[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"What?" Quincy's reaction was unbelievable, but the point of disbelief didn't seem to be that he was defeated by a reserve soldier who wasn't even a god of death, or a reserve soldier who could only graduate after two years, but how could Hirako Mako Is it a reserve Reaper?Sure enough, after spitting out another mouthful of blood viciously, he roared angrily, "How is it possible for a spiritual body whose spiritual pressure has reached the captain level, how could it be possible that it is not even the god of death!"

"Hey? What did you say? Just now I knocked my head into a lump on a tree trunk, but it's still buzzing in my head. Say it again, Quincy." The expression on Mako Hirako's face remained unchanged, even The corners of the grinning mouth slowly ooze some playful provocation, and there is a flash of light in the depths of the narrowed gray pupils, thoughtfully, "What were you talking about just now?"

So, three seconds later, Mako Hirako got one of the classic evaluations that he was often complained about by his subordinates, colleagues and enemies in private communication or openly in his career as a god of death..."I said that you gods of death are all despicable and shameless!"— ——As for why the boss is not included, it is purely because Mako Hirako, the legendary flower-picking thief who is said to be enchanting and blooming in Jinglingting and harming the motherland, is more despicable and shameless than someone else. It needs to be emphasized, in any way.

Of course, in order to match the first appearance of this shocking and weeping speech, as the first named cannon fodder in this work, Mr. Mie Quen Shi, besides roaring so hard that the veins on his neck twitched violently, in order to enhance the visual The shocking power of the arrow even emitted a silver arrow light from the fingertips. Although the length is less than half of the normal length, there is no doubt that it is the basis of the Quincy's signature no matter in terms of shape and color. One of the skills - the sacred arrow.

So at this critical and dangerous moment, after fighting with the Quincy Master for a long time, the only thing Mako Hirako could do was suddenly Pushing away Aizen in front of him, he accepted the Arrow of Lingzi that was originally aimed at Aizen's forehead, but now aimed at his waist and abdomen, and happily accepted it with a smile.

The silver-white arrow sank into the body, and a huge impact followed. When it was thrown backwards, the hidden wound on the back of the waist was torn again, and the gorgeous and magnificent crimson splashed all the way. In the blink of an eye, the dark red color slowly dripped from the cracked corner of the eyes again: "Mako————"

bang——

Mako Hirako, who has enjoyed the treatment of God's son, raised her hand and tightly clenched the arrow that was nailed deeply into her lower abdomen. The half of the tail feathers were outside, and the shaking vision was turned into darkness. The spiritual pressure was released: "The 31 Red Cannon of Breaking the Way!"

The bright red fireball soared into the sky and ran towards Quincy leaning under the tree according to the last scene the owner saw. The roar of the explosion tore apart the silence of the deep forest. Quincy's head and the big tree behind him were drowned Among the billowing smoke.

"Is Yousuke Sou all right? Was it affected by the explosion?" Mako Hirako turned his head to the direction of the Reiatsu, and asked in a slow and casual tone, as if shocked by the quick decision of life and death, he could only be stunned The boy in place.

For a moment, there were staggering footsteps approaching, and then the palm on one side was covered by another pair of small palms, and then he groped the bleeding waist and turned to hold the slightly drooping face under the scattered blond hair.The shortness of breath paused for a short while, and the young man had clearly sensed Pingzi's anomaly, and slowly and unbelievably let out a low cry suppressing extreme fear: "Grandmaid?"

"So the name of that kind of poison is Taotie?" Pingzi endured the strange spiritual power from the arrow that was constantly wriggling and devouring the flesh and bones, but the Kansai accent was calm and calm, "Zhou Yousuke, you really have something to do with this matter, you really have something to do with...the god of death here."

The boy's next words were stuck in his throat by this calm and calm Kansai dialect, eager to explain something, but worried about the glutton in Hirako Mako's body, the cruel and evil poison is not just a greedy A monster that swallows everything, it is full of a breath that corrupts the soul, the first to be attacked is the most delicate and fragile eyes of the spirit body, and soon the poison spreads throughout the body, and the spirit that melts like heated paraffin will be terrified in the soul Disintegrated and reorganized into nothingness amidst the screams of grief, and finally disappeared in the disappearance of the soul that could not be made up no matter how much hunting was done.Amid the boundless pain and endless torment, Aizen, the spirit body who wailed and screamed and tore his chest open with alienated claws, had seen too many times before, thinking that the blond man in high spirits was about to end in that way. In his life, he felt the overwhelming fear surging, and the monstrous torrent swept everything and almost destroyed him. ——That's right, this man never trusted him from the very beginning, and even guarded and watched him from the bottom of his heart, but he still fulfilled his promise, spared no effort to help and support him, and finally even used his own life to protect his safety .

"That god of death is the one who taught and raised you, right? Soyousuke." Mako Hirako slowly closed his eyes as if weary, and his voice was flat, neither the anger of being deceived nor the embarrassment of being teased, "Teach you to read, teach you Etiquette, let me teach you... the way of ghosts. Really, it seems that I, the guy who suddenly disturbed the situation, is meddling in my own business. That god of death has such special abilities...just watch you closely...that guy is definitely alive... "The Kansai accent, which was always playful and frivolous, seemed to be provocative, gradually weakened.

"Mako, wake up! Wake up! Can't sleep, can't sleep! Pure Land... Master Pure Land, please show up! Save him, save Mako! I beg you!"

"Xiao Lanran, don't cry so ugly, that blond little guy has a very special soul, and the gluttons can't eat him." A black light and shadow appeared in the air without warning, and there was a slight difference between the youth and the teenager in the light and shadow. With a green voice, the voice is gentle, as warm as jade.The black shadow raised a part that looked like an arm and caressed the boy's curly hair, "Also, please give me enough time, is it fun to make a child cry?"

"If you don't bully Soyousuke to the point of crying, would you be willing to show up?" The blond pseudo-reaper, whose head was tilted in Aizen's hands just a moment ago, looked at Hei behind Aizen with his whale teeth rolling his dead fish eyes. Ying, the gray pupils that were still empty contracted purely out of conditioned reflex, "Oh, I still miscalculated. Your Reiatsu... isn't the god of death at all, is it?"

"I wasn't a god of death a long time ago. Is it Mako Hirako? I hugged you when you were full moon, such a small ball." The black shadow compared the length of the arm, which was probably slightly shorter than that of a normal person, "than now This grin is much cuter."

Since I was a child, I was struggling to survive alone in Ruhun Street. Although Mako Hirako in Hiyori had never encountered a decent elder in my life, I was reminiscing about this kind elder with a little emotion and a little bit of ridicule. It's very wrong, although I really want to refute the other party - Mouth Hu, I was born to raise a person in Liuhun Street, and the whole family is not hungry. When did I wrap it in a quilt and use it as a rice ball!But for some reason, he just twitched the corner of his mouth, and gave up the words rolling in his throat.

"The men in the Hirako family are always attracted to women." Kuroying continued, although he couldn't see the contours of his facial features, he could tell that he was in a good mood just by his voice, "You should know very well that I will never let Sosuke He was fatally injured, why do you have to protect him so desperately?"

Although Taotie is still very noisy in his body, but as Hei Ying said, it is just very noisy.Hirako frowned, and decided to ignore the discomfort: "That Quincy who dares to attack Soyousuke must be absolutely sure that you won't be able to get away. I can't take this risk."

"Even if he knew he was cheating on you? Maybe he was using you from the very beginning?"

"That's right! (Pure Land!)"

"Souyousuke, you'd better keep quiet. You see, this is what makes the men of the Hirako family likable. A lie that has not been proven is not a lie, and a conspiracy that has not been exposed is not a conspiracy. They always compare reality with themselves. It is very clear to distinguish between doubts, but... they often suffer setbacks because of this, and even doomed."

"You seem to talk a lot today, Pure Land." The gentle, elegant and polite man's voice sounded suddenly, and it was automatically replaced in Hirako Mako's head with two black-bellied, willow-boned, iron-painted big characters with silver hooks, "You You should thank my Hirako for your help, if not for his dedication, you would have lost your Soyousuke a long time ago."

"Of course I know, that's why I told this little guy that trusting your instincts and destroying the wrong guy is much more efficient than dragging and gathering evidence to put the other party in the place where he should go."

The feeble Kansai accent sounded almost at the same time as Soi Ying's voice, although in different ways, they all expressed disdain for someone's afterthought: "I knew it was you, the sinister four-eyed boy, who was playing tricks. With Ichiro Nakagawa, you and I are not a family."

"Wise then?"

"go away!"

"Haha, it's really gratifying to see you so alive and kicking. Is the injury on your waist really okay? It seems like it's been bleeding non-stop since just now, right?"——What's going on with this weird future boss cavity? what happened!

After being reminded of the frailty of the body, a bouncing blond pseudo-ghost of death froze instantly, bared his teeth weakly and swore with a sinister oath: "Ichiro Nakagawa, one day I will beat you so that even your mother won't recognize you~ ~~~~~~~~~"

The black-haired, blue-eyed and handsome teacher Maou knelt on one knee in front of Mako Hirako.The outstretched five fingers lingered in front of the empty pupils but couldn't get the response they deserved: "It's a bit troublesome. Although it is not fatal, it still affects the vision. Pure Land, you know your own ability best, this really won't does it have any side effects?"

"I checked just now, as long as the Taotie is expelled, the eyesight will naturally recover."

Nakagawa Ichiro nodded, and reached out to disperse the sacred arrow in Hirako's abdomen. One hand wrapped around Hirako Mako's slender neck and half embraced him in his arms, and the other hand covered the bleeding wound. The spiritual pressure film opened to cover: "Since when did you suspect that I was playing tricks?"

"If you want me to guess more slowly next time, don't dress like a rice dumpling and dangle in front of the crossing gate!" Hirako Mako closed her eyes and said, "Are you an idiot?"An impatient expression answered the attending physician's question.

"Then why did you do it again? You never suspected..."

"You are very talkative, Ichiro Nakagawa. There is no particular reason, but I believe that you will not harm me. Even if it is such an unreliable way of appearance like being hit by a scavenger, I still believe in you."

The spiritual pressure in the abdomen suddenly increased, and the increased strength of the Healing Ghost Dao caused a burst of comfortable warmth from the wound.Mako Hirako, whose nerves had been tense because of the crisis-ridden environment, finally relaxed slowly in the familiar Reiatsu surround, and her weak body immediately made her tired consciousness respond to Duke Zhou's invitation.

The warm breath passed over the ears and neck, and the slight itching caused the blond boy to tilt his head lazily: "Mako, did I tell you?"

"Huh?" The still drowsy boy let out a perfunctory monotone.

"Getting your trust is something so touching that you want to cry." The sharp blade pierced through the thin chest mercilessly with the warm words, and the blade, which was advancing gently like words, cut open without any hesitation The beating heart, the cold current hit the frozen blood, and the vibration was so violent that Hirako didn't even feel the pain of being pierced through the heart. He just opened his gray eyes blankly, reflecting the tenderness of Ichiro Nakagawa's lips as before. soft smile.The slender fingers firmly grasped the black-haired man's skirt, and the joints were too twisted to drive away all the blood. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to embrace this man even if he pierced his heart with a sword. What the man said was turned into a few silent cracks by the man's slowly twisting knife handle.

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against bones finally stopped abruptly, and at that moment the fingers holding the man's collar slipped down.

The second volume returns to its place, forgetting each other