[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"What if I say no?" After spitting out the blood oozing from his gums, the face of the Quincy being squeezed mercilessly against the tree trunk can almost be described as ferocious, and he closed his eyes slowly and waited again. A shock that shook the cranial cavity.

But the expected shock did not come. On the contrary, Mako Hirako slowly loosened his grip on Quincy, allowing him to turn his head in the direction where the crisp sound of dead branches and leaves being trampled continuously came from.

In a dark field of vision, the figure made up of dark Reiatsu slowly raised his arms to push aside the bushes in front of him, revealing a figure slightly shorter than an adult man, and a brown-haired boy struggling constantly under his armpit.

The head was forced back on the tree trunk again, and the 12-point mocking Kansai accent came to the ear: "Che, haven't you already agreed?"

Pingzi slowly moved the palm inserted into Quincy's hairline to the fragile spine, pinched it with two fingers indistinctly on the throbbing jugular artery, turned his head and raised his head to the boy who raised his head. A bright, almost sinister smile: "Hey, Soyousuke, I'm here to save you."

"Wait until you're sure that your little friend has no problems before saying hello." The Quincy Master on the tree trunk coldly interrupted Pingzi's relaxed and untimely greeting, "I hope you can still laugh when you find a problem."

"Souyousuke is my man, and I won't be able to laugh if some messed-up guy uses it as a vehicle to transfer poison." Hirako Mako narrowed her slender eyes slightly, and opened her mouth to reveal a row of shiny whale teeth , "Do you think so? Shiratori-san?"

The steady spiritual pressure of the Quincy Master on the tree trunk suddenly rose, but on the contrary, all the muscles on his back became stiff: "You know everything?"

"Nah, I can't tell you everything. But my time is not for wasting, Quincy." The arrogant smile on Mako Hirako's lips gradually faded, a cold light flashed across the light gray eyes, "Now... exchange hostages!"

The moment the sharp Kansai accent rolled down from between the thin lips and teeth, the black shadow caught in Aizen suddenly grabbed the boy's collar and threw the boy's thin body behind him. At the same time, Mako Hirako seemed to have expected Everything in front of him suddenly pulled out the Ni Fu nailed to Quincy's body, and kicked the opponent's knee mercilessly, chasing after Lan Ran into the deep forest.

"Uh——" With a painful cry, the Quincy held on to the broken wound on his chest and knelt powerlessly at the bottom of the tree root. The blood that flowed out was overflowing from his fingers and dyed the pure white uniform red. , the spiritual pressure condensed on the fingertips dissipated invisible.

Breaking through countless branches, smashing all the branches and leaves, and breaking through layers of obstacles, Mako Hirako jumped into the air in one go, and finally caught the young boy's small body in his arms before the fragile body collided with the hard tree trunk, but he had no strength left to control it Instead of the boy, the weak figure slammed into the tree trunk behind him.

thump—

After the strong vibration, amidst the flying leaves, Mako Hirako adjusted her body posture in mid-air with the last bit of strength, and completed the glorious mission of the Death God cushion. She lay on the ground with her back on her back and her limbs wide open, like a dead dog. Only air out, no air in.

"Mako!" The trapeze in his arms was full of energy just hearing the sound, which made Pingzi Sigou very pleased.

"Mako!" The young man caressed his chest in the crooked skirt with his calloused palms from holding the sword, poked his slender neck, and finally held Hirako's cheeks, "Mako Mako, are you alright?"

Sigou Pingzi ignored it unkindly and continued to pretend to be dead.

"Mako, Mako...you...are you..." The boy's anxious call gradually infiltrated with a strong nasal voice, and then a drop of cold water hit his eyelids heavily, and Mako Hirako finally opened his light gray eyes. Seeing a crying face and a pair of light brown eyes full of surprises, the uncomfortable feeling of disobedience passed over the sensitive nerve endings, as if reminding its owner that the real Aizen There would never be such an embarrassing gesture, there would never be such sincere emotion, and even more... she would never shed even a single tear for him.

But this is not the time to be entangled in those superficial feelings, Hirako lying on the ground raised his dead fish eyes and rolled his eyes upwards: "Hey, Soyousuke."

"Is there a problem?"

"There is no problem now..."

"Huh?" In order to hear the blond pseudo-reaper's lack of strength, his furry head moved to the corner of his grinning mouth.

"If you keep sitting on my stomach, I'll have a problem soon!"

The head next to his mouth popped up suddenly, and the young man was red-faced, red-eared and bare-handed, almost rolling over from Pingzi's body: "Ah? Uh, I'm sorry, Makoto."

"Hey, Soyousuke, help me up." Passing the slender fingertips in front of the boy's eyes, Mako Hirako grinned and calmly touched the wet deadly costume on the back of the waist. The boy noticed the blood on the ground and stood up slowly with the help of the boy's thin shoulders, "Now let's go meet the scum exterminator who will not hesitate to shoot at his own people in order to survive."

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"Uh, cough, cough..." There was a disgusting taste of blood in the throat, and the taste buds swarmed. The weak Quincy leaned against the tree, and the wound on his chest had stopped bleeding, but there was something imprisoned deep in his soul. However, the blood-colored power began to boil and boil in the crumbling cage, repeatedly colliding with the chains that restrained freedom, hoping to escape from the shackles that were falling apart.

"Damn it, damn it... the meddlesome god of death... the despicable god of death who tricked me with strange props!" Whether the body can withstand such a violent emotional shock, powerlessly clenched the remaining right fist and growled in a low voice, "As long as I get that child... I didn't even... didn't expect that the god of death who appeared suddenly..."

"I think I need to correct a sentence." The blond spirit body with one hand holding the blue dyed human-shaped crutch appeared at the end of the dark field of vision, and the silver-white spiritual pressure was bright, dazzling and full of vitality, "I am not the god of death."

The palm that supported the shoulders was changed to embrace the young man's neck, and Mako Hirako showed the signature smile of the entire Jingling Court to the dispirited Quincy at the bottom of the tree—"I'm Mako Hirako." , Mako Hirako, a fourth student from class one of the Death God Unified Academy of Maou Lingju Academy."