[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The sky in the Soul Realm is as blue as washing, and it looks even worse from such a high place.Zero Degree Matsushima looked at the white clouds that were almost within reach, and the thin clouds and mist spread out in front of his eyes, and the distant towns in the field of vision were faintly visible and unreal.Zero Degree Matsushima raised his hand to press the left eye wrapped under the bandage. With a little force, he could feel the fragile and healed wound crack and bleed again. Who is the owner of the body penetrated at this moment, and all the discomfort seems to have found a reason enough to endure.

When Shibu San appeared in front of the door, what he saw was such a bloody but strangely brutal picture. The handsome and unusual young man's handsome face, which should have matured day by day, seemed to be frozen in a distant place by time. And in the ethereal moment, no matter how time goes by and how time goes by, the smooth and clear outline, the mountainous and elegant side face is always young and unusually young, the unique immature, delicate and green seal is carved on every slender and flexible bone In the novel, the naive and ignorant temperament properly conceals the vigilant mystery and confusion derived from too cruel and treacherous circumstances and too complicated and dangerous experiences.This was supposed to be the most perfect protective color to cover up the cruel truth, but at this moment, the gorgeous bloodstains across the corners of the eyes, the nose, soaking the lips, tongue and chin, splitting the whole face in two, made this face that had long been out of the childish state exude a childish look The brutal bloodthirsty, innocent and cruel.

It's just three things, I almost want to hold my forehead and sigh, I don't know if it's because of the self-abuse plot of the person in front of me who doesn't love himself or because of the loss of the entire right arm, half of the shoulder and part of the internal organs hidden under the thin quilt, only relying on a layer of weirdness The bloody film barely maintains a broken body that does not make people think of the word utterly.

"It's already broken like this, so why don't you make it even more broken to increase my workload?" Shi Busan shook his head helplessly, "Although you can't see yourself now, but Can't you just take the old man's fragile digestive system into consideration and stop putting on such a scary pose?"

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There was a sound of water that was so slippery that it reminded people of the uncomfortable feeling of viscous liquid crawling on the skin, and Matsushima zero degrees clamped the broken eyeball that was pulled out from the eye socket with two fingers. Smiling, the degree of biochemical crisis even eclipsed the bright sunlight outside the window: "I have confidence in your nerve toughness, and I don't have a hobby of self-torture, but I just suddenly found a person who doesn't know whether to count it as good or bad. I lost my sense of pain."

Things are nothing but three. At this moment, the forehead that feels aching must be covered with blue veins and black lines that are more winding and tangled than a creeper, and there are more intersections than Minotaur's villas. A nonchalant face makes others feel nervous, and by the way, it often touches the chest: "This can only prove one thing, your head was ruined by the black coffin."

As things got closer and closer, Matsushima Zero Degree on the hospital bed, the blood-colored film that almost covered the entire right half of his body burst and disappeared with a crisp sound, replaced by a complete body that rebuilt, regenerated and healed at an astonishing speed, and grew out first The smooth and white bones, followed by the squirming and trembling missing parts of the internal organs, the lost vision of the left eye gradually became clear after a ignorance, and the moment when the pale and fleshless fingertips were lightly pressed three times, the skin and muscles Almost at the same time, the hard bones covering the joints and the spreading skin on the shoulders merge seamlessly at the position above the elbows.

Subconsciously, Matsushima subconsciously moved the stiff joints. The rapid growth of the transparent and round nails on the fingertips brought a long-lost slight tingling pain, and he curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction: "In addition to needing to do some exercises to restore this arm Establish a specific conditioned reflex, perfect. To some extent, this can also be regarded as a very different kind of immortality?"

"No matter how perfect the immortal body is, it's of no use to you." Shi Busan leaned on the bedside with a little tiredness, and carefully pinned the hair of Matsushima's zero degree that obscured his sight behind the small and delicate pinnae.

Matsushima Zero, who seems to be accustomed to things that are only three too intimate, just raised his eyebrows: "Well, you are right in saying that, but can't you expose it later, so I can be happier for a while?"

"With all due respect, based on what I know about you, I really don't see any of your muscle cells that are happy because of this incident." Shi Busan tapped the back of Matsushima Zero Degree's head with his fingers helplessly, "Aren't you talking to Xiao Mako? Cultivating relationships and always preparing to pry the corner of the BOSS, how did you make yourself into such a dying look?"

"Of course it's because the BOSS found out that I had eaten a bear's heart and a leopard dared to pry his corner. In order to defend the ownership of the peach blossoms in the backyard, he deceived the master and killed the ancestor mirror Hua Shuiyue." The red cannon was surrounded by clouds and mist, and at the end he gestured intoxicatedly, "It's just this kind of knife, it's more molested than I was back then, ah, no, he had a lot of progress when he was a man, it really made me as a person The teacher is very pleased."

Do you want to be filled with righteous indignation and solemnly protest that the disciple who has been tossed out by one hand has no respect for his superiors and commits crimes, or are you happy with his rapid growth in strength?It's just a matter of three glances at the intelligent Matsushima Lingdu on the top of Seven Emotions, and decided to show consideration for this idiot in front of him who knows the wise words of cherishing life and staying away from bosses, but who always knowingly commits crimes, even though he personally knows the person in front of him very well. What idiots are best at is to give some sunshine and it will be brilliant, and some floods will be flooded, and they will push their noses and put their noses on their faces: "Whoever makes someone promise a thousand dollars will follow through, it is as good as Kuchiki's financial reputation. Realm, your promise can already be taken out and exchanged for money."

"Are you mocking me?" Zero Duo Matsushima smiled shamelessly and calmly, and the background was so gentle that winter jasmine flowers bloomed all over the mountains and plains. "What you want to say is actually to cheat money."

"Your expression now makes me suddenly want to say something..."

"Your shameless appearance is quite the style I used to be." The bad boy with blond hair and gray eyes and whale teeth dangled his slender legs beside the railing on the edge of the roof, and held a mask that resembled a pair of binoculars. The instrument of the glasses is concentrating on observing the three small black dots floating in the mid-air. The clog hat puts down the instrument in his hand, and the clear blue sky that has not yet been touched by industrial pollution in the present world is in his field of vision. "Senior Hirako, are you Got the wrong person to talk to?"

With a straw in his mouth, Hirako, who was upturned with the shrinkage of his cheeks, took off the straw in his mouth, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Yo~ I haven't seen you for a long time, and you have learned to talk back, Xiao Xisuke. I Shouldn't you be gratified that you have finally developed a little resistance under the oppression of the little princess?" The voice paused, almost grinning to the corner of the mouth behind the ear, revealing a row of cold, neat and excessive back molars, "I mean it sincerely. Praise you, I used to do things like this kind of thing that I used to peek at Yousuke Sosuke taking a bath in the open-air hot spring while lying in a corner with a telescope. Xiaoxizhu, you are very good at preparing equipment, choosing angles, and hiding places. It’s a professional grade, and it really looks like I used to follow and spy on Soyousuke all over the world.”

... This so-called stalking and voyeurism is simply fun for the two of you, right?Even though he has been in this world for many years, and thinks that he has been tempered by all kinds of strange human beings in this world to have the ultimate nerve line, the profiteer Urahara still couldn't help trembling his fingertips and twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard this sentence Then I said silently in my heart, in other words, it's good to be in the open air here, where is there a hot spring?No, why should I spy on Aizen's hot spring?I'm not interested in men's nudes! ——This sentence is brainwashed a hundred times.

"Ah, without any precautionary measures, isn't Senior Pingzi worried that he will be found out?" Suddenly he found that his sexual orientation that had been steadfast for hundreds of years did not know when a radical tendency appeared, and it was sad to find that his pure concept of mate selection did not know. Unknowingly infected by homosexuality, Feng Zhong, a black-bellied profiteer, messily hugged the little heart that had been beaten and shattered into dumpling stuffing, and asked feebly.

Hirako shook his head, and the frivolous and slippery Kansai dialect gave a very reliable answer in an unreliable tone: "If I was discovered by Soyousuke, you must be responsible, and Soyousuke has a very keen sense When I followed him back then, if I stayed on him for a little longer, I would have been noticed."

"This distance... is too exaggerated." Urahara Kisuke looked at the binoculars in his hand, and then looked at the blue sky with long white clouds. The profiteers in this world who have lost their visual aids cannot see through the divided space of Aizen like Hirako. Guidao pretended, "Even a captain-level god of death at this distance can't see our existence without the aid of equipment."

"Don't be too superstitious about those unreliable data." Never honestly stay on the average level for a few days, it can be called a representative of accidents, the typical Hirako Mako raised his thumb and pointed to the tip of his nose in a special case, " Even without any support, I can see Soyousuke's movements clearly now. What's more, how many Shinigami who can be mixed up to the captain level, who don't have their own special skills?"

"According to recent statistics, I thought that Aizen had put all his energy into the research on Xu, but the current situation looks like..."

"Pay more attention to Shinigami who is fighting with Xu." Hirako gently took over Kisuke Urahara's hesitant ellipsis, lifted the beret on his head and started circling around his fingertips, his light gray eyes drooping lazily A sharp light flashed behind his eyelids, "The reason is very simple, just think about it for a while. Unlike you, Soyousuke is not a pure researcher. He doesn't study all this just to satisfy his thirst for knowledge." And curiosity. All his research, including Beng Yu, is to gain the power to enable him to realize his ambitions, and he is a god of death."

"So in fact, no matter how dangerous the road of breaking the soul barrier of Shinigami is, he will definitely go on it? Because the power of Shinigami is his foundation?" Kisuke Urahara, even though he has not been the director of the Technology Development Bureau for many years, is in the present world. Hiding Tibet and playing peek-a-boo with Blue Boss, a puzzle game that develops intelligence and improves reactions. After playing for many years, it is very difficult to completely degrade IQ and EQ, so almost as soon as Pingzi finished speaking, he instinctively Grasping the core point of the central theme, "If what Aizen pursues is the detachment of one's own strength, then it seems that entering the virtual circle has become an insignificant useless move. Aizen will never virtualize himself, and then Turn it into a god of death, right?"

"Are you an idiot?" Pingzi was completely speechless about someone's strategic vision that was nothing but technology. Could it be that the night when he fled to the world, his failure was not unforgettable enough because of his own mutation, so he seriously hindered the conspiracy of a black-bellied boss with a cuckold? Growth in guile? "Soyousuke is very strong, he is the most powerful Shinigami I have seen so far, and he is also the most arrogant Shinigami I have ever seen. Although they are hostile to each other, in fact Shinigami looks down on Xu, and So Yousuke is probably already so proud that he doesn’t even look down on ordinary gods of death. For such a conceited guy to use low-level virtual power, there is only one possibility other than his sudden insanity—daydreaming.”

"You actually admit that Aizen is strong?" Compared to Hirako's daydreaming analysis, it is obvious that Urahara's profiteer feels that it is even more unreal to hear similar laments about his inferior skills from the same proud and conceited ex-[-]th team captain in his lifetime. Tan, "The sun is rising from the ground... oops - it hurts~~~"

Pingzi withdrew his fist on the profiteer's nose with a blank expression, and rolled his listless dead fish eyes: "There is nothing more cowardly and naive than refusing to admit the obvious facts. If you don't even have the courage to face the truth, you will still lie on the ground for the rest of your life." It is better to be a turtle in the quagmire of failure. If you are lucky enough, you may be able to live as long as the turtle." After a pause, Pingzi put away the playful smile on the corner of his mouth, and said seriously, "But it is not possible to enter the virtual circle. It is said that it is a useless move, although the ghost of the god of death and the ghost of the god of death are not completely equivalent, but in a broad sense, they can also be regarded as the reversal of each other, and can be used as a reference for the ghost of the god of death. Moreover, compared Unpredictable energy that can happen anytime and anywhere from order to disorder, the process from disorder to order is much safer and gentler, which means that the virtual death is easier to be controlled and guided. Even from In his heart, he looks down on the ignorance and desolation of the virtual circle. In the eyes of Youjie, the high-level Daxu will still be regarded as highly plastic experimental materials, obedient tools, and easy-to-use chess pieces. After all... a lot Things are better done with more people.”

"Group P?" The profiteer Urahara put on his fan and smiled wretchedly with a bright expression on his face.

Pingzi calmly glanced at the black-bellied store manager who had created several rumored rivals for him in one sentence, and continued to calmly prolong the Kansai accent: "Although it is the inborn dream of every male creature to accept a harem, according to As far as I know, Soyousuke has no hobbies for humans and animals. So far, the possibility of a threesome should be relatively high."

The Urahara profiteer who almost cut off the fan in his hand==|||: "……………"

"A—————" rubbed the tip of the sore and itchy nose that was often ignored by people unconsciously because of the too eye-catching three bends, and the fluffy and soft silver hair on the top was completely fed by tons of persimmons from the bean sprouts of the past Ichimaru Fox, who had grown into a thin bamboo pole, looked around suspiciously, "Since just now, I have always had a strange feeling as if I was being watched by someone. I wonder if Captain Aizen has noticed anything unusual?"

The battle at the foot once again came to an end with the unsuspecting result that the God of Reaper stationed in the world has turned into a pastry to satisfy his hunger. The man under the drooping hat who had been pondering for a long time said, "It's Kisuke Urahara."

"Kisuke Urahara is in Karakura Town? Then Captain Hirako is also nearby?" Fox Ichimaru perfectly proved his unshakable nature of fearing the chaos of the world in one sentence.The normal brain trough should be: Kisuke Urahara=Beng Yu=strategic game=throne of the sky, and the logic of Ichimaru Fox is: Kisuke Urahara=Mako Hirako=Illegal cohabitation=poking the scar of his boss.

Fortunately, although the villain BOSS is more or less ignorant of people, at least it has not been blinded to the end, and Captain Dongxian dutifully asked a relatively normal question: "What should we do now? Master Aizen."

"Don't worry about it." Ai Ran stepped into the transmigration gate that slowly emerged in midair, her deep and magnetic voice was as sexy as ever, and her gentle and peaceful tone seemed to be narrating an irrefutable fact that had already arrived. Taking it for granted, the more superior, indifferent and arrogant, "Let them watch from the sidelines, and then be soberly aware of their own powerlessness."