[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

As the current head of the Fuchuan family, which is second only to the status of the four nobles who have been in full swing for many years, Fuchuan Hideaki has of course received treatment that matches his respected status, and the comfortable and independent space is just one of them.

When Aizen pushed the door in front of him, which was supposed to be opened to appreciate fireflies looming in the shrubs and stars, but at this moment it was closed tightly uncharacteristically, it was the same as the luxurious and gorgeous appearance of everyone in this Japanese room for the time being. The gorgeous and graceful feminine voice vibrated the air in Lan Ran's ears at a steady pace: "Saxi is not tired, Soyousuke."

"It's really been a long time, Fuchuan... the great sage." Lan Ran looked at the graceful and luxurious figure no matter when and where behind the curling water mist, and after a brief moment of pondering, he spit out a respectful and slightly distant address.

"Oh, oh, why is Soyousuke always so ignorant? Didn't I say that I would be called wise?" The mellow mist evaporated on the red clay stove, producing a mellow and intoxicating fragrance. The slowly melting honey's voice is also full of intoxicating magic, and the ambiguous and smooth turning in the throat drags out a particularly bewitching ending, "Especially... when there are only two of us."

Noncommittal to the man's intimate proposal, ignoring the frivolous wink thrown by Hideaki Fukagawa, Aizen walked into the room, knelt down, and straightened his body in the water mist that gradually evaporated and gradually dissipated. The red-haired man who escaped sat opposite to each other, his wine-red hair fell quietly in the dim room, but the tips of his hair spread out a shimmering brilliance on the pure black silk embroidered with complicated dark patterns.

"Sake that must be warmed before drinking even on a summer night..." Aizen watched as the amber liquid poured out from between the slender and white fingers that seemed to be emitting jade luster every inch, on the white suet carved from white jade. The melodious sound of pearls splashing out of the shallow cup and the jade plate splashing out, and the white and snowy wrist in the flowing flowing water of the toga's sleeves is the faintly visible style of wanting to refuse and welcome. Are you drunk with ice?"

On the opposite side of the short face, the charming beauty slowly reveals her colorful and cold purple-gold eyes, and her thin lips are slightly parted, which is an intoxicating style: "Souyousuke is really a savior, replaced by Xiao Mako I can only play the piano to cows. Speaking of Xiaozhenzi..."

Such winking eyes reflect unspeakable tenderness and affection in a piece of warm amber, and the man with a gorgeous style that even the beauties of the city can't match, has a heart-pounding charm brewing in his throat: "How could he be so easy?" Just let you go?"

Lan Ran was slightly taken aback, and it took him [-] second to understand this question that was neither connected nor connected, and he also picked up the slightly hot wine cup in front of him and smiled faintly: " Captain Hirako should be with Yuki-kun now."

"Oh————" Seemingly surprised by the answer, Hideaki Fukagawa prolonged the ending of the voice speech a little exaggeratedly, "Is it actually being distracted by Ichiro in that way? Mako's The idea is really becoming more and more incomprehensible." ——The great sage of Fukawa, is there a hidden relationship between Nakagawa Ichiro's method and Heiko Mako's idea?

Obviously, even with the built-in Ben 5 of the villain BOSS's four-core combo bomb, it is impossible to accurately connect the two leaping thinking creatures with a snap of the fingers, not to mention the serious questions that follow Hideaki Sukawa: "How's the progress? Aizen-kun."

"Stand still." Ai Ran slowly retracted the curvature of her lips when she heard the words, and followed Hideaki Fukawa's straight-forward questioning, revealing a rare seriousness, and the sharpness that was about to come out was hidden in the depths of the light brown pupils, as if in the next In a second, the false tenderness will surge out from the inside out, "You have concealed the most critical core of technology."

Regarding Aizen's accusation, Hideaki Fukawa just showed an elegant and gorgeous smile on his lips noncommittally, and replied unhurriedly: "Well, it's not that I deliberately concealed this, but because the technology I have mastered is not Incomplete, it lacks the most important core." The purple-gold pupils slid across the indifferent face calmly, Hideaki Fukawa once again raised his glass to his lips, and drank it down, "But even if it lacks the core, it brings The benefits for you can be said to be endless, so don’t be too greedy, Aizen-kun. You want everything, but be careful that you won’t get anything in the end.”

"So that's how it is." Hideaki Fukawa's threatening warning hidden under his gentle and soft posture caused an ambiguous smile to appear on Aizen's lips, "This is the real reason why you told me this technology for free. The reason. I am a little curious, what is your purpose, so that you are still not satisfied with the current effect?"

"That's because you have never seen what the finished thing can do before you have such doubts. Presumably soon you will realize the limit of that thing like me." Hideaki Fukawa narrowed his eyes Eyes, with a slight smile, "You should know that I almost died at the age of 120, right?"

"It seems to be a sudden illness with unknown reasons?" Lan Ran turned the wine cup in her hand, her light brown eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses concentrated on studying the delicate patterns carved on the bottom of the cup, and her calm and composed posture naturally revealed her unhappiness. Calm and calm.

"Evil disease?" Hideaki Fukawa let out a slightly sharp low laugh from the depths of his throat, and said slowly in a soft voice with a sticky nasal sound, "You can also say that."

Seeming to have finally lost interest in the carved patterns, Aizen casually put down the wine cup in his hand, and the amber liquid rippled layer upon layer amidst the faint sound of collisions between the bottom of the cup and several sides, tearing apart the lips of the man with brown hair and brown eyes Bian said with a gentle and refined smile: "Later, it is said that a wandering stranger used his own life to perform odd numbers in exchange for His Excellency Fuchuan's life?"

"Do you really believe this kind of rumors that sound absurd like legends of ghosts? Aizen-kun." Fuchuan Hideaki's eyes that were gradually stained with alcohol became more and more blurred.

Knowing that Fuchuan Hideaki would not bring up this old story for no reason, Aizen cooperated very well with the interface and asked the following: "Then, I believe that the great sage Fuchuan will definitely bring me a more real and exciting past."

Hideaki Fukawa moved the corners of his lips, showing a smile that made him look lonely and because of this loneliness, he sighed softly: "It is true that a strange person came to visit me after I fell ill, but he came There are some differences between the time and the rumors..."

"Some differences?"

"When he came, I was no longer seriously ill, but... already dead."