[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Pingzi frowned slightly. As the real master of the entire thinking space, although he was on the edge of his subconscious mind whose influence and control had been weakened to infinity, it was not a reason for him to discover abnormal fluctuations after the end of the world, let alone the current The situation can no longer be summed up simply and crudely as nerve thickening and unresponsiveness, but it should be nerve necrosis and sensory failure!

——Because, even after Mishi Pure Land asked, his senses were empty and silent except for the trauma of Mieshi Pure Land, which was close at hand, and the hidden chaotic fluctuations in the peace!

Seemingly aware of Pingzi's doubts, Mieshi Pure Land left the uninvited guest unkindly. It is rare that he did not take pleasure in admiring Pingzi Mako's bewildered expression, but sympathetically explained: "You don't feel good. It's normal for him to exist."

"Is this normal?" Hirako Mako raised her slender fingertips and tapped the temple where a line of bangs appeared on the edge. The movement of tapping the forehead was not slow or fast, but the naturally curved joints were tense with an aggressive sharpness. "There is an invisible person living in my head, do you think this is normal?"

"Well..." Pingzi answered with Mieshi Pure Land's signature ambiguous but meaningful ambiguity, with the corners of his lips raised and eyes squinted, "Of course you'll understand when you see him."

I understand your sister's big-headed ghost!Ming... Just a second before Pingzi decided that even if he destroyed his ability to tolerate the magic stick, he would beat the pretending bastard in front of him until his mother couldn't recognize his face, there was no sign in the corner of his eyes A foot appeared.In the spirit of an excellent samurai, the combat mode is fully activated, and the motor nerves are activated. If this is not his own thinking space, Hirako would not have complained to the Yuxian who is being practiced by a wooden clog hat and a small fan in the dark store of Urahara profiteers | Desperate orange head strawberry Xiaoqiang's savior is comparable to the humanoid destruction machine of the demolition office, paying tribute to the willingness to tear down his own site to pieces. It is estimated that even the spiritual pressure can break through the sky. The blond mask suddenly appeared from the door reflexively. , a black shadow that was stretching out a foot and was about to step into the house.

His ferocious expression, his excited expression, his distorted face, and after sitting for a few days, the Mierish Pure Land, who watched the whole process, shrugged his shoulders in a leisurely manner, expressing that this picture is so beautiful that it is full of King Kong's instant sense of sight, and he is afraid that he will lose his family in a blink of an eye. The 24K pure gold and titanium alloy electronic dog eyes that have just been pressed do not dare to look at it.

Come on, everyone, please sing with me - just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, and I can't forget your face again... four beats, ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!

Boom, bang, bang——

He took out a plain brocade and gold-painted folding fan from his cuff, opened the fan, and fanned it gracefully on his chest. Yushu Linfeng's suave Mieshi Pure Land didn't even glance at his eyes, and almost wiped his ears. After passing a perfect parabola, Mako Hirako, who came and went back to where she came from, faced the wall with a gentle, clear and soft voice, and pasted on the wall in the long-lost pie shape. Unable to get off the blond mask, the door was wide open, and he threw a magical knife lightly: "Although you are him, he is you, if you don't feel him, it's like you can't hear the sound of your own blood flowing in your blood vessels. But you must know that Yuan Zhibifang is the most talented man in fighting I have ever seen, so even if you are the one who dominates this world, in terms of pure fighting, you can only be stepped on the face by him like now , unilateral abuse without extra struggle."

"You have good eyesight, and you can see my moves clearly." The visitor who wrapped his whole body in a black robe that made it impossible to tell whether he was tall, short, fat, or thin, let alone Chi Yan, took a step forward. , put the soles of the feet covered in the old straw sandals and snow-white foot bags into the hem of the black robe again.

The Pure Land of Mieshi smiled slightly, and was noncommittal to this admiration, whether it was full of expectation or full of sarcasm, but twitched his brows, and said softly with a half-smile: "I know that Fang never hides his head and shows his tail. As a part of him, I thought you It has also inherited this characteristic.”

"Gloriousness needs the support of strength." Under the cloak, a row of scallion-cut jade fingertips were exposed, and the warm and flawless luster of suet white jade was set off by the crimson color under the round and transparent nail cover.

The Pure Land of Mieshi glanced at the wall and was still thinking about it, struggling with the cracks extending in all directions on the wall, concentrating on it as if wanting to see a strange flower from the texture of the vertical and horizontal cracks. The leader of the situation, filled the teacup in front of him, and the blood-red tea soup swirled around and licked the rim of the white porcelain teacup: "One-third of the original knowledge is equal to the total combat power of the captains of the [-]th division of Goutei. This kind of strength is not qualified to be dignified, and I really don't understand what kind of strength is qualified to walk in broad daylight under the eyes of everyone." The voice paused, and the spreading ripples reflected the narrow and long thin line In the black eyes, the dark purple awns quietly floated in the bottom of the deep eyes, shining brightly, "So, Xiao Zhenzi, you were kicked away like a football when you met each other, it is really not wrong at all."

"You can pretend that I don't exist." The blond mask with an eye-catching black footprint hanging on the bridge of his nose resentfully grinned at his companion who unceremoniously exposed his old background.

However, in addition to often reaching the finals as a seed player in the "Death in Figures" competition, he also often turned into the studio next to him to be a guest guest in the "Perfect Figures" competition Teammates have also stood at the top of the knife world for 100 years with the same concentration as the blue boss: "It's when you don't exist that you speak those heartfelt words without any scruples."

After the words fell, Hirako felt that the HP that he had just regenerated to full had bottomed out again.As for the brainless behavior of being full of SEED anger slots... Considering the overall situation, there is still such a brain-dead drama and internal strife in the nest. It is simply ridiculous for the opponent to see, and it is embarrassing to throw it at the grandma's house. The boy's only reaction was to clench his silver teeth, pinch his nose, and twitch the corners of his mouth. He was extremely unwilling but had to admit it willingly.

BUT, although today is not the Friday before Easter, and Hirako is not the unlucky masochist child Jesus Christ nailed to the cross by his twisted father's twisted love, today must be the auspicious day for Hirako Mako himself to suffer, On the almanac that I forgot to turn when I went out, there were absolutely rubbings of the eight characters painted with iron hooks and silver hooks - dark clouds cover the top, bloody disasters.

Because, what could be more tragic than a teammate and the boss on the opposite side unexpectedly turning back and turning against each other in a seamless and perfect mixed doubles match between good and evil?Yes, it was being stabbed with a heart-warming knife on the back by his pig teammate, and then Wuyan dealt a clean and fatal blow to the soul half of Jiangdong's elder: "Pure Land of Extermination, you are following me!" Who is talking?"—So, that so-and-so, your equipment attributes are all piled up on your understanding!Critical strike damage should be so brutal!

"...Mieshi Pure Land, are you sure this thing is a part of me, not Soyousuke? This nostril grows to the top of the forehead, and the two holes under the eyebrows are used for breathing. It is a copy of that bastard, okay? Okay?!" The despised three-foot-tall blond-haired mask learned a good lesson this time, and after being kicked by the flying fairy god who had no trace of antelope hanging on the bridge of his nose, he decisively jumped from the two persimmons. I picked a relatively soft one to pinch, and stuck it on the slender neck of Mieshi Pure Land very spinelessly and shook it. Grandma's house... oh, no, according to the lyrics, it should be Shaking to Grandma Bridge.

I don't know whether it was intentional or deliberate, the saliva was sprayed on the outside, and the bloody head of the Mieshi Pure Land used the BOSS's necessary skills to be so fucking good, maintaining the signboard is just as painful Chrysanthemum's atypical facial paralysis smile makes people accidentally think wildly and go astray. Traveling to the dignified, majestic and unpredictable smiling face of the blue boss who is far away in the virtual circle, it is a pity that the lines that blurted out Still as usual, the messy and magical Bumpman: "According to your positions on the bed, even if you stay, you should leave some fascinating souvenirs in Soyousuke's body? Next time we meet, Maybe the crystallization of love between you and Soyousuke will already be running around all over the floor and making soy sauce...... Hehehekekekekekeke..."

After the voice fell, the masked army leader who changed from -皮-+ expression to =皮=||| expression resolutely increased the strength of his thumb in the soft depression under the Adam's apple after a brief silence. While the cervical spine creaked, he spoke in a slippery Kansai accent and said with a deep and sincere apology: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped."

The Mieshi Pure Land with a flushed face and blue eyes struggled to squeeze out a string of Martian words of unknown meaning from between his teeth: "%...#￥...￥#%%￥...￥%..." (hand slipped, You just let go of this black hand that is getting heavier and heavier!)

"I said, you two, should you have had enough of this kind of boring game?" The teasing duo, who were twisted into a ball and rolled all over the ground, gorgeously ignored a completely black robe and said quietly, trying to find their way back. The sense of existence that is drifting away on the Kangzhuang Avenue where there is no news.

Turning over passionately again, Mako Hirako, who was holding the lapel of the pure land of the world and could not sit astride the black-haired man's belly in a standard riding position, lazily squinted at the long hair that was dragging to the ground behind her. Glancing at the black cloak, he lazily dragged out the glib Kansai accent: "Did you hear any strange noises? The Pure Land of Extermination?"

Black Robe: "........."

——Treat the body of the person with the way of the person.Captain Pingzi, you really are narrow-minded and small-minded, and your domineering side leaks mighty and majestic!

"I suppose..." After pondering for a moment, the black robe subconsciously cleared his throat and broke the frozen silence in the cold air, "You have not forgotten your purpose of coming here, the Pure Land of Destruction."

"Huh?——What a surprise. I thought you came to me to settle accounts. Did you come to me to negotiate terms?"

"Then would you be interested in hearing it?—my terms."

The horrific crisis is accompanied by sharp pains and unscrupulously flowing through the sensitive nerve endings. The sixth sense of the Hirako family, which is inherently more acute than beasts, sounds a stern alarm in the depths of the mind. The moment before the nerve center arrived at the intended target, the death knell rang piercingly from under the dark cloak: "You help me get this body, and I will give you the freedom you want."

The palm that pressed the heart instinctively gathered a broken scarlet aura representing destruction, following the instinctive warning, the blond-haired mask jumped back and suddenly realized that a pair of slender, graceful and powerful palms had tightened the fragile throat first. Cartilage, the next moment, the down-to-earth feet left the solid ground, and the weight suddenly accumulated on the cervical spine made the weak and suffocating body let out a hoarse growl of a wounded beast.

"I've been waiting for your words for a long time." The black-haired man casually tightened his fingertips, letting the steel-cast iron collar further snatch the life that was faltering in his palm, dragging the small upward movement after each syllable. The ending sound is like the sweet and seductive lips and tongues of the devil's bewitching lingering in the heart and ears, which is a deadly demagogy, "Then, the deal."