[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Who are you? Why did you appear in the underground chamber!"

"What are the guards doing! It's so easy for people to invade the central room 46!"

"Come on, take this daring intruder..."

"Tsk, what a familiar treatment, Ichiro-kun." The black-haired, black-eyed man in black clothes stood in the center of the meeting hall, his dark eyes were unhurried behind the silver-rimmed glasses with metallic cold light. Quickly glanced at the cold and hard inscriptions on each stone tablet, his eyes were not as sharp as a knife, and the waves flowing in his eyes could even be called as affectionate and gentle as jade. In an instant, all the noisy hustle and bustle was reduced to the silence that could be heard when a needle fell, "I thought you had already introduced my identity to the sages and judges in Room 46 of the Central Committee."

The red-haired great sage let out an inexplicable low laugh behind the stone tablet: "I also thought you would appear here in the glory of Shen Dinghua. What's going on with this black and black attire?"

"Are you referring to the uniform of the Royal Secret Service?" The man with black hair and black eyes slightly raised his black eyebrows, and his voice was steady without any emotional fluctuations, "As a non-staff member, you don't have to be as rigid as a regular employee What's more, I just came back from the endless hell and rushed to the soul world without stopping. There are some flaws in the clothing. For the sake of the news I brought, the great sage of Fuchuan should not chase after him Bar?"

"Oh? Dressed up as a mourner... I really don't appreciate your so-called news."

"I can't argue with that." The dark-eyed man pushed the slender silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, raised one shoulder blade chicly, and spread his palms, "Because it's really not good news, especially in the After your people messed up that thing."

"Then I have to listen even more carefully." Behind the cold stone tablet, the number one sage who holds the power of life and death in the entire central room 46 relaxed the lines of his shoulders and neck, and sat comfortably in the high-backed chair behind him, which was definitely not comfortable. .

The natural handsomeness of the black-haired man is mixed with this artificial delicacy, and a playful smile emerges on his handsome, almost monstrous face in the darkness: "Before I speak, did you forget something?"

"Huh? Ah!" The great sage with wine-red hair representing pure blood straightened his body from the backrest again, "It was my negligence."

"Let me introduce you to all the gentlemen here." The No. 30 eighth-generation head of the Fuchuan family, the current head of the Fuchuan family, second only to the four nobles at the top of the Jinglingting aristocratic pyramid, said every word in a calm and slow solemn tone. He paused and said slowly, "Standing in front of you is the sixth member of the King's Secret Service Zero Division, who is also the planner and executor of the special A-level spiritual child large-scale experiment 'Hell' plan—Matsushima Zero Degree .”

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———————————————— I am the dividing line between the soul world and the present world——————————————

In the present world, Karakura Town, the base of the Masked Forces, an abandoned old warehouse located in a remote corner of Karakura Town

"Ah——I'm so bored." Throwing aside the latest issue of JUMP from Aichuan Luowu, the blond masked army leader sat on the dilapidated sofa that complemented the dilapidated scene of the entire warehouse from the last issue. Roll from the left to the far right, and then roll back unwilling to be lonely.

"If you're bored, go back to Jinglingting and be the captain. Didn't someone from Central Room 46 come over?" Sitting on the armrest of the sofa, he devoted all his energy to measuring the bust of the hot swimsuit beauty in the magazine. Yadomaru Lisa, who was formerly stalwart and beautiful, pushed the red frame on the bridge of her nose, "Anyway, that guy Aizen has been imprisoned in the endless hell, and he will never see the light of day again in his life. The fifth squad seems to be leaderless now." .”

"I can't see the sun?" Pingzi got up from the old leather surface of the sofa, and rubbed the short jaw-length hair that miraculously maintained the perfect hairstyle even under the master's upside-down force, with one hand, "That may not be the case~~~"

"What did you say?"

"I said who wants to go back to work for those boring guys again. It's hard to get everything over. I still want to live a peaceful life with nothing to do for a few days~ It's a bit strange that Kenshiroz and the others didn't return to the Soul Realm. Ah." The blond masked army threw himself into the soft back of the sofa with drowsy eyes, and let out a vague □□.

"If you even decide not to go back, Mako, then it's not surprising that Luo Wu and the others don't go back, right? You know, doesn't even Urahara Kisuke have any plans to return to Soul Soul World?" The shrewd and capable intellectual girl held The hot and voluptuous bikini girl curled up in a semicircle, "That guy Shiro only needs to have Kensai, and now the captain of the [-]th division is Yuri Mayuri, and Hiyori and him were deadly enemies when the Technology Development Bureau was first established. It’s not surprising that you don’t want to go back.”

"That guy in Hiyori obviously wants Miss Kiryu. Like Shiro, he is a child who has not grown up around 'mother'." Mako Hirako raised a palm and patted the drowsy He yawned at the temple with his mouth wide open, covering almost two-thirds of his entire face, "Ah~~~ But Lisa, why don't you go back? I remember you went to say hello to the leader of the Beijing band, right?"

"Seeing him living so well..." The intellectual beauty, who seemed to have no expression other than calm and courageous, lowered her head at any time, and the bangs hanging on her forehead just rightly shrouded the ripples flowing deep in her pupils. Thick and colorful shadows, "Squad [-], there is no reason to go back there anymore."

The moment the voice fell, the depressive silence spread in the air like a plague. After a long time, Hirako Mako propped up her crooked and unsettled body from the sofa: "It's almost noon, my lovely first love Lisa-chan wants to want……"

"I brought fugu ramen, don't you mind tasting my handiwork? Ms. Yadoumaru, and Mako?"

The huge thermos almost wiped Hirako Mako's cheek and poked it on the back of the sofa with a thunderous momentum, at the same time a slender, powerful white jade-like palm landed accurately on the side of Hirako Mako's other ear.

The poor sitting posture with the whole head almost leaning back on the backrest made the lazy and sharp light-colored eyes look straight up, and the cold light gray eyes met with the unpredictable black eyes in an instant, and the crystal clear pupils were clear. Reflect each other's facial features.

The alert and calm sharpness contrasts with the gentle and elegant calmness.

"Although I don't really believe that you will melt in the model made by Xiaoxisu like ice cream exposed to the hot sun, but you reappeared in front of me so soon, you are really good at disappointing, Qi Baiyi. "

"Little Makoto is really duplicity cute." (Don't use cute words to describe me, it's disgusting.)

"When I dissipated, you obviously looked at me with such reluctance, why did you see me coming back from recovery but was so heavily guarded?" Qi Baiyi lowered his head even more deeply, so that the former vice-captain of the eighth squad was shining Looking behind the glasses, it seemed as if he wanted to give a gentle kiss to the blond mask lying on the sofa, "It's rare for me to go to the kitchen, do you want to try the fugu ramen I cooked by myself?"

The corners of Mako Hirako's eyes, eyebrows and mouth were lying on the sofa, following the law of universal gravitation, and bared a mouthful of neat whale teeth: "No, I'm worried about food poisoning."

The iron-gray iridescence has a brilliant light that is fleeting: "Don't go around in circles, just speak up if you have anything to say, Qi Baiyi."

"The kindness is so kind, then I will be disrespectful." The black-haired man's lips curled into an elegant and shallow arc, and he slowly lowered his drooping head. His lips, which are thin but moist to the touch, seemed to be touching The moment he touches the sensitive ear tip hidden behind the thin hair like cicada wings, the low and flexible baritone slowly stirs the sensitive end of the auditory nerve dormant in the depths of the winding tunnel, "I have something to ask—something about The seal is also about... Aizen."