[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Xiliuhun Street, District 72, Black Market

The Fifty Districts behind Liuhun Street is a decadent, chaotic, desolate and dangerous wasteland. It is a breeding ground for robbers, robbers, thieves, killers, and prostitutes. It is a paradise for all practitioners who operate bloody and illegal businesses.

And the black market is the most beautiful and enchanting flower of evil blooming in this chaotic place where every inch of the land is soaked with blood gushing from the neck.

The black market, as its name suggests, is a market that provides supplies, information, sales of stolen goods, employment, and even entertainment to groups and individuals in the [-]th district behind Liuhun Street and even the entire Liuhun Street who are outside the law of Jinglingting, and is hidden at any time. On both sides of the bustling streets with blood splattered three feet or in hidden workshops underground, all kinds of stolen goods are dismantled, extracted, reorganized, and transformed day and night, and finally processed into various unrecognizable ones. The goods flowed into Jingling Court through absolutely legal channels, and the countless money in this in-and-out cycle was like the breathing pulse of the entire black market, keeping this desolate and barren land full of sinful vigor and vitality.

Here, you can exchange fifty rings for a pot of water, a piece of cake, a glass of the worst wine mixed with water, the right to use a small and dirty single room for one night, or you can exchange it for a message, A piece of weight, a down-and-out killer to kill for you, the first night of a prostitute with innocent eyes and a delicate body.

Here you can spend money like water and live a life comparable to that of an emperor, without any scruples, and sing songs every night, but in the next second you may say something more, look at it more, and know something more that you shouldn't know Become a corpse crawling on the street, letting the blood in the chest gradually lose temperature to smear the wall before the scavenger arrives.

This is the blissful paradise of desperadoes licking blood with blades, and also the hell of red lotus stretching their bodies proudly under the bright sun.

Here follows the most primitive, bloody, brutal and violent jungle law-the winner is king, and the weak prey on the strong.Only the fittest survive.

Here, the weak do not live well, and the strong do not die well.

And a long, long time ago, so long that he hadn't become the captain, hadn't been in Mao for a long time, and all the conspiracies and schemes had begun to emerge, and when all the planning and layout were still ambiguous, Mako Hirako was once the king of District 76, but He has never stepped into the black market.

It was a man-eating quagmire, and Poppy, who had learned it once, would never forget it in his life.At the edge of the memory that Hirako used to be able to trace back, the man with a blurred face said with a smile like this, and then he never came back after leaving the next time.

But at this moment, Pingzi wrapped herself in a large black cloak, and the exquisite and complicated pattern woven with silver silk on the belt shone brightly under the exceptionally clear sky of the black market.

Hirako's destination is an izakaya. The izakaya with the same name as the black market enters from the entrance on the east side of the black market. It is said that it does not need to walk 100 meters along the most spacious and straight avenue.

However, in this short distance, Pingzi has seen 36 thefts, [-] murders, five gangs divided into two battles, there are always painful or strange voices coming from hidden dark alleys, dark In the corner you can always find greedy or numb eyes.

The shops on both sides are full of beautiful things. The goods sold range from daily necessities of daily necessities to weapons and armor that have long been prohibited from being sold or even destroyed by the Jingling Court. The limbs bound by spiritual pressure were piled up in a messy way, allowing passers-by to comment on them.

Tsk tsk... What kind of world is this, beautiful boys are more popular than girls.Hirako stopped in front of a stall owner with a yellow headband on his head - the black eyes in the middle of his forehead represented that he even had the right to sell the god of death.

"Hello..." Hirako pressed the voice changer below his throat, and spoke the most authentic Jinglingting official common language that he hadn't seen for a long time. He only uttered a single sound, and the man who was spitting was flattered and stopped the transaction, " What would your lord want?"

Pingzi glanced at the many black cloaks around, and finally confirmed that this set of black cloaks prepared by Matsushima Zero Degree definitely had a mystery he didn't know: "If I want to order a black robe (Reaper), how long will it take?"

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then he piled up a more obsequious smile: "It depends on your requirements. Gender, strength, appearance, life and death, team, time, place and people will all affect the delivery time. Now Jingling The world is peaceful in the court, and it is not easy for us to fish in troubled waters. Of course, if you are not so picky about the mental state of the goods, we have a special way to get you the goods that satisfy you."

The so-called special way is actually a nest of maggots, right?Hiding in the shadow of the hood, Pingzi's brows furrowed silently: "Can the officer also get it?"

"This kind of high-end product has been rare since the Reiatsu monitoring of the Technology Development Bureau has been popularized to the chief officer level. My lord, please hold your hand high, and don't embarrass the villain."

Pingzi pondered for a moment, then turned to the izakaya with a huge "Black Market" plaque hanging behind him without saying a word.

The layout of the black market izakaya is not different from that of ordinary izakayas. The only difference is that the guests drinking here are all wearing black robes, and their faces are unclear, and... there is a romantic style that makes people think of the boss as the proprietress The impulsive izakaya owner who came to use?

All in all, Hirako chose a place by the window and ordered a pot of green plum wine, but when the wine was served, the owner of the izakaya with silver threads like waterfalls and starry eyes winked and held his little hand and ate at least a basketful of tofu. I don’t feel emotional in my heart, sure enough there is a sky beyond the sky, there are people beyond people, there is a mountain as high as a mountain, the strong has its own strong hand, ever since I have seen the masterpiece of Jinglingting’s "The Real Chaos in Your Circle", it is synonymous with human beings, a drunken man Realization—Hideaki Fukawa, he thought that there would never be another man who could look more enchanting and charming than the man who was always in the state of being naked or about to be naked, The eyelids twitched so that all the arrector pili muscles on his back collectively did a sit-up to pay the highest respect.but……

Pingzi glanced at the fingertips that had crossed the bony wrist and was continuing to climb towards the forearm, and pulled back his arm calmly for the third time, but was caught again by the other party who took advantage of the situation and drew an ambiguous circle on the palm of his hand Fingertips that are about to slip away.These days, even men are sexually harassed, don't you think it's too crazy? !

"Won't this gentleman buy me a drink?" The man who almost fell into Pingzi's arms winked and smiled sweetly.

Pingzi controlled the tense body that couldn't be restrained for a moment, tried his best to suppress the impulse to raise his arms and throw the man in his arms with provocative eyes and provocative behavior out of the window, and said in a cold voice without looking sideways: "The shop is run by the boss. , the wine is served by the boss, if you really want to treat guests, shouldn't the boss treat me to a drink?"

Skin white Shengxue's translucent fingertips gently grasped the brim of Hirako's hood, and the owner of the izakaya curled up his beautiful red lips and smiled ecstatically: "Drink my wine, and you are mine."

Pingzi's hood trembled, he pondered for a moment, and calmly pasted the palm of his hand on the flat chest carved by snow jade behind the loose skirt of the master here, and calmly prolonged the end of the interrogative sentence: "Boss, is your 'sex'?"

"Isn't it clear enough that your hands are placed in such a place?"

"I see the boss's demeanor and brows are mellow, and I think you have changed from a beard to a bosom."

"……you……"

"Boss Bai, I said earlier that my friend has sharp teeth and tongue like a knife, you can't take advantage of it." The sliding door of the private room on one side was suddenly opened, and a man also wearing a black cloak and a silver belt, The tall, short, fat, thin, beautiful and ugly man, Chi Yan, was kneeling upright by the table, half-turning his hood and jokingly speaking.

The owner of the izakaya known as Boss Bai even rolled his eyes in all kinds of charms, but his movements when he stood up were smooth and neat: "I'm just curious about what a boring man like you has been thinking about for so many years. People..." His eyes turned like streams of beaded eyes, "... really strong enough."

Pingzi drank the green plum wine at hand, also stood up long, and walked into the open box. The moment the wooden sliding door slowly closed behind him, Pingzi opened the hood that covered his face, speaking in a Kansai accent. The corners of the exaggeratedly raised lips twisted and flowed: "Long time no see, your meeting ceremony is really unique. Cangwu."