[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"That's enough, Soyousuke." The Kansai dialect fluttered out of the towering ruins, and when the last syllable fell, it had become a rubbing of ears and temples, and the slender fingers gently touched the same slender but The wider and more powerful palm, the slender fingertips are like the claws of a beast, easily squeezed into the tendons hidden under the white skin on the stable wrist, "Treat the man I like with this ambiguous gesture, You really treat me like a display."

"Hey, Hirako Mako, please tell me clearly, what is the man you like!" The moment the voice fell, the first person to respond to Hirako Mako's abrupt speech was undoubtedly caught between the pair. Kurosaki Strawberry-kun was in the weird interaction between the principal and deputy captain, who was known to all women and children for his improper relationship between men and men in Jinglingting 100 years ago.Thanks to the standard configuration of the hot-blooded Xiaoqiang savior - twice as thick as the waist of a blue whale, the nerves made of reinforced concrete, and the physiological structure that omits all overly complicated brain functions gave him a body comparable to amoebas. adaptability.

Aizan quickly flipped his wrist and clasped his fingers, trying to control the opponent's actions before Hirako Mako's apparently inconspicuous but unexpectedly sharp fingertips dug out the spiritual pressure exit on his wrist, and rashly let go of the savior Xiao As a result of Strawberry's control, the figure of Hirako Mako disappeared from sight together with the savior's stubborn and conspicuous orange hair.

"Qianli Tingto is indeed a great skill." Aizen tilted his head slightly, and saw the blond mask that had just appeared from the void and was holding onto the thin shoulders of Kurosaki's little strawberry savior, and smiled slightly, " However, is it really worth using it in this kind of place?"

Pingzi twitched the corners of his lips and rolled his eyes as if needlessly, expressing contempt for the boss's habitual mystification: "Don't exaggerate and alarmist, don't you know how to speak? Yousuke."

"Am I scaremongering? You know better than I do." The leader of the reactionary armed forces in the virtual circle seems to have suddenly lost interest in the Creation King Key, whether it is the hands inserted into the pockets of the windbreaker leisurely, or the perfect curvature of the lips His unhurried smile spoke of his calmness and elegance, "Actually, since you appeared in Karakura Town, you have been adopting a strange attitude as if to wait and see what happens, which is completely opposite to the Mako Hirako I know .”

"In my impression, you will definitely be the first to rush forward at this time."

Pingzi twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally, this action obviously has the effect of sitting continuously, his suddenly contracted fingers grabbed an uneven wrinkle on the flat dead bully outfit: "... how do I remember, I always look like a dissatisfied slut |The guy who rushed forward like a madman is you~~~ Yousuke Sou."

Hirako's complaints sounded more like complaints than accusations. Obviously, it has a cold effect, which is comparable to Kuchiki's precious cabbage. The conversation created a gap that was so subtle that it was infinitely close to embarrassment, and then everyone who was still in the model of Karakura Town was very honored to witness the next miraculous moment, no, it should be the thickness of the BOSS's skin Sure enough, it was as unfathomable as his thoughts: "I have always expected you to be as enthusiastic as you said, Captain Hirako."

"Unless you can become a beautiful MM with 36D waves and breasts." Pingzi resolutely refused, "Otherwise, it's out of the question."

"If you allow me to use Kyoka Suigetsu." Kyoka Suigetsu followed its owner's waving arms to draw a wonderful trajectory in the air, and the howling wind crushed Mako Hirako's body standing on the ruins.

The air that is torn by the blade is too smooth and supple to touch through the densely covered nerve endings towards the central nervous system produced by Aizen 98. Before the biological impulses triggered by neurotransmitters have time to enter the terminal processing equipment, Aizen The free left hand has been pulled out of the pocket, and it is waved from top to bottom in the air beside him.

when--

The shield condensed by Lingzi accurately blocked the blade that appeared out of thin air, and the huge force caused the translucent barrier to shatter under the slender, dark blade.

The highly concentrated spiritual pressure on the tip of the knife squeezed through the cracked and damaged gap, like the sharp claws of some carnivorous beast, rushing towards the slender neck that is close at hand!

"Moon-tooth-day-to-chong-"

The black spiritual pressure surged into the sky like a rekindled fire, but this time the man in white who rushed out of the sea of ​​flames no longer had the ease, calmness and elegance of not long ago.

Although the black crescent moon failed to cut off the fragile connection between the cervical vertebrae as expected, it left a long and narrow wound on Aizen's body that ran away hastily from the shoulder to the waist, and the black soul with dark red edges It was like a flame with life entrenched in the bright red wound, and the splashed blood spread out one after another on the snow-white fabric.

"You did a good job, Kurosaki Ichigo." Aizen, whose half of his body was stained red by the blood gushing from the wound, evoked a sultry smile, and his light brown eyes only reflected The blond man turned his face with dead fish eyes, "As far as your slow skill is concerned."

"Don't be ashamed, Aizen." Kurosaki Ichigo, who finally left an indelible mark on Aizen's body, held the sky lock Zanyue upright in front of his chest, assuming that he could launch a powerful slash at any time .

The Big Boss Lan, who has no eyes on Xiaoqiang's savior, responded to this by gently tearing off the skirt of his clothes that had lost the meaning of covering his body forever after repeated fierce battles.

The tall, straight and smooth outline trimmed by the well-tailored Xuye suit is exposed in the cold air of the world with an unobstructed attitude, and is also exposed in a pair of light-colored gray eyes.

The slender neck stretches proudly in the shadow of the facing collars, the flowing lines extend the beautiful outline of the shoulders under the crisp evening dress, and the slightly raised collarbone connects the neck with the body like stretched wings The graceful stretching of the end of the chest, combined with the well-defined but not exaggerated muscles symmetrically arranged on both sides of the sternum, and the straight waist seems to guide the viewer's sight to explore the infinite spring scenery hidden in layers of fabrics, light but Like the deep grooves engraved on the retina... Pingzi felt from the bottom of his heart that the corners of his mouth were drawn up, and the skirt of his clothes was pulled open, revealing the gorgeous vermilion on his chest that should have been hidden in the warm and comfortable darkness behind the heavy curtains. The attitude of sticking out your head to refuse and welcome is so sensational that it should not be in such a ruined ruin, but in a room with soft and comfortable warm lights and a soft, clean double bed full of sunshine. complement each other.

However, at this moment, as a male creature that is fully mature physically and psychologically and is at the golden reproductive age, Mako Hirako has no choice but to make the soft and strong body that should occupy all his brain sulcus unceremoniously at this time (This is especially important for the Grim Reaper) The big bed was exiled from reason, and instead focused on the center of Aizen's chest, which has a completely different texture from the white, delicate, clean, soft skin, even with this inclusive body. The structure of any kind of tissue in its flesh and blood body is far away from the spherical protrusion.

There, in the very center where the dark purple stars and crosses intersect, the opaque translucent crystals are silently flowing with an ominous but charming luster, like the light flowing on the gorgeous black wings of a black mourning bird that sings of bad luck and brings death.

Almost running through the entire upper body, the hideous and deep wound tangled and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye with the regenerative ability that the god of death would never have. It only took a few breaths for the position of the long and narrow wound, and even the last emblem representing bleeding and pain disappeared without a trace.

"Big words?" Lan Ran's slender fingertips touched the injured left chest centered on Bengyu, and it was turning from faintly discernible to clearly visible faint purple veins. Slowly but firmly wrapped half of the smiling side face, "I should thank you, Kurosaki Ichigo. Thanks to you, Beng Yu finally began to respond to my wish."

"Bengyu... Aizen..." Kurosaki Ichigo hung down the tip of the knife in panic, turned his head aimlessly to search for the existence that could give his confused mind a clear and accurate answer, "Mako, what is going on? thing?!"

However, the blond man, who does not possess the know-it-all attributes of a scientist, was not popular this time, and he threw out the correct answer decisively. The frivolous and slippery Kansai accent rubbed the metal's unique sonorous between the vocal cords: "This is what Aizen really is." The purpose, Xiao Yihu." An indescribable streamer disappeared in the pupils surrounded by cold light gray, "——through this battle that pushed himself to the limit, he completed the final fusion of himself and Bengyu. "

"Isn't Aizen's purpose to create a king key?"

"Did I say that's not his purpose?" When this kind of change was caught off guard, Kui Pingzi still had time to send condolences to the savior of Liushenwuzhu, "but before that, Aizen must give himself up. Become another spirit king, another... god."

"I'm very happy to receive such an evaluation." The smooth bones that covered half of Aizen's face stretched out countless roots of the same texture to wrap around the bare|exposed throat, which added a layer of excitement to Aizen's deep and sexy timbre The echo of people's sore waist and knees, "From now on, can you wait a moment? Captain Hirako. ——After all, the process of evolution is always ugly."

"Just like 100 years ago, you are late again, Kisuke Urahara."