[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Ha—ow——" He raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, standing in a canopy ignoring the fact that the cold winter was approaching, the blond man who was still in full bloom in the horse's drunken tree yawned boredly, and couldn't come out. Unexpectedly, he saw a piece of white snow belonging to Captain Yuori flying past his eyes.

He has been trapped in his inner world for a while, and as the inventor of the time-out fall, no one understands the principle of this ghost way mixed with some extremely unorthodox means of using spiritual power better than Hirako himself. In terms of external performance, it is almost the same as Baifu, but it is different from Baifu, which directly uses the strong effect of spiritual pressure on the opponent's spiritual body to faint the enemy and limit the spiritual pressure, the time-out fall directly ejects the opponent's consciousness into the subconscious edge, thus causing them to lose control over their bodies and even their thinking world.

And obviously, just like most things will be transformed beyond recognition when they are in the hands of that unpleasant man, this time-out fall with added material has also been added to strengthen the sealing method that locks consciousness in the inner world.

What a monster, I only used it once in front of him in order to suppress Hiyori's Aether, but he saw through it completely unexpectedly.Pingzi bared his mouth, which was destined to be the endorsement of any toothpaste advertisement, turned around and walked towards a courtyard not far behind that was exactly the same as the captain's dormitory of the fifth team.No matter how colorful it is, it will always be empty, only the thinking space of yourself and the soul of the sword is different, and the edge of the subconscious that has almost escaped the control of the will is a dream constructed by instinct and desire.The scenes built according to the most secret and strong desire in the heart will not be shifted with the manipulation of the will, only stronger and turbulent emotions can wash and rewrite this immutable world.

Therefore, the moment Hirako opened the sliding door, he grinned an exaggerated and self-deprecating smile again.

For the sake of the tea tray in the room, walking out of the tea room, a brown-haired man with an impeccable gentle smile and black-framed glasses always floats with an unreal and gentle background.

As if disturbed by the subtle sound of the sliding door sliding along the slide rails, the man who had focused all his attention between his hands turned his head to follow the source of the sound. After seeing the familiar figure bent over outside the door, he condition The smile on the corners of his lips deepened reflexively: "You are back, Captain Pingzi. I just made the captain's favorite Keemun black tea."

It is not Hirako who likes black tea, but his vice-captain Aizen Soyousuke. Hirako has been familiar with his former deputy's eating habits, taste preferences, and even dress taste from a very early age.It's just that Captain Hirako, who has once again confirmed his excellent memory, is not happy about this conclusion.

"...Should I avoid it first?" The black silhouette came from behind without warning, the tall figure and the close distance made it easy for the visitor to incorporate the thin blond mask into the backlight shadow.

The muscles under the Shiba costume stiffened without a trace for an instant, and after a brief silence that was almost nothing, the room in front of him suddenly lost the gentle and quiet figure of the former deputy team, leaving only the steamy black tea on the short table to prove the past. everything that happened.

"Just as I thought." The black figure behind him continued to speak unhurriedly, a sleeve embroidered with complicated and gorgeous patterns stretched like a gorgeous scroll in the light gray pupils, "Where are you here?" You have unparalleled talent in this area, Mako."

"...What's the matter with this strange pattern? I don't remember my taste being so bad." Even if someone blatantly entered the room and went straight to the empty door, the pride in his character still made the blond masked army leader not to be outdone The corners of his mouth were raised, twisted into a sarcastic sneer, and his slightly fluttering nose seemed to catch a certain diffuse breath in the air. After a brief analysis, his eyes widened uncontrollably, "What did you do, why did you do it?" Injuried?"

"Yeah, are you caring about me? It's really touching~ Xiao Zhenzi." The man's laughing and jumping voice came from the back of his head, and the deliberate joy was like a lame lie trying to be in vain cover up something.

"When did your acting skills fall to the same level as Xiaoxisuke?" Hirako unceremoniously kicked back, kicking with a top-to-bottom high-ranking kick as expected Only then did he shake his slender ankle, and slowly retracted the soles of his feet that almost greeted the other party's high nose bridge, and pulled the corners of his mouth without sincerity to show a frivolous and evil smile, "I am really worried about you, I am worried about your death Now, who's going to tell me what's going on with those messy things?"

"Sneak raids are not suitable for you to do in person. You just need to use a cat or a dog at will." You were almost killed when you touched it. From the towering Himalayas to the bloody Sichuan Basin, The visitor raised his thin lips that were looming under the edge of his palm, and smiled softly, "Besides, didn't I ask you to control your curiosity more than once? My reasons and explanations are very good, but, now Not a good time to say them."

"Isn't Yuanzhibifang's death important to your plan?" Hirako pulled out a cushion from nowhere and sat on the ground casually.

The seemingly casual words made the eternally gentle and ambiguous smile of Mieshi Pure Land, who put down his palm, seep into an unmistakable helplessness: "It's not so much that his death is very important to my plan, it's better to say that I know that the other side's death is the whole thing. The most important turning point in the plan was from the moment he died..." The man with black hair and black eyes raised a deeper and more inexplicable arc, "...the whole plan was completely out of my grasp. "

"What did you say?"

"I said... the late guests we love are finally here."

"guest?"

Eyes closed slightly, head tilted slightly, as if listening to the slightest sound in the whole world, the Mieshi Pure Land ignored the doubts of the owner here, and continued to speak unhurriedly: "Since you have already come, why don't you be generous and open?" Show yourself, sir."

"Oh, you ask me why I'm so sure you will show up? The answer is simple."

"The blood of the enemy is the most irresistible bait, isn't it?"