[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Are you an idiot? Kisuke Urahara!" The woman's high-pitched, high-pitched roar can be inferred from the old and tattered eyes that the so-called sound insulation for personal privacy is about equal to nothing, trembling under the impact of sound waves like the raging sea tide Came from behind the door.

"Hey, hey...Ye Yisang, you are not a black cat, why are you still catching people?" Soon after, another timid voice sounded, judging from Ai Ai's tone in the weak period, the owner who could make up the voice was here It must be very unmanly at this moment. The aggrieved cat is in the corner bearing the wrath of the fierce female in front of him.

Fortunately, the former commander-in-chief of the secret maneuvering army, Tai Shan, who collapsed in front of him without changing his face, has always been very good at nourishing his energy as a professional characteristic. After a roar of out-of-control rage, his voice has returned to a rational and calm voice without emotion: "My There is a problem at work, but you ask Makoto to clean up the mess for you. You don’t know what Aizen thinks about Mako. You must be happy if Aizen’s beastly behavior takes Mako back to the virtual circle and becomes Mrs. Yazhai ?!"

"Hey?——" the black-bellied store manager, who is happy with the situation, uttered a silly single voice that did not fit Chengfu's deep personality label. For the first time, there was some obvious uncertainty in his laughing voice, "Ai Ran shouldn't be like this. Let's do it? Hey hey hey hey...Ye Yisang, catch people and don't scratch your face!"

The female voice who hates iron and steel is full of despair for the irreversible and irreversible EQ of a certain clog hat: "Why can't he do that? Once Mako accidentally misses the trap, Aizen finds out that he is actually the only one who came to intercept him." people,……"

"Of course I am a gentleman who knows the current affairs, so I gave up resisting the burden and ran away obediently with Soyousuke to Xuquan." The Kansai dialect with a playful tone and a humorous accent came from the window that was suddenly opened, and the voice was not slow or fast. He cut off the cat demon queen's unfinished words just right, leaned on the sloping branches in front of the yard, stretched out a long and slender finger and raised the brim of the beret on his forehead. The white and neat teeth of the blond man shone coldly in the sun. Shining, the rising ending sound is twirling funny on the flexible tip of the tongue, "But I have to correct one thing, even if Yousuke robs me, he will still be the husband of the village. The men of the Pingzi family are destined to become kings."

"...Although Ling Wang looks very frustrated, why do I still feel very emotional once I get used to this setting?" He was holding the American Stars and Stripes on his left face and the English Union Flag on his right face, and he almost had a sun on his forehead. The flag shows the patriotism of the store manager's collar, and the Queen who blatantly commits domestic violence in broad daylight without changing his face and heartbeat, stops at the critical moment and is about to kiss the woman under the crooked hat brim of the store manager. The fist in the eye socket is like a thinker with affectionate brain fill.

——Hey hey hey, Ping X Wang is so cold and angry that the cold CP that freezes thousands of miles away and the thermometer directly falls below the freezing point and dives towards absolute zero can also sprout. The appointment of the Women's Death Association is really based on the size of the brain. Arranged in descending order from largest to smallest?Even professional doujin girls who are rotten to the bone should have their own integrity and bottom line, hey!What are you doing with such a wonderful Lalang and Princess Yeyi?Could it be that Big Boss Lan worked so hard and finally, under the light of the protagonist's special mentally handicapped halo, that he decided to refine the ruinous and indefatigable magic weapon of Bengyu into the natal Nascent Soul? With tears in our eyes and blood pressure soaring, the Throne of Heaven has lofty aspirations, but because His Majesty the Spirit King is close to the water with his orthodox status, and without his knowledge, he has formed a feud with the BOSS, which is the hatred of killing his father and seizing his husband. in heaven? !The basic prototype of the butterfly wings that set off a revolutionary storm that shook the whole world turned out to be a blue face in anger? !His Majesty the King of Ling really wants lasagna and tears to flow back into the river. This is really a person sitting at home, and the disaster comes from the sky. He honestly stays at home in the palace to sleep and lie down. Just the knees!

Captain Urahara, who was still being held by the collar by Ye Yi, had to bend over to cope with the unnegligible height difference between the two, said that the spiritual world of technical nerds and senior rots is not built in the same dimension, and they danced in circles holding hands on their foreheads. The dancing "?" turned to look at Hirako Mako who was hanging upside down on a tree branch like a bat and turned his hat curiously: "Senior Hirako, what is Yoichi-san talking about?"

Also in the editorial department of the Women's Association Journal all the year round, this mysterious, different-dimensional blond man raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes raised in an inscrutable way: "Ye Yi means—the Royal Family Space has a lot of JQ, and the Jingling Court has a lot of CP."

Although he still has a little understanding of the strange interaction between Hirako-senpai and Yaichifa-sama, the shop manager Urahara, who has vaguely caught ominous clues, decided to play on the characteristics of a profiteer who seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, and decisively changes the topic. : "Is everything going well? Senior Pingzi."

"It's just a narrow escape." When it came to business, Pingzi's eyes flashed, and his tone subconsciously sank, his legs loosened, his body twisted, and he turned over gracefully in mid-air and landed gracefully. Fighting with Sousuke in the store."

"Huh—" Kisuke Urahara straightened his green hat that was about to tilt to the back of his head, and habitually lowered the brim of the hat with his knuckle fingers, "Since we only made a move when we arrived at Miss Fengyue's shop, Aizen probably wouldn't do it lightly no matter what. Yes. He doesn't have the extra time to drift in time and space when he loses his way."

"Before this, although Soyousuke had doubts about me appearing alone in Karakura Town, he probably didn't realize that the problem was with you. Until Ms. Fengyue activated the inherent enchantment of the shop, he only speculated that it was I want to harm him and destroy his plan in Karakura Town. But..." Hirako Mako slowly frowned with a serious face, and opened her thumb to brush the thin lips that were drawn into a line, "...your subsequent actions are really amazing. It's too obvious, even with Miss Fengyue's space enchantment, I had to use a little unconventional means to divert Soyousuke's attention. I'm not sure if he would notice anything wrong afterwards. When he left, he asked What is the purpose of my going to Jinglingting? I'm afraid he didn't guess [-]% of our plan, but he already understood [-]% or [-]%." ——Sister Pingzi's kind Meituxiu showed the process of sacrificing Hue.

"Has the purpose been noticed?" Urahara Kisuke took out a small fan out of nowhere, and habitually slapped it in front of his unshaven chin, "Well, although it is a bit unexpected, but if the other party is blue Ran is not too surprising. This plan is both a conspiracy and an opportunity. Even if you know that it is to take Kuri Aizen from the fire, you will never give up. In contrast, I am more curious about Hirako-senpai's answer. At that time, with your Personality will definitely not lie to Aizen, and you have never told me why you insisted on returning to the Soul Soul Realm at such a chaotic time, taking unnecessary risks."

Hunchbacked and shoulders slanted, Mako Hirako was spread out on a tall and straight tree trunk like a boneless one, her light gray pupils showed a narrow line behind her half-closed eyelids, a fleeting cold reflection After passing the irises, the listlessness became even more lazy: "The reason why I must return to Jinglingting in this eventful autumn..."

The sudden rapid flapping of the bird's wings interrupted the Kansai accent that was about to reveal the mystery, and the next moment a swift gray lightning dexterously landed on Pingzi's shoulder and turned into a dusty and inconspicuous little The little sparrow, the sparrow affectionately pecked at the neat and meticulous blond hair next to the master's ear, then spread its wings and slid obediently to Pingzi's open palm, turning into a white ball full of beautiful hairpin flowers in lower script.Pingzi opened the upper eyelid that was close to the border with the lower eyelid, and the slender eyebrows trembled subconsciously following the handwriting on the white silk, and then silently handed the latest news of Jinglingting to the black-bellied profiteer: "Answer Right up here."

Urahara Kisuke took the thin gauze from Hirako's hand, and quickly glanced at the black and white letters displayed above the latitude and longitude: "Fukukawa Hideaki has returned to the Qingjing Pagoda forest today, pale, weak and short of breath... the spiritual pressure is almost Yu Wu... seems to be recovering from a serious illness?"

"The last important actor is here..." Hirako took off the beret on his head and held it in the palm of his hand, a Kansai accent whispered from the corners of his sharp lips, "This is a very exciting The much-anticipated show will finally be tonight—the official start.”