[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The glare of the beef bowl noodles in the blinding dog's eyes finally dissipated.

When Pingzi saw clearly the shape of the dark silhouette that was originally suspended in the piercing spiritual pressure beam, he instantly felt... the physical trauma caused by the flash bomb shape just now is nothing but wool. Red | The indiscriminate map cannon-style mental attack that is so naked that it is impossible to look directly at it can directly jump back to the gold-encrusted jade-titanium alloy electronic dog eyes that he has honed in the three-no jar of the Women's Association with no morals, no lower limit, and no shame. The steps of factory reconstruction are directly thrown into the precious metal recycling bin!

All in all, all in all, he, Mako Hirako, doesn't want to fight with a man wearing a traditional white windbreaker of the Quincy but wearing only a three-point sexy bikini with almost no fabric, it's still the same A muscular man with a muscular back and a muscular waist that makes his head two sizes smaller in comparison is slashing at each other!He would rather go to the desert in the virtual circle to appreciate the tear-jerking □□ aesthetic face like the crystallization of postmodern art of Varstord!

Fuck me, although you are GAY three-point C, but Fengdao Shilang has such a bright golden anal Barbie heart under your mighty and majestic appearance, do your friends know? !

Pingzi raised his head and held his chest solemnly with a solemn expression, still rising towards the sky, with flowing white clothes, underwear... huh, half of the maple island stone wolf's back strokes were stuck in the scabbard, and for a long while, slowly Slowly turning his head to look at the heavily guarded beautiful partner beside him, the white whale teeth are particularly dazzling in front of the black background board: "I said, Miss Kiryu, the Maple Island Stone Wolf...has it always been like this?"

Kiryu Hikifune, who was also concentrating all his energy on admiring the perfect holy body on top of his head, twitched the corners of his eyes because of the ominous Reiatsu floating in the air, making his unusually beautiful face indifferent and severe, and then collapsed like a domino, his facial features twitched and twisted into a With a strange expression of extreme toothache, the tone was calm and solemn: "I can only say...the poisoning of the Fengdao stone wolf has become deeper."

So, has the previous Holy Body already had this tendency to fuck me up?

=皮=|||, Luo Pingzi felt that he didn’t go to find a table on the spot to shake it up, and his self-cultivation was really fighting with his deputy team all the year round, ah, no, it’s in the process of cultivating "body" and "sex" Great progress has been made.The grass-mud horse god living happily on the Mahler Gobi testified how much he wanted to be the horse leader who screamed at the moon (fog) and roared out the uncontrollable fighting passion (fog) in his heart——Zero God, Miss Kiryu, Do you dare to cheat a little more? ! ! ! !

As a result, Hirako, who was dangling from the slender and slightly curved □□□□□□□□□□□□□ and turned into an oversized key ring, looked back and smiled in the pink fragrance wafting in the brain theater of adolescent girls, bared her teeth Grinning, the wind was miserable: "What ability does that guy have?"

"The arrow of the holy guide who will never give up until the goal is reached, the dynamic and static blood suit that can be switched within [-] seconds, super-speed regeneration... and..." He also pulled out the Zanpakuto at his waist, but there was no way to release it. The purple-haired Yujie who planned to report a series of gorgeous high-level skills at a very fast speed.

"Wait a minute, super-speed regeneration? I remember that the Quincy is not compatible with Xu's ability?"——This means that unless he is killed with a single knife, the blind guy may be revived in place with full health and status at any time!I want to complain to the Internet Supervision Bureau, this is cheating!

"I think this should be due to the normal human blood in the Maple Island Stone Wolf. I think you still remember that the Maple Island Stone Wolf is a mixed-blood Quincy with only one-eighth of the Quincy. However, these are not counted. What..."————— If these are nothing, then what is Miss Kiryu called?

"His truly terrifying ability is..."

The huge and creepy spiritual pressure gathered and compressed in the open right hand of the Maple Island Stone Wolf, and finally solidified into a book about one palm high and two palms high, gilded and copper-clad, it is not so much a carrier of knowledge as it is a home travel book The necessary murder weapon for killing people, destroying corpses and destroying traces. A tome disguised by bricks. The turbulent and chaotic spiritual pressure in the air prevented Pingzi from taking the initiative to strike first. He could only watch helplessly. The moment the eyes suddenly opened, the five-pointed star cross stretched infinitely in the center of the bright purple pupils, and the book suspended in the right hand seemed to be dazzled by an invisible palm quickly turning the pages: "Book of the Last Days·Chapter 1· (The Book of Destruction!)”

The shocking sound of the space collapse came from the direction opposite to where Hirako was, and the sharp blade on Hirako's wrist, which was constantly spinning, reflected a horrified eye when it brushed against the tip of Hirako's nose: "Impossible! This is the pure land of the end of the world!"

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"Four groups, what are you all doing?" Gu Yuejie who was standing in mid-air roared loudly, the sense of urgency that the thirteenth squad of Goutei may come at any time is like a dharma hanging above his head pressing on every step The sword of Chris distorted the beautiful facial features of researchers who were accustomed to dealing with cold inorganic metal instruments, and the black and white bangs fluttered and trembled with the huge sound waves that roared out, "Eight people can't deal with one who loses spiritual pressure The trash will only inexplicably circle around the zero degree of Songdo!"

"Report Your Excellency, there is a strange layer of protection around Matsushima Zero. We tried all methods, but we couldn't break it, and we couldn't get close. No. [-] was even accidentally injured by the red cannon fired by No. [-]!" There is a button-sized silver button on the temple side. One of the black-clothed men in the circle was helplessly responding to the boss's anger in the tense confrontation.

"A bunch of trash!" Gu Yuejie squinted his fox-like eyes, and looked at the former oiran who was being chased and intercepted by Ichiro Nakagawa and his second and third teams. The messy corpses showed that the roundup was not as smooth as expected. When the long knife suddenly protruding from the shadow pierced the throat of some unlucky guy again, Gu Yuejie, who had completely regained his composure, ordered categorically, "Matsushima Zero has no spiritual pressure, it is impossible to support any effective defense... Prepare on the fifth and sixth, the ghost landslide!"

The twins with the same body shape and face took the command. The perfectly matched spiritual pressure ripples allowed their powers to overlap perfectly, and the identical voice lines sang the same spiritual words.

"...landslide."

The scarlet beam of light rose into the sky from the foot of Matsushima Zero, like hot magma gushing from the depths of the mantle, engulfing the thin figure of the black-haired man. The changing Zanpakuto collided with Jin Tiejiao's Changyin, saving the leader of the second team.

The splendor dissipated, the crimson dissipated, and the wreckage of the last staircase at the foot of Songdao Zero Duo also disappeared into the bottomless giant pit with the lingering smoke, but he himself stood in the midair unscathed and yawned boredly: "Ah ——Heh—you go on, I'll sleep first..."

Gu Yuejie, who was provoked so nonchalantly, just raised one corner of his mouth and sneered: "The fourth group suspended the attack and monitored the movement of Zero Degree in Songdo, and the fifth group assisted in besieging the traitor Fengyue."

"Mr. Gu Yue!"

"Do as I say! Fengyue's Swastika is probably a rare space manipulation system. Our only solution is to damage the holder of the Swastika as soon as possible and force her to release the Swastika..."

"In this way, Fengyue, who is physically injured and has to carry me who has lost the protection of the swastika and is a burden, even if she has great abilities, she will not be able to escape this time." Standing in mid-air, she was still fainting a moment ago. The sleeping Matsushima Lingdu raised his half-drooped eyelids, smiled and accepted Gu Yuejie's unfinished words, and continued calmly, "You really deserve to be Gu Yuejun, who judged Fengyue's ability so quickly, and without hesitation Formulate the optimal plan with the highest feasibility and success rate. Originally, I thought it could be delayed a little longer."

"No matter how long it takes, it's just lingering for you. Zero degree of Matsushima." Gu Yuejie stared at Zero Degree of Matsushima, who was still calm and relaxed even though he was in a dead end among the chaotic army. The uneasiness gradually accumulated at the sensitive nerve endings began to spread uncontrollably.Matsushima Zero is the best man he has ever seen who is good at creating momentum. It should not be said that the existence of this man is a kind of momentum, mysterious, deep, secretive and dangerous, which cannot be ignored or figured out.Lost spiritual pressure, lost strength, even the most dreadful ability is half-failed, and has clearly been reduced to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered with no power to restrain the chicken,...but,...only one sentence is needed for him to be able to regain his strength. Become the focus of the entire battlefield.

However, as if he didn't hear Gu Yuejie's cynicism, Matsushima Zero held his chin and tapped lightly: "However, even if such an impetuous attack can hurt Fengyue in the end, you will probably have to pay a very painful price. You must know that just like you As guessed, Fengyue's Zanpakuto is a very troublesome and very rare space manipulation system. Although it does not have the ability to tear space, it is still possible to play some tricks like now. Great Sage Fuchuan , I have always looked up to me. The ones here must be the backbone of the Net Guard, which is second only to the Fuchuan Great Sage Guards, and is led by Mr. Nakagawa himself. The strength of the great sage is also heartache, right?"

Matsushima Zero put down his palm, snapped his fingers crisply, squinted his slender eyes into a narrower line, and glanced at the tense and stiff-faced members of the four groups around him, and continued with a half-smile: "Of course, Gu Yue-jun ordered Attacking with all our strength, instead of slowly consuming Fengyue's spiritual power in a wheel battle, is also out of the hope to solve us before Jinglingting finds an abnormality and comes to investigate. After all, attacking the king's secret agents without reason is regarded as attacking the spirit king, which is treasonous A serious crime. Even a special family like the Fuchuan family cannot withstand such a blow——again.”

The silver lightning rushing from the darkness pierced through the space, and the moment the blade danced lightly in the throat, it accurately took away a life, but it was also deeply inserted into the shoulder by the ready-to-go blade in Ichiro Nakagawa's hand, dragging a trail Bloody streamer.

The gradual inclination of the battle situation made Gu Yuejie's frowning brows slightly relaxed, and his uneasy feeling was far away from the edge of the rational dam, so that he could calmly deal with Matsushima Zero Degree's unclear words: "Then please start to ask your soul from now on. His Majesty Wang prays, before the thirteenth squadron of Goutei arrives, you will still be alive."

"Protecting the safety of His Majesty the Spirit King is my only mission. How can I pray for His Majesty who is protected by our sharp blade? Even if I have become a disabled person." The light cast a thick and ambiguous shadow on the corners of the slanted lips, "I just see that Gu Yuejun is so deliberate and painstaking, and I feel sympathetic. So, I just want to provide a gossip." The man who knocked his jaw Fingers straightened slowly, touching the thin lips, "Before coming here, I have informed Captain Yamamoto Motoryasai Shigekuni in advance that the city will be fully supervised by Team Zero during the operation period, so let No matter what happens, he should not send the god of death to investigate, so as not to affect the operation."

"What?" Gu Yuejie opened his eyes wide and dumbfounded uncontrollably.

"Hey, has my language ability degraded?" Matsushima tilted his head and smiled innocently, "I mean, even if this city is directly wiped out from the world by us, the corpse soul The world will not send half a god of death to disrupt the situation. The so-called time-crunching assumption has never existed from the very beginning."

After the words fell, the intense exchange of white fights at the other end of the ruins finally ended with Ichiro Nakagawa pressing Fengyue's injured left shoulder, and buckling back to grab the woman's slender and tender left arm to make a knot.

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A lamp is like a bean, and the night is lonely.

After a long silence, Lan Ran looked sideways at the half moon in the sky, and sighed softly: "The moonlight tonight is rare."

"Indeed, it's a rare night suitable for commemorating death." Fuchuan Hideaki, who was dressed in white clothes, was not surprised by Aizen's change of topic, and he spontaneously followed the crooked building knowingly and interestingly.

"So, my guess is not wrong." Aizen turned his gaze, once again soaked in the flickering firelight, the harsh reflection of the lens vaguely reflected the gentle and quiet outline of the light brown eyes, unfathomable and unpredictable, "Mr. Fuchuan came late at night, and he was wearing a funeral dress, right? I don't know, who is Mr. Fuchuan going to pay homage to?"

"The person I want to pay homage to..." Hideaki Fukawa slowly lowered his eyelids, and the dim yellow light inlaid the end of the thick and upturned eyelashes with a soul-stirring flame streamer. Ambiguous and lingering, almost like a midnight dream of a lover's tender fingertips caressing every sensitive nerve end, "It was an old subordinate of mine, an old friend now, and... those who died because of him Warriors who died for him."