[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The outcome of the game has nothing to do with the game itself.

When Hirako Mako opened her eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling of Xuye Palace, which was as high as its owner, she didn't show any surprise, and even felt a little bit of surprise because of the unsuspecting ending and her unhealed body. Inexplicable fatigue and exhaustion.

At this moment, Hirako Mako once again affirmed one thing, that is, he will probably never understand the joy of playing with everything in the palm of his hand, and manipulating all living beings in the so-called absolute control, without suspense and change , no accidents, no excitement, everything happened at the moment like the sun rising from the east and setting in the west, predicting how frantic and boring the ending would be?How insecure is the BT who is obsessed with taking the whole world into his palm?

But hey, this unreasonable obsession really matches well with the ability of the mirror.Hirako tapped his chin, and decided to make some noise to show his presence in the empty ward. ——After spending so many days cosplaying in a vegetative state under silk pillows and feather quilts, Pingzi felt that if he couldn’t get the fragrant glutinous porridge and light side dishes to appease his hungry stomach, he would definitely go directly to GAME OVER. The corpse goes to God, no, Spirit King.

However, Mako Hirako is so sure that as long as he moves a bit bigger, the host Aizen, who is the master of Xuye Palace, will immediately dedicate himself, no, show up and ask for warmth, serve tea, water, food, vegetables, and peel the tea eggs—well, let We ignore the existence of a generation of local tyrants, tea eggs, and hard implantation of angry brushes——should we complain about the voyeurism of the big blue boss who is stalking and stalking in the mirror, and the moon is stalking and getting worse, or should we take comfort in the fact that you always lose the boss? In addition to being a special location reporter for the "Women's Association Journal", there is also room for development in the high-end service industry, such as personal butlers. After all, this is the room service ability that even Queen Hirako believes in!

Then, in the next second, even the impeccable guest room waiter of Queen Hirako, who is known for her fault-finding and vexatious personal characteristics, opened the door with a smile and opened the door dignifiedly and elegantly ready to receive guests. --Um?I seem to use very strange words?Well~ Since you can't see it, it shouldn't be a problem.

Pingzi's light gray eyes glanced listlessly under the bulging eyelids. The master of the virtual circle dressed like a gentry (transformation) who has a severe cleanliness fetish and is particularly neurotic... How does the nose float around? It's an eyesore A handful of curly hair curled the corners of his lips and moved his eyes in a lack of interest: "Souyousuke, you are smiling like a cowboy who wants to squeeze the last coin out of the guest's pocket."

Then the next moment, the big blue boss who just revealed the whole body perspective sketch from outside the door has turned into a high-definition close-up that occupies Pingzi's entire retina, and even adjusted a few times with the condescending perspective. From the necessary angles for photography, Mako Hirako was manually shown a set of photo albums that fully showed her smooth, delicate skin, soft, fair and flawless skin.

"The only person I want to squeeze dry is Captain Hirako." The light brown tender eyes, the deep sexy and seductive voice, and the warm and moist breath brushed the crooked skirt as if nothing. The collarbone on the head, and every subtle movement of the thin lips is a tempting invitation that cannot be wronged or refused.

The moment the first syllable brushed over the pinna and flowed into the earhole, passed through the ear canal and hit the eardrum, Hirako felt an electric current rising from the tailbone and running straight through the entire back, and all the arrector pili muscles stood up collectively without being controlled by the master's will—— It has nothing to do with the impulse of lust at all, it is just because of the horror caused by the unexpected abnormality: "Can you be more shameless? Yousuke."

Pingzi spread his five fingers and pushed away the face of the Lord of the Void Circle who was close at hand, ignoring the rumbling bowel sounds and smashed himself into the soft bedding again, and stretched comfortably: "You have squeezed me to the limit. There's only one layer of skin left."

The habitually rising small tail of the Kansai dialect is like the long and provocative aftertaste left on the tip of the tongue by a variety of cocktails. The owner of the voice with an overly lively personality may not be conscious of this aspect, but it is this casualness. Arbitrary release can especially attract the villain BOSS who is destined to either break all barriers or be crushed by the barriers, who is shattered and fragmented. Within the rules, he will do whatever he wants, and hidden under the sharp edges and corners is a transparent and harmonious world Sophisticated.

Until now, for a moment, Aizen still had an unstoppable desire to stand side by side with the man in front of him, but when he spoke again, the impulsive desire had turned into a calm and rational one disguised as sweet talk Probe: "I am the one who should admire you, Captain Pingzi. Even if I knew you were using me, I still couldn't be indifferent to you, and I used Bengyu's power to save you."

"Don't talk so affectionately, I feel that you have ruined the emotions that you yearn for, Yousuke." Hirako twitched the tip of his eyebrows, and the slender and straight eyebrows raised a straight and sharp shape, "About this, It's just a trade-off."

"You use me to completely open the last seal that Urahara Kisuke placed in Bengyu, in exchange for me to gain the power of the moment when Bengyu is fully awakened, to perfect the ability to blur, that's all."

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"For Aizen, Senior Hirako is like the key to unlock the collapsed jade." As the producer of one of the two collapsed jades, he imposed heavy restrictions on the collapsed jade at the beginning of production. After the founder pressed the last button, he habitually raised the brim of his hat and let out a soft sigh. After all, as a generation of technology nerds who save the world, Kisuke Urahara is undoubtedly an inventor who has dabbled in various fields , but compared to the antonym of erudition, wisdom, and knowledge, it is called miscellaneous, impure, miscellaneous, and unrefined. Therefore, it takes only 5 minutes for the spiritual pressure value in the fourth zone of ADCF to climb from four times the theoretical peak to sixteen times Input 280 four commands within the computer, and the average data volume of 72 bytes for each command is enough to make Urahara profiteers collapse on the optical keyboard with cramped fingers.

Hidden in the thick and colorful shadow of the brim of the hat, his light-colored eyes glanced at Qi Baiyi who was slowly picking up the warm tea from the low table next to his knees and appreciating it carefully. Kisuke, the black-haired man who finished the input a full minute earlier—the latter had changed the boy version of Aizen back to normal mode amidst the former’s serious protest—raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows to give the black-bellied profiteer in the grocery store a leisurely smile , the thin-rimmed silver-rimmed glasses flashed a faint blue light from the coating.Moved his crackling knuckles, and just showed himself to demonstrate what is called the Foshan Shadowless Hand who can't even see an afterimage. Aizen opened the door to a new world, but I don’t know whether the scenery behind the door leads to heaven or hell? No, for Shinigami, it doesn’t make any difference whether it’s heaven or hell, right, Urahara-kun?”

"Compared with the scenery of heaven and hell, I care more about the unplanned knife you stabbed in Senior Hirako's chest." Urahara Kisuke looked at the strange movement of the Lingzi on the chest of the Lingbo Atlas, and pondered for a moment, "There seems to be something With that knife, he escaped."

"Oh, you said that, that knife pierced Xiao Mako's 'core'."

Urahara Kisuke suddenly opened his eyes wide, and after a while he held his forehead and smiled wryly: "So there really is such a thing. Is this why Hirako-senpai's avatar is completely different from all the Masked Legion?"

"This is not only the reason for Xiaozhenzi's unique emptiness, but also the crux of his physical condition is very unstable despite his body being normal. After all, the so-called 'nucleus' seems to be malignant to the soul. Something like a tumor. Anyway, things have progressed to this point, so you might as well give Soyousuke a big gift." Qi Bai also slowly took off the light and delicate glasses on the bridge of his nose, perhaps because of the lack of defense due to the disguise of the glasses, Accompanied by this action of removing the camouflage, an indescribable breath emanated from the bones, making people want to chase desperately but hesitated because of the imminent danger, "By the way, solve the ills of Xiao Zhenzi's unstable spiritual state. "

"Since when did you make such a decision?"

"If I say that I just came up with a sudden idea, you must not believe it at all, right? Urahara-kun." Although the rising ending sound undoubtedly reflects the characteristics of the interrogative sentence, Qi Baiyi's calm and determined tone abruptly put the interrogative sentence It became a declarative sentence, "Then, you should regard it as an indispensable part of this plan."

"Until now, I don't understand why you spare no effort to help Senior Pingzi."

"Is this forcing me to express my opinion? Urahara-kun."

"Sorry to ask you such an impolite question at a time like this, but..."

"I understand your embarrassment, but no matter how gorgeous a verbal guarantee someone like me makes in time, it can't make the listener completely let go of their guards. Of course, if you have to give an answer that is acceptable, then the most appropriate The answer is..." Qi Bai also raised his eyebrows, with a three-point sly, three-point self-mockery, three-point banter, and a part that seemed to come from the insight of his own almost terrible self-knowledge, calmly and calmly. Bend an ambiguous smile between elegance and meanness, "For the higher good."