[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The next journey of the bullock cart is in the white fox mask of Mako Hirako, who is covered in dark clouds and covered with ice for thousands of miles, and Kansai accent. Generally, the spring outing at Xiaoxing overnight stay is completely upgraded to the legendary express for thousands of miles, so the closer you get to the eighth day On the official road in the tenth district, there appeared a ox cart with messy steps, twisting left and right, abnormal bumps, smoke and dust billowing behind the buttocks, and the old man who looked like a million-dollar family suddenly belched and couldn't wait to go to the funeral and divide the inheritance.Uh, in fact, according to normal logic, funerals and inheritance battles should be reversed.

The potential of people is infinite, even the potential of cattle is infinite. Under the silent pressure of Hirako Makoto, both the driver and the old cow pulling the cart have exerted unprecedented energy, although the cart is running upside down It was like a repeat of the car-shocking incident, but the remaining half of the journey ended in an astonishing day and a half.

Mako Hirako paid double the fare and drove away the driver with pale complexion, dark eye circles, and the look of a crane ghost, revealing a face that had been healed after six and a half days of nesting under the white fox mask.Leaning on the shaft of the car, he yawned in boredom.

Just halfway through a yawn, a more ragged but neat young man emerges from the shadow of the dilapidated house next to him, with a faint trace of spiritual pressure faintly emanating from his body.

Mako Hirako gritted her teeth, and noticed the boy's feet out of the corner of her eyes.The [-]th district of Liuhun Street is a dividing line, separating rich and poor, order and chaos, stability and turmoil.Of course, it is not to say that before the [-]th district there was no gap between the rich and the poor, the disorder of order, and the looting of tyranny, but that it has gradually decreased from the first district to the district, and after reaching the [-]th district, it seems to have suddenly changed from flat to flat. The steep slope turned into an abyss leading to hell, and the suppressed chaos broke out in one breath. Bandits and thugs gathered after the [-]th district, fighting with all their strength for survival can be seen everywhere, everyone is fighting for their own survival It devours the surrounding life like a void.

And Pingzi was born in the 76th district of Liuhun Street. He smelled the smell of blood and the resentment of the dead from this young man with his feet naked - killing is useless.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" Mako Hirako looked at the boy who was slowly approaching step by step, showing a row of whale teeth.

The young man smiled at Mako Hirako. He had an absolutely handsome face and eyes that never restrained his cold murderous intent when he smiled: "I heard that you used to be the king of District 76?"

"King? What is that? Can I eat it?" Hirako Mako wrinkled the bridge of his nose and returned a wild smile, tilting his head and shoulders, "I don't care about that kind of rustic address. Yes, little guy..." The smile on Mako Hirako's lips slowly widened almost to the point of exaggeration, "Didn't your family teach you that it is polite to answer his questions first before asking others? ?”

"You..." The next moment, Hirako Makoto leaned forward and rushed forward just to pass the sharp short blade of the young man's fingertips. At the same time, after the extreme contraction, the bent right arm suddenly opened, and the clenched fist mercilessly slammed On the teenager's defenseless belly.

boom--

The boy was blown away by the powerful force, bouncing and falling on the ground like a ball accidentally lost from the child's hands, until it hit an old tree on the side of the road that had been dead for an unknown number of years.

"Cough, cough, cough..." The young man tried his best to get up from the ground while agitating his shoulder blades. The rammed loess road obscured the young man's clear and clear eyes, but he couldn't hide his murderous intent, "Cough, cough... lackey! Noble lackey! Brother Yongliang is such a good person... I will never allow you to catch him!"

"It's such a young thing. It's very troublesome." Hirako Mako raised his hand to his forehead and wanted to pull something down, but because of the empty nothingness, he replaced it with a gesture of stroking his forehead, "One of the broken ways, rush."

An invisible and qualitative shock wave accurately hit the young man's neck, which was bursting with veins, and ended the young man's chatter just right.

"Vice-captain Pingzi!" Death gods dressed in black gathered from all directions, and the leader of the death gods knelt on one knee and respectfully touched the ground with his forehead.

Mako Hirako lowered her eyelids, turned her head to the side with a boring expression of lack of interest, and waved her hand casually: "Ah, get up."

"Vice-captain Pingzi, do you need to arrest that young man who dared to offend you?" Another voice suddenly sounded in the dark and domineering attire.

"Ah, no need. It's just a pickpocket with poor eyesight. Well, in the [-]th district, this kind of thing is everywhere~~~" Hirako Mako continued to wave his hand absently, "Ah, I have already found out the whereabouts of Matsushima Yongliang Is it? I’ve already moved over so slowly, don’t tell me you idiots don’t know.”

"The whereabouts of Matsushima Yongliang have been found out, but..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that he is currently in No.80 District Zaragi, and has contact with the strongest group of bandits..."

"The strongest group of thieves?" Hirako Mako finally raised her drooping eyelids lazily, and a cold smile appeared on her lips, "How strong is it?"

"There are a total of 58 bandits in this group, all of whom have Zanpakuto, and three of them can undo it, and..."

"And what? Say something quickly, don't hesitate to talk to me here."

"The bandit leader's reliance seems to be resolved."

"So, the strength of this group of bandits is almost equivalent to that of half of the squad? Did the inspectors of the second squad recently throw their eyeballs into the pond of Kuchiki's house to feed the fish? This level of power should have been wiped out long ago Forget it. Forget it, I'll just meddle in my own business one more time."

"Did Vice Captain Hirako ask for reinforcements?"

"It's long-winded, how can an opponent of this level need reinforcements!"

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The [-]th district is even woodier, a deserted suburb.In fact, this description is not accurate, because the entire Eighty District is almost a desolate no-man's land, except for the fallen corpses and the blood-soaked ground, there is no trace to prove that a living spirit once stopped here.

Mako Hirako was sitting on an old tree that died in a thunderstorm. The black deadly outfit and the deadly wound of thunder and lightning were integrated. He raised his hand and put it under his bangs, looking far away in front of another dense forest. The simple house built: "That house is the stronghold, right?"

"That's right, but the leader of the gangster is in the room, are we..." The god of death who raised his head under the tree and reported hesitantly said, obviously there is no such thing as Mako Hirako, the deputy captain who is idle all day long and has no achievements. The strength revealed has no expectations.

"I don't need it, I don't need it. It's just some beautiful paper tigers." Hirako Mako jumped down from the tree, and while tidying up the skirts of this deadly costume, he walked towards the house that lacked any cover, "Everything The team has been dispersed?"

"I have arrived at the designated place, but the deputy captain..."

Pingzi's forward steps suddenly stopped, and he turned slightly, his light-colored pupils squinted at the hesitant team members behind him: "That's enough, if you let me know later that even one of you has let go Scum, I will treat you idiots well."

"Ping...uh..." The sudden and grand spiritual pressure in the perception is like the surging tide of the Qiantang River, covering the sky and covering the sky, like invisible and tangible chains wrapped around the suddenly stiff mouthpiece, and the god of death who also has the position of chief officer behind him sends out a suffocating person on the verge of There was a broken guttural sound unique to desperate situations, but the weak body was firmly fixed by the powerful spiritual pressure and could not follow the gravity to slide down to the ground.

Mako Hirako turned back, and immediately behind him came the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, mixed with eager panting and coughing.

Hirako Mako walked towards the unguarded house with his hands behind his back, and he heard rude abuse and the crisp sound of dice beating the dice cup from a distance.

bang——

The simple door leaf could not withstand overly rough treatment, and was turned into pieces of scattered sawdust in the terrifying force, and the chaotic and noisy shouts in the room stopped abruptly with the flying sawdust.The Grim Reaper with a sinister smile and bright long golden hair walked into the dim space mixed with the smell of spirits and sweat. The white and neat teeth are shining brightly: "Hey~~ I'm sorry to disturb everyone's fun, is there a Mr. Matsushima Yongliang here?"

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"My God, what kind of Reiatsu is that!" Surrounded outside the house, the Grim Reaper lying in the shallow grass stared dumbfounded at the crumbling building in front of him under Mako Hirako's powerful Reiatsu.

"How do I know, it's like a monster!" The face of the Reaper hiding behind a bush was so stiff that he couldn't even make an expression of acclaim.

"That spiritual pressure is already at the level of the captain. I have felt the spiritual pressure of the captain of the [-]th division Sang... It's nothing more than that."

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