[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The current profiteers and the Technology Development Bureau jointly produced a scale model of Karakura Town. Over the sky, the enchantment of suffocating malicious Reiatsu filled with fragmented souls.

Since the beginning of the war, except for almost splitting the number one violent Lolita in half with a sharp gun, she has been on standby all the time, watching the wonderful individual performances of her boss, as the leader of the reactionary armed forces in the virtual circle. The only deputy, and the personal Xiaomi who is her own food and clothing parent in almost every issue of the "Journal of the Women's Association". The silver-haired fox who told the story seemed to have finally realized the attitude and standpoint he should have as a deputy, and skillfully propped up the spiritual barrier and approached Aizen, who was already wrapped in surging greed and evil thoughts.

"Captain Aizen~~~~" Carefully covered the palm of the hand with a dense layer of spirit seed film, and probed into the viscous white liquid in front of which any creature with intelligence would involuntarily shy away. The moment of a cold and slippery eyeball, even with the paralyzed skill of Fox Taishan without changing his face, the treacherous three bends also showed signs of disappearing in a blink of an eye-it has a feeling like love The beautiful killing intent is not the same as a murderous maniac, nor does it mean that Gin Ichimaru can reach a consensus with the walking humanoid poisoning machine of the [-]th squad in terms of anatomy. After pushing away the eyeball that devoured the surrounding Reiatsu desperately and had no sign of ever being an intelligent creature, Ichimaru Gin let the Reishi film that originally only covered the wrist spread directly to the shoulders, almost killing half of his body. After being stuffed into the flexible and flowing film, the silver-haired fox, after confirming the conclusion that the exact radius of the ball could not be measured even with the whole arm, began to call out to the encircled Blue Boss, "Can you hear me?" ?"

More than once in Aizen's laboratory, I have seen the strange characteristics of this creature in front of me, and the creepy endless appetite. It is worth mentioning that it is at the bottom of the ten blades, and it was beaten by Queen Lulu with an ice skate. The ability possessed by Aaronilo Eluruyeli, who has a scoop on his head, is inspired by this existence between living things and matter-Ichimaru Gin knows how to deal with these irrational, only I instinctively deal with the presence of danger.Thanks to Aizen's extremely powerful spiritual pressure under the catalysis of Bengyu, Ichimaru Gin, who has completely restrained the fluctuation of spiritual pressure, is no more eye-catching than a sixth-class star hidden in the glare of the sun, especially those who are coming from knots. In the retinas of the golden eyeballs that gathered from all directions of the world and passed him by.

Therefore, after completing the "reckless" trial, which is equivalent to stuffing fresh and tender meat into the hungry stomach of a crocodile, the Ichimaru fox took back the meat soaked in stomach acid, and the corners of his lips suddenly deepened. The arc made no secret of the owner's gloating fear of chaos: "Yeah, you seem to be in big trouble, Captain Aizen."

"It is indeed an obstacle that cannot be easily ignored." Ai Ran's deep and flexible voice came faintly from behind the boiling golden eyeballs, a large amount of gray and white in the gray liquid, obviously lost the basic functions of the sphere as a body organ. Then the calm words made the best footnote, "But calling it trouble is an exaggeration."

"I've known from 100 years ago that your troubles have always been only Captain Hirako." Kansai accent slyly rose, Ichimaru silver habitually hid the right hand holding the sharp gun in the wide cuff under the left elbow, "so, I just want to remind you that the trouble that made you so excited seems to be slipping away, Captain Aizen~~~~"

As soon as the words fell, the golden eyeballs tumbling endlessly in the white slurry froze for a moment shorter than the flick of a finger, and then the frozen liquid boiled with unprecedented intensity. A golden eyeball that was pushed to the top was overwhelmed and ruptured, and the turbid yellowish translucent juice overflowed from the fragile organ, like concentrated acid meeting a strong alkali, and the curling smoke accompanied the The creepy rustling sound filled the coquettish scarlet gems behind Ichimaru Gin's slowly opening eyelids.

"That guy Ichimaru Gin didn't know what he said to Soyousuke, that guy Aizen seemed to be stimulated." With the good eyesight of the mature mask, he paid close attention to the knot outside the barrier separated by a soul. Any flirtatious blond mask in the world touched the small chin that was clean and without a single hair, "The movement suddenly came up."

The matter of taking away the Oscar statuette named the commentator just now, but three times unilaterally terminated the stalemate battle on the chessboard, tilted the hood slightly, and the gentle and clear baritone took over the end of the sentence as if nothing had happened: "Now Lan Ran is invulnerable all over, but there is a broken butt that cannot be concealed."

"That word should be pronounced 腚 instead of 腚-" the ignorant former captain of the [-]th Division blurted out unconsciously with an Alexander expression on his face, "Could it be Bengyu?...that idiotic look in your eyes what's going on?"

The matter was nothing more than San Tan pulled down the already drooping fabric of the hood, and turned his head calmly: "I'm judging whether you really don't know anything or are you pretending to be crazy again."

"in conclusion?"

"What you left in Aizen's body is not [beep——] liquid but brain matter."

Mako Hirako, a ginseng rooster who suffered from IQ leakage, put on a sad face: "...you don't want to say that Aizen's weakness is me?"

"I don't dare to talk about weakness. At least if Gin Ichimaru says that a guy who has not shown any fighting intent from the beginning to the end is about to slip away with his tail between his legs, Aizen will never remain indifferent."

The corners of Pingzi's exaggeratedly raised mouth drooped abruptly, converging into a sharp and sharp deep straight line. It took him a long time to stare at the thing that was rising from the front of the chessboard, but the corner of the hem of his clothes rolled into a torrent, and jumped out. The flying Kansai accent is like a thunder brewing in the chest, stirring up an echo in the lungs that makes the beating heart suddenly tighten: "Let's start too."

The sphere composed of swarming souls seemed to be continuously impacted by a powerful force from within, and the viscous and turbid liquid rippled layer by layer, and at the same time, one after another, irregular spots were continuously formed. The bulges rise and fall one after another and finally connect into a winding mountain system. A little dazzling cold star penetrates the thinnest peak and shines in front of the translucent film.

The slender and pale fingertips lightly touched the curved and elegant ridge of the knife, Ichimaru Gin stepped forward and bent over, and the snow-white sleeves of Xu Yezhuang fell and rose again, and the silver lightning that appeared across the sky tore the blood-red At the moment of the gemstone, a beautiful killing intent like love surged out: "Swastika, God kills the gun."