[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The frivolous robes were slightly raised in the air, and in an instant, they were laid out on the cold and hard spar floor with the posture of the master kneeling and falling. The dark green eyes were far away from the purple-gold pupils, and the corners of the brows and eyes were always hidden. The smiling man gracefully snapped his fingers, and behind him, the barrier between the shield and the cage, which was said to be the strongest in the world, shattered.

The brown-haired and brown-eyed man folded his hands on the blond man's bleeding chest, trying his best to keep the almost undetectable ups and downs of the man's chest.

Mieshi Pure Land smiled, kneeling on the ground and smiling with his head up, the man who was condescendingly overlooking the bird's-eye view was clearly him, but the moment his four eyes met, the man's lips were thoughtful but The leisurely smile that is clear in the chest is within reach but far away, like the most elegant and cruel devil in the world, standing in the world of mortals, leaving the hatred outside the sky, turning the soul, will, love, hatred, love, and hatred upside down and playing with it at will.

He pointed to the skinny and frail blond man in the ghostly path of spiritual light, who was in danger and his life was hanging by a thread. Then he raised his eyes and looked at him. The red-haired man, with a clear and gentle voice, is half piercingly certain and half innocently curious: "More than 200 years ago, you killed Hara Chibika for Hideaki Sukawa, and I was curious at that time, If you were given another chance to choose, would you choose the other side, or... yourself?"

Hideaki Fukawa silently stares at the man's Youbi eyes, which are clearly the same face, and the same eyes, but because of the completely different characteristics of the soul that manipulates this skin, it reveals a completely different appearance, if Knowing that the other side is an unattainable but yearning dream, then the Pure Land of Extinction is an unfathomable abyss standing behind the gentle dream.

"Do I have any other options?" Hideaki Fukawa smiled, but his voice was filled with relief.

The man with red hair and purple eyes stepped into the boundless sea of ​​blood step by step, just like a perishing aspirant stepping on the way back to the answer and also to fate. After all the unpredictable scenery, it is nothing but desolate and desolate silence. Vigorous ambitions and ambitions are nothing but death and defeat in the end.

He bent down and bowed his head and hugged the pale and weak blond man in a pool of blood. A scarlet aura representing death and ominousness shot up into the sky, but the face of the man sitting cross-legged with his eyes downcast was serene. —a peace of resolute death.

"Yeah, it's such a boring choice that makes you yawn." Mieshi Pure Land half-raised his wide sleeves and gently covered his slightly raised thin lips, "I thought you would at least struggle and hesitate for a while."

The man with downcast eyes in the scarlet aura raised a line of eyelids, and the boundless darkness spread silently in the depths of Zijin's pupils: "From the moment the saber from the other side pierced into Mako's chest, your careful layout has been completed. Impeccable. In this game, there are only two outcomes, either I will die, or I will die together. The result of dying together is just to take advantage of you in vain, and after I rescue Mako, even though I will definitely die, you have to share with me. Go to Huangquan."

"If my guess is right, even if you lose the soul fragments that belong to Yuanzhifang, you who have already become a feather can continue to support for 36 hours, right?" Mieshi Pure Land raised an index finger and touched the corner of his slightly upturned lips in a leisurely way. "In 36 hours, for a Hideaki Fukawa who has already become a feather, let alone crushing me into a spirit child, even the entire soul world can be completely destroyed seventeen or eight times. Then, the extremely smart Fuchuan Dai Since the boss appreciates the exquisite and impeccable layout, why should I leave such a fatal flaw that will obviously kill me?"

Hideaki Fukawa's slow and long breathing stagnated slightly, and even the flame-like spiritual pressure around his body froze for an undetectable moment, and then he smiled coldly: "You plan to let Xiao Mako kill me? If it is Knowing that the other party, even if I have already transformed into a feather under his sword, I will die without life, but even if Xiao Zhenzi has obtained the complete power of the other side, it will not be able to hurt even a single hair of my hair."

"I didn't intend to let Mako come and kill you." Mieshi Pure Land straightened his back, and slowly narrowed his deep and dark eyes that did not know when the obsidian would recover, "Did I say that, I will kill you with my own hands."

The moment the voice fell, Fukawa Hideaki's palm on Hirako's chest also left the gently undulating chest. At the same time, the tall and straight back of the man who was supposed to stand tall suddenly stiffened, and Zijin's eyes dilated in disbelief. Reaching the limit of the narrow and long eye sockets, he murmured astringently: "You..."

Black, overwhelming black, boundless and overwhelming black is like a flood peak accumulated at the apex behind a breached dam, rushing out from the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs and bones of Hideaki Sukawa, gushing thinly in every fragile orifice on the human body Surging, viscous like glue, stagnant like asphalt, the black liquid quickly piled up outside every gushing hole, then slowly slid along the curve of the body contour, meandering and swimming under the invisible cloth, covering every inch The black liquid quickly condensed and solidified on the skin, forming layers of black bandages that would forever freeze the movements of the limbs at the moment when the slurry spewed out, and the catastrophe that would completely destroy the soul world would be eliminated in a blink of an eye. invisible.

Sitting cross-legged, Sukawa Hideaki kept raising his hands and leaning on his knees and solidified into a statue wrapped in heavy bandages, with a crystal clear and radiant round sphere inlaid in the middle of his forehead above his brows. —— Collapsing jade!

"Aren't you always wondering why you can't find Bengyu from my relics? I'll tell you now." Mieshi Pure Land reached into his arms, and slowly took out another radiant bead of the same color, Yuan Yurun and Fu Chuan Yingming The collapsed jade in front of the forehead is generally the same sphere, but this "collapsed jade" seems to have a dim light that seems to be flowing, which is far inferior to Fuchuan Yingming's soul-stirring in front of the forehead, "I showed you the so-called The Bengyu is the imitation in my hand. Strictly speaking, it should also be regarded as a semi-finished product of Bengyu. It was specially made by me because of its indestructible characteristics. After you killed my body, use A container for storing will."

"And the real Bengyu..." Mieshi Pure Land's slender and graceful fingers gently covered the sphere between Hideaki Fukawa's forehead and eyebrows, and Hideaki Fukawa, whose voice was completely cut off, released a faint but clear voice from his throat, which was as stiff as his body □□, "From beginning to end, it remains in your body."