Nakagawa Ichiro looked at the blond young man in his arms who was still frowning even though he fell into a deep coma. The pupils are deep, twisted and unpredictable: "Parting is always sad, since we can't avoid it, Xiao Zhenzi, you must get used to it quickly."