[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

As the saying goes, the first to attack is strong, and the second to suffer;Hirako has been well versed in the samadhi ever since he fell under the hands of Hideaki Fukawa a hundred years ago when he almost broke the necks of the entire masked army and put the heads of Urahara profiteers and Sifengin cat monsters in it. Before the silver-haired fox could twitch its eyelids, the corners of its lips curled up, grabbing the messy relationship line between him and his boss, who was chasing after him and relentlessly. On the weakness.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ofhhhhhhhhhhhhated of' the well-deserved second BOSS of Xuye Palace, the only adjutant personally admitted by Lan Da's BOSS Jin Kou Yuyan, the thick shadows in the corners of the eyes spread for an instant, and the moment when the Jingdu accent blurted out, but it's gone." It was the ambiguous and indifferent Yun Danfengqing, "I thought you knew one thing as well as I did—Captain Aizen couldn't trust anyone."

"Souyousuke...don't trust anyone?" Hirako, who was hanging upside down on the railing, thoughtfully stretched out his Osaka accent with a subtle difference from the silver poisonous snake, who was bright on the surface but in an embarrassing position, staring at the white The veins of indigo under the wrist said slowly, "That's not necessarily the case. At least, he trusts the enemy."

"Trust the enemy?" Ichimaru Gin dragged his jaw and chewed the four words of Hirako who clearly meant something and was full of some kind of hint. Finally, he put down his pale fingertips and tapped on the railing casually, hooked in a dull sound. With an extremely paradoxical arc, "Isn't this an ingenious and fresh way of saying suspicious? Captain Pingzi."

"It's up to you." Pingzi, with his head down, finally lost his sudden interest in his wrists, spread his hands and shrugged gracefully, "In the world of souls and souls... oh, it's Matsushima Zero Degree But he personally admitted that you belong to him."

The captain of the former third team with a weird smile and even weirder accent, now the No. [-] BOSS in the virtual circle, His Majesty Aizen Demon King can go up to the hall and down to the battlefield. He is the only lieutenant with a high IQ, multi-functional automatic right-hand man and a part-time job as a bed warmer (?) Looking at the thin chin that has obviously lacked the moisture of persimmons since coming to the virtual circle: "...So Captain Pingzi came to ask me about this matter?"

"I'm not even a dime interested in who your chrysanthemum belongs to." The leader of the masked army, who also followed the unscrupulous, unreliable and unreliable captain of the three unreliable teams from a hundred years ago, was solemn and serious. , "I'm just here to tell you that I'm not dead yet. Gin Ichimaru."

"Oh, it's so serious that it makes one's heart skip a beat. But... this kind of serious attitude really doesn't suit you, Captain Hirako." Ichimaru Gin, who was noncommittal to Hirako Mako's warning, bent three times on his face Feng Shengshui arouses people's hatred, slowly straightens his body, and puts his pale and slender hands into the wide cuffs that are blown by the wind, "But, please don't forget, in this game, you and I..." The face paler than the moonlight suddenly approached, and the body standing against the light easily brought Pingzi's face into the deep and thick shadow with the bending of the waist. The color is more breathtaking than the fox-eyed moon hanging on the shoulder, "...they are just insignificant chess pieces."

"Is it an insignificant chess piece?" Pingzi slowly closed his eyelids, and the cool moonlight he felt again in his hazy vision and the peaceful and orderly Reiatsu that belonged to the god of death in the turbulent spirit pieces in the virtual circle gradually faded away made Pingzi clearly aware of it. The silver-haired man with an ambiguous attitude and strange words and deeds beside him left.

——You are right~~~ little fox.We are nothing more than pawns to those who make people feel uncomfortable.

"What time do you want to see next to you? Soyousuke." The blonde mask turned over from the railing at an incredible angle, and the light gray pupils casually glanced at the shadow created by the moonlight, and casually picked it up. He took a sip of the completely cooled black tea in the cup at hand, and then frowned his slender eyebrows because of the extra bitter taste that ravaged his taste buds.

"As expected of Captain Pingzi, since when did you realize it?" The owner of the virtual circle slowly emerged from the darkness that ran counter to the light, with a tall nose bridge and gentle lip lines highlighting the ups and downs under the hazy moonlight At the same time, it also casts a large piece of undetectable shadow in the direction contrary to the light.

Let go of the teacup in his hand, and let the mug, which has lost his finger, dive over the railing towards the silver-white sand sea. The lips of the blond man curled up like a lazy and unruly smile under the cold moonlight a hundred years ago: "Of course It's about time you were still in your mother's womb, Soyousuke."

Unchanging moonlight, unchanging characters, unchanging tit-for-tat dialogue, Hirako Mako passed by the owner of Xuquan with a blank face, and her jaw-length blond hair flowed in the cold moonlight, which belongs to the sun alone. Light, just this time, the youthful deputy team who kept a low profile back then and was ready to go finally has the qualifications to no longer endure. The slender wrists fell into the warm and powerful palms, and the hard edges and corners of the bony bones made the gentle and stretched eyebrows bulge and stand upright The peaks and peaks: "Captain Pingzi."

"Don't call me Captain Pingzi." The deep and unusual Kansai accent rang out unhurriedly after a short silent confrontation, and never stopped his eyes on the unpredictable face of the king of the virtual circle from the beginning to the end. The gray eyes can only see a cold light from the lazy and extended corner of the eye, the corner of the mouth is half self-deprecating and half ironic, and the white teeth in the exaggerated arc are drawn across the handle of the knife with the movement of the thin lip. Cutting off all the coldness, "You are no longer my vice-captain."