[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

BL—EACH tea

At four in the afternoon, everything stops for tea.

Pingzi wandered among the bookshelves that occupied most of the space in the store, fingertips casually slid across rows of neatly arranged book spines, and finally pulled out a "Caesar" in the history category, which looked like a 4P fit of four bricks. "The Great Emperor" fell into Lan Ran's arms, while he held the clothing magazines he took out from the colorful newspapers and magazines at the door and began to shake them towards the booth near the bar. He still didn't forget to add a sentence without looking back: " You Jie reads such a book, just in time to cultivate the spirit of a king."

Aizen: "..."

Pingzi, don’t think that the big boss Lan is in the world of souls, so he doesn’t know who Caesar is. The villain BOSS who doesn't hear anything outside the window and focuses on rebellion, only loves the country and doesn't love beautiful women, is still a template for a good man, a role model for a good man. From any theory, such a person should stay away from all gossip, bad publications and groundless gossip. , but a while ago, when the "Women's Association Journal" was hot in Western literature, BOSS also had the misfortune to be shot at the curious label of Nicomedes X Caesar, and by the way, from the "Women's Association Journal" that is full of wild imaginations The powerful textual research party has learned that the evaluation of Julius Caesar's life is that he is the man of all women and the woman of all men.

——So, sister Pingzi, what is your intention to show the boss such a serious historical drama?

The booth is placed by the sunny window near the street, and the screen composed of rattan flower brackets ingeniously divides the green and quiet space. The owner of the bookstore (yes, you read that right, this is not a tea house but a bookstore!), A young man of about twenty-eight years old, with delicate and picturesque eyebrows, silver hair and blue eyes, his skin, bones, contours and facial features are perfect and impeccable, just like the best puppeteer's painstaking masterpiece, and he also has an elegant temperament and a calm expression. There is a kind of pleasing to the eye that can only be possessed by the most rigorous etiquette training in his gestures, and he is already standing in front of the booth in a leisurely manner.

The boy's silver-blue eyes flashed across the fresh-faced blue-dyed face, rare as some kind of mysterious and beautiful precious metal eye color and silver crystal hair. An indescribable sense of familiarity.

In the next second, Pingzi's frivolous and elegant Kansai dialect answered all the doubts: "I'll follow the old rules to have a cup of Keemun black tea, a plate of pastries and candied fruit; for Soyousuke, a cup of Ceylon black tea, more milk and less sugar, For refreshments, please follow the set meal A, the taste is lighter, Miss Fengyue."

While sitting on the soft red leather sofa familiarly, Pingzi handed the record under his arm to the elegant and elegant boy: "Oh, this is a new record I bought, please trouble Miss Fengyue."

In the past, she was inseparable from the scales of Matsushima Zero Degree, and she was like a legendary beautiful female oiran who was bound behind the back of Matsushima Zero Degree. Now she is in the place of ghosts and opened in an unknown corner of Karakura Town. The owner of a bookstore with a weird name that looks like a tea house, a handsome young man who can change roles freely, just nodded and smiled politely: "Please wait a moment, please feel free to tell me if you need anything."

"The one just now was...Miss Fengyue from Fengyue District?" Lan Ran put the book in her hand on the table between the booths, without the cover of the black-rimmed glasses who were both in the way and an eyesore, and her slightly narrow brown eyes were in front of her. Exciting playfulness is fleeting.

Pointing the handsome male model wearing a patent leather coat on the cover with a deep, cold and sinister temperament at Aizen, the Kansai dialect came from the top of the book under the bangs leisurely: "Matsushima Zero's bad taste, but look at the reaction of Soyousuke It seems to be the same type.”

In front of a person with ulterior motives who openly conspired against another person of the same sex, this kind of thing that eats from the bowl and looks at the pot, and misses the roast chicken on someone else's plate before the duck is cooked, let alone the boss. The setting that has been lacking in love since the beginning of life, whether it can be paid or not, the debt is so high that it will not be settled in the next life, even if the big boss of the big blue really loves a crazy BTYD evildoer with red hair, purple eyes and coquettish eyes like silk. On the same level, OOC has set up a character template and plans to open the NP mode to collect and attack three thousand. Now that the empress of the palace is still on the opposite side of the equator and has not fallen into the bowl, she will definitely clamp the fox's tail to cover up her philandering nature.

At present, I habitually push the glasses, and when I find that the bridge of the nose is empty, I change it to caress the tip of the nose: "I am just surprised by the taste of Mr. Matsushima Zero Degree." The moment the fingertips brushed the nose, Aizen raised his eyes and stared deeply. Looking at the blond man whose face was covered by a huge magazine cover, and who was slumped in the sofa with his legs crossed, "I've always liked only Captain Pingzi."

The casual and comfortable sound of the trumpet sounded coldly, filling the small space of the bookstore. The man opposite folded the opened magazine in half, and put one free hand on the leather armrest, slender, graceful and delicate. The white middle finger struck a silent beat, and the ruby ​​ring at the root of the finger was as scarlet as blood.

Like a mud cow entering the sea, like a stone sinking into a river, the man on the opposite side seems to be immersed in the world created by the staff, indifferent and silent are golden.

Fengyue walked into the claustrophobic space with black tea in a timely manner, breaking the increasingly silent and even more embarrassing atmosphere. The metal saucer collided with the table and made a soft sound. The alluring beauty who lived in seclusion in the world looked back and smiled slightly: "Mr. Pingzi is always very quiet here, and he won't speak until he finishes drinking this cup of tea."

The bottom of the cup made of the same material was tapped on the metal tea tray, and the crystal clear tea soup rippled with golden red ripples. The Fengyue boy folded his hands together and walked out of the vine-entangled screen with a low smile.

The silence continued to spread unscrupulously after the owner of the bookstore left. Aizen picked up the heavy tome in his hand and calmly flipped through the half-truths and half-false history page after page.

Amidst the joyful jumping notes of jazz, a sudden drum beat suddenly sounded, hitting the unsuspecting heart. At the same time, the sky in Karaza Town, which was originally blue and clear, turned into a tofu that was torn apart and riddled with holes. Scumbag project, a place where ghosts run rampant and demons dance wildly.Looking around, the psyker's eyes reversed day and night instantly.

Countless criss-crossed black cracks are like empty eye sockets that open and close one after another, gradually closing behind the strange-shaped evil spirit wearing a hard and pale mask with strange shapes and fine bones. The scarlet pupils behind the mask instinctively chase after the bait dispersed in the air. Sweet, and then follow the greedy instinct to fly to the arena where the Quincy and the God of Death are childishly fighting.

With slender fingers lingering on the edge of the empty teacup, Hirako put down the magazine in his hand and picked up a candied fruit and put it in his mouth. His bulging cheek was still miraculously articulate in his Kansai accent: "The Quincy Master When did false bait gain such an exaggerated appeal? If this continues, wouldn’t even Killian come to join in the fun?” ——As one of the parties involved in the battle of the Quincy 200 years ago, Mako Hirako is by no means one of those The famous subspecies of human beings, the Quincy, can only talk about it from the illustrated book, and they have no experience.In the bloody battles that were all-consuming, the Quincy Division used this bait that otherworldly creatures flock to more than once to drive brutal and chaotic visitors from otherworldly worlds to act as cannon fodder that consumes the Death God's combat power.In the end, they got burned and played with fire, and Killian and even Yachukas occasionally ran in and smashed the field. The result was often that the dealer took all the bulldozers and turned the two sides upside down.But even if the existing Quincy uses up all the stocks, it is impossible to create this spectacular scene comparable to that of the cannon fodder army in the heyday of Quincy, even if it is the famous ghost town of Karakura It is impossible for the skill bonus to be so cruel.The virtual bait is a lazy equipment specially prepared for the Quincy to destroy natural enemies without leaving home. The virtual that it recruits at one time will never exceed the upper limit that a Quincy can safely destroy, otherwise there is no need for Death God to hold up the Zanpakuto Come to crusade, just this kind of equipment that can't even guarantee the most basic security, similar to Russian gambling, can make the Quincy exterminate very rhythmically.

"Hello." Pingzi finally lazily raised his listless eyelids, revealing a pale gray iridescence, and nodded his head with a probe. The modern non-mainstream abstraction of Picasso would be willing to bow down and bruise the visual nerves. The face changes on the retina like a lantern, and the Kansai accent draws out the slick and rising sound with a calm and leisurely manner, "Karakura-cho is now so It's hilarious, is it your fault? Soyousuke."