[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

So we shoulder the responsibility of preventing the BOSS from entering a state of emptiness, loneliness, and cold climbing the wall due to the sudden blank schedule before the return of the No. [-] protagonist Strawberry Xiaoqiang in this world that begins with BL and ends with H, and then evolves into a lonely and self-admiring Dugu. Seeking defeat, warming the bed first, no, the great responsibility of warming up, the little angel of revenge, the little partner of justice - the former mascot of the Fifth Division, and now the honorary leader of the Masked Legion, Mako Hirako, is a former colleague and now a sincere companion (Please reread here) blessings and sincere wishes (please refer to the previous bracket) have embarked on the path of tasting the exclusive experience value of the little strawberry in advance, and brushing the boss alone in the hero copy. ——There should be a soundtrack here. The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return~~~~~ (Like the author, the uncontrollable loop of the strong man in the brain, if you gave birth to a boy, please raise your hand! )

The huge irregular cocoon formed by the golden eyeballs trembled with the unique pulse of life, like a huge heart beating in the center of the enchantment.After finally avoiding another catastrophe of being dragged into the vortex by the turbulent turbid current by a narrow margin, the Shimaru fox couldn't bear it anymore and no longer took up the sharp gun, and was ready to be surrounded by a large group in front of him again. At the same time, it is evolving more and more towards the tentacle system, and the eyeballs with soaring ghost value have opened a large transparent hole to string gourds.

"卍解, God Killing Gun." The Kansai accent, which always drags the ending sound as sweet and soft as honey, or as cold and secretive as □□, cleanly cuts off the ending sound representing killing, which is short and full of rhythm. The moment the syllables resounded through the winter sky of Karakura Town, the silver lightning pierced through the blue sky, splitting the turbulent turbidity current, and the moment it unfolded its body like a coiled poisonous snake, the fangs that popped out of its mouth couldn't wait to kill it. The deadly poison is injected into the soft and warm body.

when--

The sound of Jintiejiao not so unexpectedly shook the eardrums of the silver fur fox, and slightly lifted the wrist that was under heavy pressure. The Ichimaru fox, who opened his eyes rarely when he was not killing, completely opened his eyelids. Let the pupils, which are more seductive than the most magnificent ruby, be completely exposed in the air, and then he said coldly in a gloomy Kansai accent: "Take your feet off my sharp gun, Hirako Mako."

In mid-air, hovering in the mid-air boldly with the movement of a big horse golden knife, one foot firmly stepped on the spine of the sharp gun extending out, causing the silver electric light that tore through the space to kill people to deviate from the intended target ——The villain boss didn't know how much of his heart melted—and threw himself into the broad embrace of Mother Earth, with one hand neatly placed across his forehead, accurately blocking the siege and interception that broke through many eyeballs. It was originally aimed at the fox fluffy Soft silver hair... The Tianling Gai under it is now a blond mask. The right forearm that has suddenly evolved into a copper-skinned iron bone is invulnerable. Mako Hirako's lips curled up at the moment when the blade and the arm intersected with a flash of fire, The flying sparks lit up the sharp reflections on the white teeth in the flowing water clouds.

"Yeah, don't be so impatient, little guy~~~Give me another 30 seconds..." The enemy still pushed his eyes away from the sky-defying boss like the blue boss, and turned halfway The bloodthirsty murderous intent on the lips of the neat golden-haired leader of the Masked Legion was replaced by a strange frivolity. The moment he focused on the correct target again, the exaggerated rise converged into a straight line after a short period of stiffness. With a cold and serious line, "... take back the preface, and give me another 3 minutes."

Immediately afterwards, the blond mask pulled out a small piece of silver metal that was not as big as a fingernail from the collar, and roared angrily at the receiver that was pulled to his mouth: "Kisuke Urahara, you have a problem with taste, your whole family There are problems with the taste of the whole family tree!"

As the recipient, Urahara Kisuke, who was attacked by the sudden roaring letter, jumped up directly on the roof of the remote crowd, and hurriedly pulled out the same device that was originally attached to the inner side of the ear pinna near the ear hole, rubbing and buzzing. The ringing ears defended innocently: "Well~~ Ping Zisan, don't say that. The bandage suit is very suitable for you."

The blond mask frowned, and the corners of the eyes twitched, and directly threw away the blade on the arm, and the sleeves that had been torn and smashed by the tyrannical force in the hand-to-hand combat immediately turned into pieces of messy cloth Like flying all over the sky, covering the sight straight ahead: "I'm not talking about being Aizen, the shape of the plaster sausage flower fairy is fine, but this is like a vineyard full of golden eyeballs. What the hell is going on with those two clothes-drying poles for drying grapes on the back? Damn it, this is actually not Aizen Soyousuke, or Bengyu Xiaopenyou, but an Alpha-infected body, right? !"

With any thoughts in his head—whether good or bad—the profiteer Urahara, who habitually pressed his hat when he turned it around, pressed the brim of his hat that was about to swallow his nose: "...This is Aizen's problem, right?"

"The main character of Wu Xiao, Beng Yu is obviously a good thing you made?"

"I didn't make this collapsing jade, at least part of it should be stamped with the label produced by Aizen." Pressed by Mako Hirako's words to the point where he couldn't explain it, the profiteer in this world, with panda eyes that were more eye-catching than ever, exclaimed He bumped into Tianqu, and then quickly resumed his usual cunning and cunning, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I want to say..." The Kansai accent dragged meaningfully, and behind the hook-like ending was the heart of madein Kisuke Urahara's father and mother, "If Aizen doesn't come back, I'll write a letter of divorce and divorce him immediately, Just wait and make me a baby!"

The profiteer Urahara who received a sudden "marriage proposal" at the other end of the wireless signal was overwhelmed by embarrassment—==b: "..."

Fearing that the world will not be chaotic, the acquaintance of the president unceremoniously snatched the metal button that was stuck on the fingertips of the profiteer Urahara, and readily agreed to Mako Hirako's request, and free home delivery, no, bed service: " I am the master, Xisuke is yours! Do you want to pick a day when I wash Xisu, put on Bai Wugou and send it to your bed?"

Kisuke Urahara==|||: "..."

"It's just that Bai Wugou's words are too monotonous?" His teaching history is equivalent to the history of Zhenyang School, and Mikami, who is so senior that he can't be more senior, has no awareness of being a teacher at all. Disrespect.

On the side, he covered himself from head to toe as a black ghost, leaving only the monocle on the left eye shining brightly in the shadow, but San slowly suggested: "Otherwise, for the sake of Urahara-kun's joy, , I reluctantly contributed my favorite set, including blindfolds, mouth plugs, nipple clips, handcuffs, fetters, and of course the most indispensable, the chastity belt with a Christmas tree plug, black A leather and silver metal restraint suit to dress up our bride?"

So, following the matter, he spit out an accessory noun or a precise and meticulous adjective from his mouth in a gentle manner, and a Urahara profiteer with an ellipsis added to his head: "…………………………"

——The ellipsis swiped the screen in the brain in an infinite loop, and it was messed up in the silent wind.

"Only the arms." The blue boss's deep and beautiful voice that even the top-notch cello pales in comparison is a powerful skill to grab attention at any time, even though the blue boss has forcibly interrupted Beng Yu's evolution, and Beng's whole body is covered. There was only one face left to look straight at. Hirako Mako turned her eyes reflexively, and then cleared her field of vision at least a hundred times faster than turning her head. After a crisp sound from the cervical spine A side face of "give me back my dog's eyes" is attached, and he grinned and said, "Souyousuke, your shape has once again refreshed the lower limit of my aesthetics. I have always thought that I have seen Aronilo's foot After that, there is nothing in this world that is so alien that I can't look directly at it."

"As I said, the process of evolution is always ugly. Captain Hirako." Ignoring the half-truth, half-sarcasm, and half-sarcasm of Kansai accent in Pingzi's mouth, he unconsciously squirmed the countless golden eyeballs piled up under his body to form a connection. The bunch of grapes emits bursts of molluscs entangled and rubbed against each other, making people wonder whether it should be the creepy or the disgusting sticky and slippery sound of water. Aizan just used the sharp contrast, which caused the degree of abnormality of the shape to soar at least Thirty percent, the only thing that remains intact from top to bottom, even because of the increase in strength, the pair of silhouettes on the handsome and more bewitching head are narrow and slender. The stern and graceful persona added an indescribably ambiguous and seductive allure to the eyes. He stared deeply at Pingzi, who had just faded away the unique pearl of the pale and hard bones, revealing fair and delicate skin. He murmured slightly, and said slowly, "Your skill in manipulating the blur is beyond my expectation, Captain Pingzi."

"Do you want to know why? 僣... Aizen." Mako Hirako finally changed his head, his light gray eyes stared straight at the inhuman eyeball accumulation in front of him - the evolving blue boss, with his lips A ray of moonlight-like, elegant but bleak smile emerged slowly.

"Appreciate further details."

Pingzi raised the corners of his mouth again, and the tenderness of the moonlight turned into a more solitary and lonely pride, which trampled all the principles of honor, dignity and morality into the dust with his own hands, but emerged from a ruin full of devastation and ruins. A flower, with the most beautiful colors and sharpest edges in the world - specially made for blood and death: "Because I studied blurring on myself earlier than you, Aizen."

——A full 100 years earlier.