[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

In the present world, Karakura Town, Urahara Store, underground laboratory.

Sitting upright in front of the giant computer that occupied the entire east wall of the laboratory, Qi Bai, who was connected to the giant computer in front of him by hair-thin transparent threads on his forehead, back of his neck, temples, and even his spine, stopped flipping through the pages of the book With his fingers, he pushed the delicate hidden-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose.

The profiteer Urahara, who has been paying attention to the fast scrolling pictures and analysis data on the screen, raised his drooping hat brim, his light-colored pupils shining brightly in the inorganic cold light radiated by the lighting equipment that filled the laboratory: "Liberation Will it have two forms after that? The Valstord-class shattered faces are indeed very different.”

"Put away your excess curiosity, Kisuke Urahara." Qibai also put down the book in his hands, his hands overlapped naturally on his lower abdomen, and the imaginary circle on the screen was Si Renmu's expressionless face covered with warm long orange hair , instead of the only first-aid kit of the current Xiaoqiang four-member group, "At this time, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to spend energy on more meaningful things?"

"Ah, ah, that's something that can't be helped, Mr. Qi." Urahara Kisuke took out from his sleeve the unforgettable certification mark that was as memorable as the green hat on his head, and the small fan was waving leisurely in front of his chest. "Since Hirako-senpai woke up, we've been observing the same thing, it's easy to make people feel fatigued."

Qi Bai also raised his right hand and adjusted the silk thread on his right temple, slowly raised one corner of his mouth, and looked sideways at the slick businessman and the shrewd clogs hat beside him with a half-smile Profiteer: "As a scientific madman who has the highest record and hasn't stepped out of the laboratory for three full years, I don't think you don't even have this level of patience. Bringing personal feelings into work is a big taboo, Urahara-kun."

"Oh~~~" As if he had been told something, Urahara Kisuke put the closed fan on the tip of his nose, half-truth and half-false crawling, "If these materials are handed over to Goutei [-]th Squad , the decisive battle in the empty seat should be much easier."

Qi Bai also hooked the mirror bridge on the bridge of the nose, and wanted to push it up. He paused for a moment, but turned into a pull down. The obsidian eyes stared deeply at the shadow formed by the hat and fan that covered most of his face over the upper edge of the lens. The black-bellied profiteer in the movie, with a subtle tone of voice and undisguised surprise: "It's hard to believe that I heard such words from your mouth. Are you really Kisuke Urahara?"

The grocery store merchant, who quickly realized what mistake he had made, put down the folding fan that covered the corner of his mouth, and waved his hand with a bitter smile: "Anyway, I used to be a god of death."

Qi Bai also raised his index finger again to push the glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose back to the original place to do his duty. The thin blue coating on the lenses shone with a cold light as the angle changed, but his voice was unexpectedly gentle and gentle, With ironic comfort: "I understand. But, you'd better forget about it from now on, Urahara-kun."

"That man is right, Kisuke." A bold and unrestrained female voice sounded from behind, accompanied by a heavy slap on the shoulder of a handsome and sexy businessman, and a black man who is more slender and petite than an adult woman. Kage jumped onto Kisuke Urahara's hat, and from under the trembling beard came out an uncle's voice that still made people feel fantastic no matter how many times he heard it, "We have no chance to fail again."

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"It's been a long time~~~Zhihime MM~~~~ Come on, let me give my lovely first love a warm hug!" She sent her away with a sentence of "girl, come with me!" Let's go." The Wuzhi CP who has achieved the style of a bandit leader robbing Mrs. Yazhai, dared to stretch his hands fearlessly into the harem of the savior Little Strawberry on the black road, and the flower protector who set fire everywhere with a blank face, Hirako Mako finally had time to turn back and enjoy the fruitful results - to devote herself to Inoue MM's wide enough to make every male with normal sexual orientation happy to trembling bosom.

"Hey? Hey..." Still adhering to the sluggish reaction that is so natural even if he is blatantly taken advantage of by a wretched man with malicious intentions, Orihime Inoue just let someone want to get on her limbs, full of power , hanging on the body like a koala, and the behavior of mopping up like a raging fire, "... why is Pingzi classmate here?"

"Oh? My business is not worth mentioning." Hirako raised his head, waved his hand, and finally turned the corner of his mouth into an exaggerated and weird smile. Understood, you should have come to the virtual circle 'voluntarily', right?"

"What did he threaten you with? Your friend's life?" Mako Hirako, who let go of Inoue Orihime, didn't have the slightest sense of being a guest, and opened her limbs in a strange posture. The only one in the room White bed.

Hirako's sharp question made Inoue Orihime fall into a brief silence. Hirako raised his eyebrows, not surprised at this atmosphere that was tantamount to tacit acquiescence, and continued to speak slowly, "You should understand, Being forcibly taken away after resisting is a completely different concept from following the enemy without resisting. If the Gotei [-]th Division is still the Gotei [-]th Division as I know it, at this moment you have been identified as a traitor. "

"I know……"

"Don't look like you're about to cry, Miss Orihime." Probe grabbed the girl's cold and petite palm, Hirako slowly tightened her slender fingers, and the Kansai dialect changed from the flashy and frivolous impression to a smooth, low-pitched voice. Moved with a calming, strong but gentle power, "The reason why I told you this is to let you know one thing. Since I can speculate on the real situation, there must be other people who can see through the truth of the matter. Believe in your own Companions, trusting that they will never abandon themselves under any circumstances is the best way to repay their trust."

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"Believe in your companions? Then, if what you are doing now is known, can you still win their trust?"

Hirako stopped what he was doing, this sudden interruption made the body below him, which was getting better and better, twitch in dissatisfaction, the blond mask lowered his head and kissed the brown-haired man's thin, moist lips, and poked at the tip of the other's tongue The moment he exited his mouth, he staggered his overlapping lips and tongues lightly: "If it was Hiyori and the others, they would at most beat me up and be lectured by my ears. Of course, in terms of choosing a bed partner... ..." Aizan's critical face with light gray eyes patrolled for a week, Hirako opened the corner of his mouth to reveal a row of back molars that made the already weird facial expression even more weird, "...you will definitely be laughed at for a lifetime."

Mako Hirako has a variety of tricks, and she is used to the cynicism that expresses her feelings directly or beats around the bush. Aizen just puffed up her chest and let the two bodies that were slightly apart get entangled again. The blond man immediately tightened his arms tacitly. deepened this hug.

"What a touching friendship, you and your companions." ——Using the most gentle tone to say the most arrogant and provocative meaning is undoubtedly the patent of the villain BOSS.

Pingzi pressed Aizen's shoulder with one hand, and raised Aizen's waist with the other hand. Compared with just now, this angle can undoubtedly please the master of the virtual circle below him more, so it is also ingenious. Interrupted those words that were rolling on the tip of the tongue and were about to fall.Pingzi raised his eyes dangerously, and squeezed his thin lips tightly, but after a long time of pondering, he bent down again and sighed in a low voice: "Sometimes, when I hold you, I feel that you are so lonely. What a heart-wrenching fellow, Soyousuke."

The body of the man in the embrace froze for a moment, and then the murderous intent engulfed all the senses of Mako Hirako like a surging tide, and the slender and powerful palm climbed to the top of the skin buried with arteries without hesitation.

However, Hirako just lowered his head, kissing the wrist extending from the palm attached to the fragile line of the neck as if nothing had happened. After a bite with just the right strength, the laughing Kansai accent followed the flirtatious snort across the arm Sensitive and smooth skin on the inner side: "Relax, Sousuke. If this continues, you may have to rely on carrots to climax."