[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"This is... a confession in disguise?" The purple eyes that seemed to be nothing in Mieshi Pure Land's eyes turned to the deep eyes, and the dark eyes slipped thoughtfully from Lan Ran's unmoving smile to Pingzi's impatience. Three points of curiosity, seven points of joking, and 12 points of teasing chuckled, "How many cute boys did you trick into your hands with this trick?"

Although the golden retriever leader who has been unreliable for thousands of years in the masked army no longer explodes like a restless adolescent, the golden retriever is full of hair, like a cock full of excess hormones, after listening to someone's comment, it is still very suitable for the occasion A series of crossroads floated above his head, and he turned on the map gun mode with his eyes wide open and his teeth grinning: "...don't you think that the effect of this adjective on the guy behind you is not weird but terrifying?"

"Is it scary?" Apparently Mieshi Pure Land also didn't give up the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tease the villain BOSS, shrugging his shoulders, "In my eyes, my disciples are all cute, and among them, Yousuke and The truth is, you are the best.”——Obviously, someone’s mental attack in the form of talking guns also has a vast coverage like the territory of the Celestial Dynasty.

"Arguing with you is definitely one of the most stupid things in the world." Pingzi frowned fiercely, expressing the excellent virtue of a good gentleman not fighting with a real villain, and went on his own When the sarcasm skills became more and more proficient and reached the peak, he honestly acted as a background board to beautify the environment, and lay innocently in front of the blue boss who was shot in the knee without doing anything, grinning the corners of his mouth that were about to hook behind his ears, "Tsk, I am Hiyori’s slippers got your head broken and you want to protect you, right? Letting you be killed by the aftermath of the battle between those two bastards won’t everything be resolved?”

"If Captain Hirako finds it difficult..." Aizen's words were interrupted by the face in front of him that suddenly enlarged to horror, the gray eyes of the man with neat and excessively golden bangs hung quietly in the narrow and long eye sockets, dragging The Kansai accent abruptly turned Sanbai's cold eyes into nonchalant laziness, "It's not embarrassing, it's just uncomfortable."

The owner of the gray eyes suddenly withdrew his neck, which was stretched to the limit, and waved his sleeves casually. An invisible ripple spread in all directions at the moment the sleeves were waved. Under the traction, they staggered into an unbreakable barrier, completely isolating the surrounding space from the two dangerous elements outside.

"Hey!" Pingzi tapped the invisible barrier in front of him again, and a layer of light ripples rippled in the air, "Songshima Lingdu, you bastard, remember to add another layer of protection before you start fighting, I don't want to be attacked by you!" The weird power of this pervert shreds."

"Anxin West Road, I have no intention of defeating him with my own abilities today." Mieshi Pure Land brushed off the non-existent dust on the front of his shirt, "I told you, why do I have to let you watch this battle."

"Although you guys say ten sentences, all ten sentences are true, but seven sentences are nonsense, two sentences are nonsense, and one sentence is a pure modal particle. All in all, none of the sentences sound useful .”

The thick skin of Mieshi Pure Land, who was criticized by Mako Hirako's Kansai dialect, is worthy of a praise that is unrivaled in the world. Hearing this, he just shrugged his shoulders gracefully, and said with a graceful smile: "Well, I know you This guy who underestimates the power of language will give me such unteachable answers. Didn’t I say that I will give you a personal and last demonstration?”

"Then you can tell me now, what the hell is this demonstration that has to lock me and Yousuke together?" Mako Hirako obviously still wants to be locked in the same cage as the former CP who hates each other Li was very dissatisfied, and the Kansai accent was still angry and aggressive, "I hate the fact that you pretend to be a ghost when things come to an end. This is the case with intelligence, and this time it is the same. You and the guy next to me are from the same The planet, right? If you don’t pretend, you will kill the star people!"

Once again, he was shot while lying down, and the blue boss whose knees were sprayed into briquettes helplessly pushed the certification mark and mascot on the bridge of his nose, and the gentle smile on his lips finally revealed an indisputable bitterness: "Pingzi team leader……"

"Shut up, Soyousuke!" Without even looking back, Hirako burst out in a domineering, queen-like Kansai accent, directly uttering the second half of the sentence that Big Boss Lan had not yet said. Successfully silenced, "I have done what you asked me to do, even in exchange, you should announce the answer to the mystery, right? Matsushima Zero."

"Pfft——" Witnessing the subtle interaction between the captain and deputy captain of the 100th squad that had been in the past for [-] years, Hideaki Sukawa, who had drawn half of the long knife, was pushed back into the scabbard again, with red hair and purple eyes. A ray of uncontrollable smile bloomed on the man's lips, and the bright and colorful face made the smile in his eyes gorgeous, "I really haven't made any progress at all... If you continue like this, you will never want to stand up in front of Xiao Zhenzi in this life, Ai Ran-kun .”

"Don't bother Mr. Fukawa, as long as Captain Hirako likes it." (You don't need to meddle in other people's business, I'm not interested in anything on Soyousuke except his life.)

One high, one low, one fast, one slow, one frivolous, one steady, the mellow voices spoke and ended almost at the same time. The slightly drawn-out endings of the disparate words overlapped with an inexplicable and harmonious resonance, causing the blond to tremble. The person concerned turned his head and looked back at him with a knife-like glance.

Hideaki Fukawa simply poked the Zanpakuto with its sheath on the ground as a temporary crutch, shaking with laughter: "A wonderful performance with the synchronization rate MAX..." His slender and snow-white fingertips wiped the moist and moist corners of his eyes, red hair The man half-opened his blurred purple eyes, letting his silky and soft voice spread into a coquettish and beautiful sound wave in the air, "You make me look forward to your next performance even more, Pure Land."

"It's a great honor to please you." The Mieshi Pure Land bowed and bowed with one hand on his chest, with an elegant posture and a humble tone, but his straight back was proudly straightened from the beginning to the end, "I guarantee that the next experience will definitely make you happy This life is not in vain, Boss Fuchuan."

The man in black straightened his body again, but he did not let go of the slender fingers wrapped in the snow-white cloth above the heart, still revealing a graceful posture that cannot be ignored. His dark and deep eyes turned to be isolated by the transparent barrier The blond mask who was far away from the battlefield had a deep smile on his lips: "The next demonstration is very important, and this is the only time, Mako, you must watch carefully, and don't ignore any tiny details."

The voice fell, and the man who seemed to have no spiritual pressure continued to radiate outwards from his perception. He disappeared from the spiritual pressure sensor without a trace, and his vision was distorted by distance and air into a colorful, grotesque, meaningless, even Picasso understood. Impossible abstract painting, a slender white palm slowly protruding from the twisted center, behind the wrist as white as snow is half a piece of black and faint green frivolous clothes, completely different from the simple straw sandals of the god of death, The silk shoes with soft and comfortable soles slide silently on the shiny spar ground, and the hair, which is darker than midnight, is like a waterfall pouring down with soft arcs following the undulations of the light steps .The man slowly walked out of the twist that seemed to lead to a different dimension that no one knew about, gently and soothingly raised the messy bangs on his forehead that almost touched the tip of his nose, revealing his hair that was covered in uneven lengths and shreds Segmented shattered faces.

The center of the slender eye sockets is a rich, almost pitch-black dark green, and the gentle and soft facial features are mediocre because there are no too sharp edges and corners. However, no one will abandon him in the barrenness of memory after seeing this man Just as no one can deny the most casual touch of his eyes and lips, which penetrates into the heart.

——He is the most authentic and gentle dream floating in this troubled world, always hovering in the most distant and within reach.

——From the beginning to the end, from life to death, from meeting to encounter to the eternal farewell between heaven and man, no one has ever owned even the shortest moment.

——So he is recalled in the passing time, engraved in the torrent of memory, and mentioned again and again in the past scenery. The soul is engraved into the heart, and finally solidifies into the only scenery on the lonely journey to the Yellow Springs. In Fuchuan Yingming's eyes, the most enchanting and beautiful flower of the other side blooms with blood dripping from the heart.

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, the flashy and illusory gentleness turned into a coveted covetous aura at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, and his dark green pupils passed over every dull and speechless face: "I will kill you——with the way of knowing the other side, assisting you..." Chuan Yingming."