[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The clear and bright autumn sun slanted down from a corner of the cloudless blue sky, and the warm and cold autumn wind blew up the wide and elegant cuffs of the Siba suit.Yuki Zangwu protruded a piece of wrist as white as snow from the flapping sleeves, facing the sun, his fingertips showed a warm and translucent texture like jade, shining jade-like light on the black door, and raised his backhand The gesture of wrist flexing and finger tapping is like Lanzhi Yushu under the moonlight, peach blossoms chasing water, revealing from the bones the noble elegance and suave elegance of a high-ranking family who has been edified and washed for many years.

Although, the Yuki family is as numerous as dogs in the nobles, and the nobles walk everywhere. Throwing a brick can hit the head of an unknown team. The dense Jingling Court is like the stars in the sky, and the noble family is not like the family he is attached to. Standing on the top of the aristocratic class with strong barriers, you will be at the top of the pyramid, and you will have a glimpse of the mountains, and you will look down at the common people. The name of the family affiliated family not only comes with the natural royalist political stance of hugging His Majesty's thick thighs tightly and never letting go, but also wins the Kuchiki family's fan dog for this loyal family that is backed by a big tree and enjoys the shade. hated reputation.

However, the Yuki family, who deviated from the orthodoxy in the early years and went on a maverick, and his official career went from bad to worse later, was so angry that the old man Yuki almost had a stroke, hemiplegia and cerebral hemorrhage, and was expelled from the roster. Following in the footsteps of the former boss with ponytail pot head, blond hair, white eyes and whale teeth, he started from a completely different direction and found a new way to grow into a heterogeneous among the rigid aristocrats, and a strange flower in the healing department.

A middle-aged Ojisan with a family and a mouth can be killed in a frontal PK in the aristocratic circle. He needs to have a good face, a figure and a figure, and he must be well-organized and take a high position. He is young and rich. He does not decorate his head every day. At least [-] real estate houses owned by affectionate widowers who never leave their homes—they are full of cute (are you sure?) attributes—Bingberg Chinese cabbage is the most lovable object of these noble-blooded young girls waiting to be married (No wonder the BOSS is so successful in Jinglingting, the thirteenth squad of Goutei has been in the thirteenth squad for more than a hundred years and received hand cramps. The girls in the soul world are really cute and gentle uncles!), Its unscientific level has already caught up with the eternal mystery of the former fifth captain's first love conjecture.

However, it is such a man who has been baptized by time, polished by the past, and carved into a jade plate, dew, lotus, round, transparent, watertight, and mercury fox. The man who pushed away the inconspicuous and desolate house in the third district of Xiliuhun Street was pitch black. The moment the door opened, he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows and twitch the corners of his mouth.

"I'm here...isn't it the right time?" Adhering to the gentleman's demeanor of not seeing or listening to evil, he stood in the wind. His clothes were swaying around, and his ordinary domineering attire made him wear out of an aristocratic family, as if he was in harmony with life. The aristocratic, noble and elegant Yuki Zangwu bowed his head and closed his eyes in a regular manner. A pair of black eyes that are crystal clear and warm like jade look at the sky, the earth, the flowing clouds, the trees, the flowers, and the weeds. Across the courtyard, under the dripping eaves of the tinkling copper bells, behind the half-opened sliding door, two entangled figures look at each other.

"No... Shiratori, please stop in moderation." Qingyue's calm and painful voice sounded out of the embarrassing chaos, and after a slightly helpless but doting sigh, he once again Walking smoothly amidst the intensified rustling of clothes, "You came just in time, Zangwu. However, if you were a little later, it would really be the wrong time."

"Your words are actually completely reversed, right? Don't Mr. Zero feel that...with another pair of eyes looking at him, his body will be more excited?" Ruyun Duixue's sleeve protruded half of a jade bone as white as the moon The icy muscles, the cardamom beauty that oozes slightly under the round and transparent nail cover, slides silently and slowly along the undulating and refined lines of the chest, the slender and graceful posture, the graceful finger bones and the messy skirts. The first-class painter's brilliant brushwork can't capture the soul, vivid color and fragrance.

The man in black, who was pressed against the edge of the hallway and seemed immobile, moved his head slightly, and the winding hair like a waterfall of blue hair walked and shuttled in the corridor with this slight movement, and the flexible hair tails flicked and swayed in the air There was a purple ripple, and then it seemed that she gave up trying to get out from under the snow-white man, and completely fell on the porch in a relaxed manner: "Don't impose your unspeakable sexual fetish on me. Like a white peacock in estrus, I don't have the bad taste of raising my hips and showing off my tail feathers to all passing males."

"Oh? But that's not what your body says, big..." The slender fingers sank into the raised folds of the skirt, wandered slowly and unhurriedly in a blind spot out of sight, and then tightened suddenly in the center of the slender body, " You see, it seems to have given up resistance."

Even if the most sensitive and fragile Achilles' heel of a man is held by another man, three-half of the eyes exposed behind the long bangs of Matsushima zero are still quiet and peaceful, and the breath is long and long, and the breath is not chaotic at all. He smiles , opened his mouth, his slightly deep voice undoubtedly contained the inevitable hoarseness and dullness after a slow fire, but his tone and demeanor were clearly calm and calm: "You can give me two cushions and pick them up from my bookshelf. Can you pick up a book for me on the third floor? Dr. Shiratori."

The slender and powerful thighs clamped the thin waist below him, and the white-haired man completely ignored the embarrassed Yuki Zabu outside the corridor, and slowly bent his body, his imminent breath was fertile and wet, like a wet, soft and flexible body. The tip of her tongue licked ambiguously over the high bridge of the nose and the delicate wings of the nose, and the golden amber on the corners of her dangerously raised lips flowed an almost enchanting light between the swaying hair: "I would rather force myself to focus on the inexplicable Are you not willing to immerse yourself in the feelings I bestow on you?"

Matsushima lowered his eyelids at half a degree, and this angle made his eyelashes slender and thick, and his eyes deep and blurred: "First of all, those are not inexplicable words, but the painstaking efforts of He Ransheng; secondly, the fact is exactly the opposite , I am indeed trying my best to avoid getting too involved, but this is only because, instead of being half-drowsy and falling asleep, Dr. Shiratori's desires and dissatisfaction can't be stopped, it's better to restrain your mind and concentrate on being a support for your 'self-defense' device. Let you go away satisfied and return with satisfaction.”

"Pfft——" Yuuki Zangbu, who had already walked down the corridor, covered his mouth with his sleeves, shrugged his shoulders, and faced the murderous intent from the amber golden eyes under the entrance, the only way to express his involuntary sincerity The only way is to turn his head away and continue to laugh dimly under his sleeves.

"...Songshima Lingdu, you are an atmosphere killer, and you don't change your cheating habits. Be careful that someday someone will attack you with dissatisfaction." Straighten out the skirts and smooth out the wrinkles, since the charming atmosphere created before has all been captured by the lips of the man under him. Jiao Weiyang's understatement sentence completely ruined it, so although he was anxious, he thought he had good taste and style, and most importantly, Dr. Shi Shiran, who was very leisurely, tasteful and styled, propped up his body and borrowed He lowered his head and straightened his belt, and the moment his eyes met, he shot a sideways wink, "I'll let you go for now."

"Hey, hey, I'm going to sweep the couch tonight and greet you, and I promise to talk to Mr. Bai that you will be brave and hardworking, try to repay you, and die." Song Dao zero-degree slapped Shiratori's waist with a heavy slap The scientific name of the buttocks above the legs is commonly known as the buttocks, with a solemn expression and a solemn tone, "Didn't you say that as long as there is no danger to Xiao Mako's life, don't come to see me? Cangwu."

Watching Shiratori's snow-white back disappear behind the half-closed courtyard door, the teasing arc on Yuki Zangwu's lips suddenly retracted when he retracted his gaze, and instead let the worried shadow crawl into the deep black pupils, with a worried expression and a dignified tone: "So, I lost the trace of Mako, is this considered a special case for coming to see you?"

"Oops." There was a short, low cry that made it impossible to distinguish the emotion contained in the flashing syllable. The man half leaning half leaning on the porch raised his right hand to support his chin, his index finger curled unconsciously. Repeatedly tracing the sharp and smooth lines of the jawbone, "Did I lose contact because I was alive, not because I lost contact because of death?"

"If Makoto is dead, do you think I will still be standing here to discuss his disappearance with you?" Yuuki Zangwu's increasingly anxious voice suddenly raised, his slightly sharp voice was different from his usual gentle and peaceful voice With a completely opposite tone, he said sharply and coldly, "If he dies, I will go to Xuquan. Now, immediately, immediately!"

"Even if you lose a life in vain, is it worth it?" Seemingly indifferent to the unexpected situation of losing Hirako Mako's trace, Matsushima Zero's question with great interest without hesitation showed Yuuki Kurobu's usual eagerness and anxiety more aroused his interest.

In order to keep the center of the conversation from two orioles singing green willows, and a group of people who don't know what to say in Bailu Mountain and Qingtian, and go off topic for thousands of miles to the non-existent Java Kingdom, Yuki Cangwu had to restrain his mind, and under the depression, he could no longer determine Pingzi's whereabouts. In view of the intense emotions internally and externally boiling, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Although this will not help the matter, but if I have no other choice, I don't mind accompanying him to the underworld."

"Well, don't worry. Since I still have to rely on your ability, I will never sit back and watch Xiao Zhenzi die. What's more, he just had some unexpected problems..." Matsushima Zero Degree's slender and thick feathers The eyelashes fluttered slightly, the slender fingertips that slid across the jaw paused slightly, and the soft skin that lacked support behind the bone was slowly embedded. He pondered for a while, and said slowly, "Is there any news from Ichiro?"

"Are you referring to Ichiro Nakafune?" Suddenly speaking the name of a man who has long been dead in common sense from a person's mouth, the unprepared Yuki Zangwu spoke suspiciously.

"Oh, oh, this name is so easy to pronounce, I accidentally slipped out of my mouth." Matsushima Zero Degree touched the bridge of his nose, raised his eyebrows, and said the soft, sweet and ambiguous syllables word by word. Placed in the fresh autumn air, "Now, he should be called Fuchuan Family No. 30 eighth-generation head, the youngest head of the Fuchuan Family, Fuchuan Hideaki."