[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Where are you going, Mako?" Pushing aside the gradually dissipating crowd in front of him, Yuki Kurobu intercepted Mako Hirako outside the gate of the Fifth Division, and Ichiro Nakagawa, who was no different from his usual smile except for the lack of a signature on his lips. Nodding, "Mr. Zhongchuan."

"I plan to accompany Mr. Nakagawa to drink and relax. Hirako has piled up your desk work for three weeks. If you don't deal with it, you can't do it?" Mako Hirako raised his eyebrows, expressing very clearly that he was not allowed to come over.

That's obviously your team affairs document! ==|||

Yuki Cangwu frowned: "But you..."

"Okay, okay, don't be so long-winded, you will become an uncle in advance~~" Hirako Mako impatiently inserted his hands into the wide sleeves of the Siba suit, "I will remember to bring hell butterflies, if you drink enough If there is no way to return to the team by myself, I will definitely trouble you without hesitation."

Yuuki Cangwu instinctively felt that Hirako Mako seemed to be hiding something from him, but considering that it was completely contrary to his usual style of finding no tune at all, Hirako Mako was still very reliable in business, Yuuki Cangwu gave up chasing The basic plan: "Okay, please give me the information before nine o'clock."

"Ah~~Speaking of which, in this way, the only guy who can be useful to the Fifth Division is you with the highest position. Tsk——" Hirako Makoto shook her head and turned around to walk. Laziness swayed casually behind his back, "I'll leave all the troubles in the team to you."

"Hey, hey, Mako, Mako Hirako, Vice Captain Hirako, you bastard said you want to relax, but you are actually avoiding work and being lazy!"

"Oh, I was spotted by you~~~Then I have to sneak away soon~~~~"

Looking at the dazzling blond hair of Mako Hirako, who was pulling on Ichiro Nakagawa's sleeve and turning into an inconspicuous alleyway beside the broad street, the facial muscles of Yuuki Zangwu, who had just recovered from the solemn and sad funeral, slowly twitched Cheng made a helpless wry smile: "What a guy who makes people speechless."

"It's really a guy who has nothing to say, but he's also a very considerate guy, isn't he?"

"Ah—Captain." Startled by the sudden voice behind his head, Yuuki Zangwu looked at the voice behind him with a horrified expression of smashing his gentle, gentle and jade-like golden signboard into pieces. Originated, then froze there.

If the man behind him hadn't been for the iconic red-haired purple eyes inherited from the Fukawa family, Yuuki Zangwu could hardly believe that the reflection in his pupils would be Fukawa Hideaki.The long wine-red hair still hangs down his shoulders naturally, and the purple-gold pupils reflect the cold and quiet luster unique to inorganic metals. He is still smiling, with a small arc on his lips, but there is no ambiguity and temptation in his memory. The decadent atmosphere is replaced by misty sadness like a mist and veil, pure and clear, brewing into a fascinating but chilling despair in the endless time.

"Come have a drink with me, Yucheng Sanxi."

"Huh?...Okay, Captain."

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Mako Hirako did not take Ichiro Nakagawa to the nearby izakaya where the god of death often haunts. Once he came, the drink itself had the meaning of paying tribute to the deceased. The place where fish and dragons are mixed is really undignified. Second, Ichiro Nakagawa has taught in Mao for many years. Although he can't be called a peach and plum, at least five and a half out of ten gods of death can recognize this black-framed glasses with a mustache. Gentle and black-bellied If you lose your temper after drinking, you will be watched by the crowd... Mako Hirako thinks she has a thick skin that can't be pierced by a gun, but she can't tell whether Ichiro Nakagawa, who found that his prestige has been destroyed for many years after waking up, is good enough Self-restraint, don't take this innocent disaster on him, a kind-hearted pond fish.

Therefore, to sum up the above complaints, Mako Hirako led Ichiro Nakagawa straight through the Qingliu Gate and into the deserted maple forest on the outskirts of Liuhun Street.From under an extraordinarily thick maple tree, he dug out the good wine that came from the mouth of the man in the [-]th squad, and threw it to Ichiro Nakagawa, who was out of his mind, behind him without even looking at it.

"I said, do you want to drink directly like this?" Nakagawa Ichiro frowned, staring at the disgraced small wine jar in his hand with an extremely disgusted expression.

Mako Hirako chose another wine jar from the tree, and took out a pair of wine cups from the tree hole: "Ah, here are the cups, but you need to wash them first. Are you Mao's ghost teacher? Nakagawa-sensei."

Nakagawa Ichiro gave Hirako Mako a supercilious stare through his glasses: "Did you forget to silently write the spiritual words of Liuzhang Guanglao a hundred times? Mako."

As expected, the latter showed a terrified expression and continued to shake his head: "No, the ghost way of the god of death is either struck by lightning or exploded with flames, so I want to ask Zhong Chuan if you know the ghost way of water system."

Ichiro Nakagawa twitched the corners of his mouth knowingly when he heard the string song: "You don't mean you want me to wash the cup with ghost way?"

"The nearest water source is three kilometers away." The latter spread his hands with a tired and rascal face, "You figure it out."

The corners of Nakagawa Ichiro's mouth tended to extend to the entire cheek. Gritting his teeth for a while, he snatched a cup from Hirako Mako's hand, and sang a spiritual saying in a humiliating low voice. The knowledge of the ghost way acquired through the training can make the ghost way of Ichiro Nakagawa, who is comparable to the great ghost priest, recite spiritual words with such solemnity and concentration, at least number 90 must be marked on the ghost way!

Hey, is this Guidao really used to wash the cups instead of blowing me up?Hirako Mako shrank her neck and stepped back three steps without a trace.

On the other side, Nakagawa Ichiro had already uttered the last syllable and did not complete this high-end ghost path judging from the length of the speech, and then knelt down on one knee and pressed his hand to the ground.

Then, when Mako Hirako held his breath and concentrated his attention, wondering whether there would be a tragic scene similar to the legendary wrath of the earth, landslides, ground cracks, fires, surging magma, flowing green mountains and beautiful waters, turning into hell on earth in a second, he felt his feet With a tremor and a ringing in his ears, he saw a stream of what seemed to be crystal clear, clear and sweet… a fountain spewed out from under the slowly raised palm of Ichiro Nakagawa.

In the next 5 minutes, Nakagawa Ichiro calmly and gracefully washed his cups under Mako Hirako's dumbfounded onlookers, and followed Mako Hirako's humanistic care based on the principle of letting others drink soup even if he eats meat. With his stiff fingertips, he took away the crumbling cup and continued to wash through.

"Ichiro Nakagawa, what ghost method did you just use?" Hirako Mako felt that the corner of her mouth had twitched and completely lost consciousness.

"The Nakagawa family's secret skill Ghost Dao, Collapsing Mountain. Its strength is equivalent to No. 96's broken way." Nakagawa Ichiro calmly returned the cup that was washed in the clear fountain to Hirako.

Pingzi felt that not only the corners of his mouth hurt but also his teeth hurt: "You use such an exaggerated way of ghosts just to..."

"Wash the cup." Nakagawa Ichiro patted off the wine seal and calmly filled a glass for himself, and said calmly.

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I hate those tall, rich and handsome people who build fountains just to wash a cup!