[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The flesh and blood crumbled, and the bones creaked.

Those accumulated and deposited in the deepest river streams of the long river of time, the power of which was so dark that even time itself would forget their existence exploded in a terrifying situation.

With the heart as the drum, the blood as the mallet, the nerves as the strings, and the tendons as the urchin, a piece of music is played, iron horses, golden arms, beacon fires, smoke and orchestral strings, vomit, dumb, wind and moon.

The swelling of the lungs is the banner of hunting, the convulsions of the stomach are the cheers of triumph, and the convulsions and convulsions of the coiled intestines are the road trampled by the roaring hoofs.

The whole lungs are trembling, the whole chest is shaking, the whole body is moving from the inside out, minute by minute, from the heart to the brain, from the head to the tail, from the nerve center to the peripheral nerves, from the rib closest to the heart to the The fingertips farthest from the heart, slow, stubborn, unstoppable, irreversible, collapse!

The scorching magma rushes out along the chapped and broken gaps in the skin, and the moment the last drop of blood squeezes out of the rolling scars, the pale snow-like and viscous liquid like honey pours down like an avalanche, just one breath and one eyelash melts into a liquid state A slender and pale human figure is outlined by the skeleton, and after several transformations of the facial essence, it finally freezes into a simple, almost rudimentary, but unforgettable mask.

A mask that eliminates the ups and downs of the facial features, the distinction between the mouth and nose, and only a pair of skull-like, swarthy, bottomless eye sockets on top of the smooth bones.

The scarlet light glowed faintly in the darkness behind the mask, it was clearly a redder and hotter color than the blood gushing and splashing from the arteries, and every time it jumped and swayed, it blew out a breath that was more cruel and cruel than death or destruction.

"Aizen." The Kansai dialect with the smooth and winding ending overlapping the strange tremolo rang out. The blond mask turned the empty mask towards the direction of the winter sun, letting the same cold and indifferent sunlight inlaid the edge of the mask. A halo of bleakness, a mask that should have lacked expression changes due to the absence of facial features, but strangely makes people feel a lip corner that is slowly raising an astonishing length, revealing neat and white teeth, arrogant, willful, and unassuming Smiling provocatively again, "How many times do you want to die? ——Before the little strawberry from the Kurosaki family returns here."

Aizan silently stared at Hirako Mako who was slowly pulling out the caress from the scabbard, if that could still be called the mask named Hirako Mako with a bright smile and a playful smile.

A more chaotic and violent spiritual pressure than Xu, a more gloomy and gloomy vibe than Xu, a more greedy, ominous, and creepier... aura than Xu.

what is that?It's just a monster revived by Mako Hirako's spirit body. It's lower, humbler and more filthy than the lowest-level Killian, but it has the power to attract countless heroes even if it is as strong as Stark. Varstord is also unmatched in power!

Therefore, after a long groan and a brief confrontation, Aizen slowly opened his mouth. The deep and gorgeous bass is without joy or sorrow after restraining all emotions, but it is like a thunder walking through the endless darkness that cannot be seen through the endless abyss. Among the clouds, besides the lightning that stretched and vigorously tearing apart the entire sky without restraint, there was also thunder that made the whole world roar and tremble: "This is your power? Mako Hirako."

The moment the last syllable of the BOSS's signature declarative interrogative sentence dissipated in the cold air, the mirror flower and water moon had already turned into a lightning bolt that could cut skin, cut flesh and bones, and cut everything that stood in the way. The screecher with a beautifully curved blade pierces through the brow between the scarlet eyes.

However, the blond mask that was pierced by a knife only slowly raised the right hand that did not hold a knife in an elegant and almost ambiguous gesture. The lord of the Qixu circle was included in the hug because of the attack with the knife, and the eyes occupied by the blood did not feel the pain of piercing the brain, but only joking with great interest: "You are beautiful."

The cold fingers are like some kind of boneless mollusk that will flood the garden once the rainy season comes. The touch of the neck that has become more refined and elegant after evolution is wet and slippery, like a heart that has stopped beating for a long time. The purple-black blood gushed out of it.

"Especially when you are angry, Soyousuke. You know this is an uncommon sight." Kansai dialect arranges words in the air in an unprecedented soothing and graceful posture that can be captured and interpreted by the auditory nerve endings, Before Aizen raised his hand and patted away the palm that was almost poking into the unopened placket, Pingzi withdrew his fingers without warning, grasped the back of the mirrored Hua Shuiyue, and then exerted force, twisted his wrist, and dragged horizontally!

The sudden huge power caught Zanpakuto's master off guard before he could take back the deadly weapon, and he was born to drink blood. The arc of harvesting life draws a plump and full arc in the hard bones, passing through a monster Chitong almost knocked off half of the skull!

Amid the splashing blood, Mako Hirako's remaining eyes were flickering, and Aizen's pale reflection appeared and disappeared on the irises. He seemed to want to lick the blood, but he had to give up this plan because of the cover of the mask. , and turned to let out a pleasant admiration from the depths of his throat, allowing the chalky white overflowing from the wound to cover half of his face: "Even the expression of surprise is indescribable...but~love~"

Nifu swings the knife across the board, embracing the former love in his arms with death, just a short distance away, Aizen retreats in an almost embarrassed posture, and Shunpo, who is almost played to the peak, still can't stop the sharp blade On the waist, there was a knife mark that was as deep as the bone and almost cut in half.

White phantom splashed in the air instead of blood, Aizen stared blankly at the man who kept slashing with a knife, his once mutilated face was reappearing completely at a speed comparable to Aizen's super-speed regeneration.

"The test is over. It looks like we are all monsters that have lost their blood, Soyousuke. I just don't know..." There was a brief but strange pause in the Kansai accent, Hirako twisted his cervical spine, and there was a crisp sound of bones colliding In the middle, Ni Fu was held straight and steady by its owner to his chest, and the Ni Fu reflected the bright but icy winter sun more dazzlingly and colder. Undead, I don’t know if you reached the limit first, or I was on the verge of collapse first?”

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"I have some doubts whether Aizen Soyousuke was born with atypical facial paralysis, or Beng Yu moved some strange hands and feet on his facial nerves in the process of evolution. Otherwise..." The man in black robe stopped briefly The long and slender fingers dancing on the keyboard elegantly twirled a plump red cherry in the fruit plate timely handed over by Feng Yuemei, and the soft and gentle tone was unusually pleasant, "He is obviously about to be caught by Mako Hirako's ignorance. Love is crazy, and you can still laugh?"

Putting down the high-power binoculars in your hand, giving up on tracking. Within the enchantment, suddenly in the east, sometimes in the west, the dragon sees its head, disappears, sometimes faces each other with swords in the sky, blinks and runs to the intact room that survived the ruins to punch. □ added snow-white figure.King Ling, the profiteer rubbing the Qingming acupoint twitched in his heart and complained silently, even if he suddenly became interested and had the same inhuman hobby as the current director of the Technology Development Bureau, installing eight eyes for himself 360 degrees without dead ends , but also be drawn by the two ex-captains of the [-]th team with dazzling mosquito-repellent coils.

"Are you okay?" With this gentle and sincere greeting, a small piece of delicate and beautiful snack was handed to the profiteer. The pleasing emerald green and the cherry sauce like crystal clear rubies spread between the white fingers With a mouth-watering sweet smell, the profiteer who took the dessert inherited the good upbringing of a nobleman who had received strict to almost harsh etiquette training. He habitually wanted to thank him, but when he heard the voice of the owner raise it slightly At the end, the oily tone reminiscent of the mixture of the blond-haired Masked Army and the silver-haired BOSS Xiaomi joked, "Looking at the expression on your face that is about to spit out, you must not have a good rest recently? Even if it's not for yourself , and rest assured. After all, you are no longer alone. Pu~hara~jun~~~”

As soon as the words fell, Urahara Kisuke got his wish—of course it was someone's wish—and became the focus of everyone's attention. Of course, the focus of the attention was naturally Urahara's profiteer, who was covered in loose dark green clothes, flat and flat. A tight belly with beautiful eight-pack abs.

"You..." The profiteer explained with twitching corners of his mouth, but was almost nailed into the ceiling under his feet by a slender hand wrapped in a steel helmet, "Is it from that bastard Mako?"

"How……"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know Urahara-kun, you already... If I knew this, I wouldn't ask you to help me collect the history books of modern human beings." Mikami, who has been a teacher for many years, expressed his humanity to special people after his childhood sweetheart. Caring and greetings.

The profiteer grinned without tears: "Please believe me, Senior Pingzi and I..."

"Although I don't know much about men's status, but as an experienced doctor, I think that Mr. San's advice is really very pertinent." The fourth team is so gentle and virtuous that even the current Kenpachi shuns Yamato Nadeko ( Joy?) joined the army of ridicule.

"...TAT" So under the light of the halo of the Virgin of the Uno Flower Captain, the eighth uncle and the thirteenth aunt, no, lifelong good friends who have to hold their breath and hold their breath in the shape of a quail without saying a word, escape from Jingling The 100-year-old profiteer in the family relived some good memories related to Si in an instant, and shut his mouth for being a gentleman, deep in his heart, lasagna tears flowed backwards, and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The hysteria of sadness ——Give me back my innocence! ~~~~~~

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Just when Kisuke Urahara was watched inhumanely by a group of companions who either disrespected the old or feared that the world would not be chaotic, and tried their best to rack their brains, even more inhumanely, in order to avoid the front page headline of the special issue of the Women's Association from "Love and Kill each other" ! ——The 100-year love and hatred of the former captains of the Fifth Division" became "Kisuke Urahara: Senior, I want to give birth to you!" ——Remember the Mental Journey of a Vicissitudes and Decaying Man from the Third Age to the Main Palace" When he started, no, when he rose, the other two protagonists facing each other with swords in the sky finally stopped their initial temptations.

"Yo, it seems very happy~~~" Due to the change of position during the battle, Mako Hirako, who flew about a head higher than Aizen, could easily see the pressure-free crowd on the roof over Aizen's shoulder Soy sauce party.

Faced with the blond man's life-threatening behavior that could be calmly and distracted, the Aizen Demon King who had just lost his love replied——a spectacle of flowers and water moons, almost splitting the man from top to bottom even with his eye-catching blond hair In two halves—as expected, the male creature in lovelorn not only added a double gain BUFF to its destructive power, but also presented an attribute called bloody violence—then smiled (transformed) in a gentle (black) manner: "I can Sending you there personally, of course, is limited to your head."

"Tsk." Easily dodging the oncoming face, the shining blade of the mirror flower, water moon, and Hirako Mako, who was wrapped in the surging liquid bones except for the hair, made a resounding sound, "Well, then there is no need. Then The experience of this body, there must be nothing good happening there at this time, and are you sure you want to chop off my head, Aizen."

"You know, if you really do this, the one who never tells you, but regards you as the most important treasure in his life, no matter how much he hates you, will always save you when you need it most, love you deeply Your Hirako Mako will never come back~~~~"

The author has something to say:

Tell me what this complex of shaking M and shaking S is.

I don't know!

My Jin Duanzhi refuses to be so cruel!