[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

What Hiyori waited for was not Hirako Mako's usual retort, but a slow and clear applause.Leisurely and unhurried, but one after another applause as if knocking on a fragile heart.

"It's been a long time, Mako, you gave me another surprise." The clear and melodious voice came to the ears of the two with the breeze, attracting Mako Hirako, who covered her nose with her sleeves, and Hiyori, who was holding clogs, to the voice. Look at the origin.

The owner of the voice was not far away from the two of them. In fact, he was standing under the persimmon tree where the bottle had been hiding just now. The bright sun cast dazzling sunlight, filtered and isolated by the dense canopy, and cast mist at the roots of the tree. The shadow as thick as ink drowned the man's facial features, but it couldn't hide the snow-white captain's haori, as well as the ambiguous and soft wine-red long hair on the shoulders of the comer.The drooping haori made elegant ripples in the wind, and the white-green Satoha flashed in sight with the undulation of the haori.

"Fuchuan Hideaki." Hirako said the man's name word by word in Kansai dialect, which was stern because of the heavy trauma. Slowly pacing out from the thick and colorful shadows.

The gloomy mist faded from Fu Chuan Yingming's face like the clouds disappearing from the rain, and at the same time, the other side's true face of Mount Lu was revealed.

The wine-red long hair is smooth and silky, like the finest gorgeous silk draped over the shoulders and neck. The purple-gold pupils are crystal clear and charming like amethyst, and the metallic luster that occasionally flows from the fundus of the eyes between the eyelashes is his. Bewitching people's hearts adds a ruthless and dangerous atmosphere, the tall nose bridge and delicate nose wings together decorate this face with dignity and pride, and the smile that is always full of bright red thin lips just rightly softens the sharp edges and corners unique to the upper class aristocrats .

Wanli's affectionate voice is soft and silky like satin touching the sensitive auditory nerves, and Hideaki Fukawa's eyes are unconsciously shining with a breathtaking light because of the joyful emotion: "Congratulations, Mako. You actually did it without any guidance. Now I found my own Zanpakuto, he really deserves to be the man I fancy."

The man your sister likes, you think this is a Japanese-style hot-blooded manga, you are the villain boss of the angel with all the broken wings of the sad past life!

Mako Hirako rubbed the tip of her sore nose, feeling inexplicable and strange about the sudden complaints in her head: "Hideaki Fukawa, you appear here, I can understand that the work of the [-]th team has become so idle that the captain is in a state of wandering. Are you fooling around in the street? And I still have my thoughts of rejecting all creatures except beautiful women."

"Don't reject people thousands of miles away like this, Mako." The captain of the fifth division, whose rosy skin was obviously made of rubber, had excellent elasticity, and his soft voice fell.

In the blink of an eye, Pingzi lost his sight of the black and white classic figure, and in the next second, he was pulled into his arms by someone hooking his shoulders and back, very manly: "Well, you are also a nobleman, a born god of death. , but you really don’t think about going to Mao and then entering Jinglingting? You must know that the life there is a hundred times more comfortable than here. It’s very suitable for lazy people like you~~~~”

King Ling, if you really exist, strike this hooligan with his claws on his shoulder with a bolt of white lightning! "As long as there is you in Jinglingting, there will be no me for a day!" When Mako Hirako said this, his tone was firm and resolute, and his expression was ferocious and cold, and there was no turning back.

"Why?" Someone lifted a strand of red hair around his neck and smiled coquettishly.

"Because I will be sexually harassed by you!" Hirako took advantage of Hideaki Fukakawa's stiff moment to get away nimbly and dragged Hiyori, who was in a state of confusion, with oil on the soles of his feet and disappeared into the complicated alleyway.Hideaki Sukawa, who was only left in the captain's haori, stood in the middle of the street, maintaining the movement of raising his hands and shoulders.

After a long time, Hideaki Fukagawa rubbed his fingertips slowly, as if he was reminiscing the intoxicating gentle touch when his fingertips swept across the delicate skin on the side of the boy's neck. His beautiful red lips slowly evoked a playful smile: "Harassing? Mako , you probably don’t know, the captains of the fifth team are very good at harassing their subordinates~~~~ I am like this, and you... are also like this.”

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the other side.

"Let go of me, you bald man!" Hiyori took advantage of Hirako Mako's strength to pull her arm into the air, and hit the back of Hirako Mako's undefended head with a blow of chic and beautiful flying feet, and the golden ponytail was in the air A dazzling arc was drawn, the bow was opened without turning back, and the arrow hit the wall at the corner without hesitation.

"Woo~~~" Hirako covered his nose that was flying down again, and slowly squirmed down from the wall with trembling fingers, "Hyyori, you bastard! Wow~~~~"

Hiyori held another clog in his hand, and with one hand, which looked like the leader of an illegal and violent organization, he grabbed the collar of Mako Hirako, who was knocked to the ground by the clog, and stepped barefoot on Hirako's stomach: "Idiot bald! That assistant Chuan Yingming, and what is going on with the Shinyang Academy of Spiritual Art?"

The two faces are so close that Hirako can clearly count the freckles on the violent loli's face.Hirako grabbed Hiyori's fingers clutching his clothes with a rare seriousness, slowly opened them and adjusted his body: "Fukukawa Hideaki is the captain of the 58th Division, I killed a Xu in Area [-] and he caught him, He has been pestering me to let me apply for Mao to be the god of death."

"Then you saw him slipping so fast! Are you really an idiot? Bald Mako!" Hiyori slapped the clogs on Hirako's face without hesitation, and insisted on taking the other into a flat mirror Trend, "Even I know that the only way out for those of us wandering around Ruhun Street and starving is to apply for Mao to become the god of death. If you want to live comfortably, you must enter Jinglingting. Now the captain recommends you, how dare you Run away! You bald bald bald..."

The wooden clogs mercilessly smashed on the boy's face, which always showed all kinds of grinning and weird expressions. The boy suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged the thin girl on his body, half-forcibly pressing her head on the skinny girl. On the shoulders, an indescribably strange expression suddenly flashed across the expressionless face: "Idiot Hiyyori, who will clean up the mess for you when I leave!"

"Let go..." The girl who was struggling suddenly froze, and then a wooden clog that was more fierce than all the previous attacks combined hit Pingzi's forehead hard, "Bald Mako, stop looking down on others! I also have Aura!"

"It hurts..." Hirako let go of Hiyori, lay on his back covering his rapidly red and swollen forehead and rolled his eyes all over the floor, "It will be the end of the world if your poor Reiatsu can get into Mao!"

"Baldy Mako! See if I don't hit you so hard you'll find your teeth all over the place!"

"Help~~~~~~~~~~~ Killed someone~~~~~~~~~~ Help—"