[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Wrapped around a hundred thousand guan, ride a crane down to Yangzhou.Since ancient times, the place of fireworks and the gate of the Yamen facing south have been the boundaries that the poor and the poor without money should not enter.

Mako Hirako, who had just borrowed [-] Jinglingting's common currency from Yuuki Zangwu, turned around and became a guest of Xianyue Pavilion in Jinglingting's high-end red-light district.Accompanying him was an old acquaintance, Mr. Shirou who made a shocking appearance that night from Hideaki Fukagawa's bedroom.

Feng Shilang, who came out from behind the screen, swept away the enchanting style of that night and changed to an elegant route. He was wearing a sky-blue solid-color kimono with a wide black belt, and only a piece of purple jade with intricately carved patterns hung on his waist. Below it is embellished with bright red tassels.The face without makeup, the delicate and beautiful features are just like the fine brushwork sketches drawn by the painter for the inner room of the palace. The black hair tied up around Xin's long white neck hangs down on the chest to create a slender line, which is from a clean and handsome Elegant and elegant, there is a period of coquettish charm.

"You're a bit late, Mako." Without coquettishness or obsequiousness, Feng Shirou sat beside Hirako calmly, raised his glass and drank the sake in the shallow cup, inadvertently revealing Mako Hirako's round but still angular side face line combined with the free and easy gesture of the skirt fluttering at the moment of raising the glass to the lips seems to be more deceptive than the horror night glimpse of the heavy make-up.

Hirako Mako supported his chin with one hand, licked the tip of his tongue and refused to answer Feng Shirou's words of accusation, instead, he started another topic and talked about him: "As expected of the most famous thief in Liuhun Street in the past, his skills are still vigorous after so many years. "

Feng Shilang sneered, and put down his cup: "Mako Hirako, you are also from Liuhun Street, don't you know what kind of people become thieves in Liuhun Street, and prostitutes in Jinglingting? People like you are in Liuhun Street. Soul Street can be the king of the district, and the thirteenth division of the Guardian Court is the god of death that everyone respects and fears, why bother to ridicule me, a trash who is not good enough?"

"I'm not making fun of you, Shirou." Hirako Mako put a hand on Feng Shirou's shoulder familiarly, and pulled out a carefully folded note from his arms, "That night was just a short time you I can stuff this thing into my socks, which is much easier than when I fumbled for the purse from my arms."

If Feng Shilang just had a layer of ice on his face just now, then he is simply wrapped from head to toe in a three-foot-thick ice shell, silently announcing the world with a sudden burst of aura and a stern aura The secret that I had to tell when I was young and frivolous-Mako Hirako is a stain in Feng Shilang's career that cannot be washed away, it is a memory that cannot be recalled, it is... Nima is a completely black history!

"The old rule is that you pay the money and deliver the goods." Mako Hirako took out twenty thousand from her pocket and laid them out on the table, grinning so hard that she couldn't see her eyes when she saw her teeth, "Don't make trouble with money, Shirou. "

"If I didn't want my signboard, I really want to sit on the ground and raise the price." Feng Shilang snorted coldly, and pocketed all the coins in front of him unceremoniously, "Next time, don't even think about getting even a single ring from me. information!"

After saying that, he slapped a brown paper bag viciously on Pingzi's chest, got up and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Pingzi took out the paper bag on his chest and rubbed his chest, which was oppressed and short of breath when he was slapped by a large piece of his head, he grinned indifferently, revealing a row of shining big white teeth, and muttered softly in Kansai accent: "C'mon!" , You don’t sell me the news of one ring, you sell me the news of ten thousand rings.”

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Behind the screen, there is an inner room separated by a wall.

The gauze is ethereal, and the sandalwood is curling up.

The white sandalwood rising slowly from the incense burner with the flying crane pattern filled the room, and the moment a silky and soft voice rang out behind the veil, the elegant fragrance in the air suddenly turned into a charming and enchanting flower like the other shore flower. Sweet and greasy: "The information...has been given to Makoto?"

"After editing and adding according to your wishes, I made a photocopy and gave it to him." Feng Shilang sat down on his knees in front of the tulle, looking at the shadows behind the tulle, unable to distinguish where in the dark and dim space It's the clothes of the dead bully outfit, where is the corner that the light can't touch, "I don't understand, why do you do this..."

As if suddenly realizing something, Feng Shilang bit the corner of his lips suddenly, and swallowed the words that almost blurted out into his throat.

The light and shadow behind the veil swayed slightly, like ripples on the clear water surface, casting changing shadows on the bottom of the pool. Behind the swaying curtain, the soft voice entwined Shiro's limbs and torso along his facial features like vines growing in the darkness. The seven orifices penetrated into the internal organs and entangled the heart and lungs: "Shirou, I am always very tolerant to my juniors. ——especially when this junior is very interesting. Since Xiao Mako wants to know some old things, instead of letting him aimlessly It hurts me to see him bumping into walls and getting himself bruised and swollen. Then I might as well tell him the...'truth' back then."

Feng Shilang lowered his head and hid his icy and cool fingertips in his wide sleeves, but he was suddenly dragged out by a slender and more beautiful palm protruding from behind the tulle: "Your hands are trembling, Is it because of the cold or fear? Xiao Shirou." A thick and sticky voice Some kind of cold-blooded animal without feet that is also flexible and cold meanders through the naked skin, and winds along the slightly open collar of the neck, freezing the chest A lively heart.

Deep and flexible, with a vague smile, warm and fiery palms clung to the beautiful cheeks: "You don't have to be afraid of me, Shirou. With these beautiful eyes, you shouldn't be afraid of me. Haha." The laughter in the throat contained the meaning of suppressed madness, the slender fingers stroked the long and narrow eye ends over and over again, and suddenly pierced into the tender skin, the dark green pupils that were almost pure black were immediately smudged and circulated due to the unexpected severe pain Uncertain hazy water light.

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"Hey, Mako, why are you so slow!" In the deserted suburbs of Liuhun Street, a pure black cat lazily snoozing on a branch of a maple tree suddenly spoke out, and the young man's voice that hadn't changed completely carried A gritty hoarseness, "Getting the things you want out of the second team really exhausted me. Why didn't you tell me before that it was such a thick pile?"

Mako Hirako, who was complained twice in a day about her slow movement, shook the kraft paper bag in her hand, and pulled out a stack of bricks from the grass, which was even worse than the bricks in her hand. Looking at the paper bag with the smell of mildew and anti-moth and anti-moisture rosin, he rolled his eyes skyward: "I'm rather surprised that the little princess of Sifengyuan's family is short of money sometimes."

Sifengyuan Yeyi, who was still a black kitten, tumbled down from the branch of a tree, and used the cat's natural balance ability to adjust his posture and land smoothly in midair: "Last month, that kid Kisuke blew up another house, and made a mess of it." A lot of things broke, and all my pocket money went into it."

"It sounds like a dangerous thing." Mako Hirako scratched his head indifferently, and spread out the other paper bag besides the kraft paper bag in his hand, "Here, the dried fish from the Morikawa family I bought for you. "

"Forget you. But I don't understand. Since you have already asked someone to get the same thing, why did you ask me to bring out the original copy that should be destroyed?" , Don't forget to satisfy your curiosity vaguely.

"Well, well, I can't help it. I hate these long-winded and unfocused official articles. It's a headache to death. As long as it can save my head from hurting for a while, I would rather spend more money. This is what we negotiated before. Twenty-four thousand six hundred and three rings."

"Hey, isn't the price we negotiated before twenty-five thousand?"

"Didn't you eat all of it?" Hirako Mako pointed to the paper bag in front of her, and grinned righteously with her chin raised and her teeth bared. =dish=

"..." There was a string of ellipses on top of the cat's head, who was completely speechless about someone's brazenness.

"Ah~~~~" Three thousand yuan bills were slapped on Mako Hirako's bloody face disfigured by cat's claws.

The little princess of Sifeng Court turned around and jumped onto the previous maple tree, and flicked her tail condescendingly: "I'll pay for your soup and medicine, and buy candy for the rest."