[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The gardens of the Fukawa family are as famous as the cherry blossoms of the Kuchiki family. It is common sense in the aristocratic circle of Seireitei. Ang's so-called aristocrats are even more disliked by ordinary "common people". The only thing they feel about the magnificent and magnificent buildings in front of them is that the reflection of the golden glazed tiles is very cruel. If you are not careful, you may blind the dog. Eye.

From the majestic and magnificent palace, walk out and step on the Wolong Bridge over a lake that spans a thousand hectares of lotus leaves to the sky. Pingzi puts his hands in front of his eyebrows and looks far ahead. It is the opposite of the magnificent and magnificent palace, gorgeous. Exquisite pavilions, pavilions, pavilions, dance pavilions and singing platforms, mountains, rocks, flowing water, vegetation and ancient roads are intertwined with each other to cover the virtual and the real, and the original golden light is sprayed out to make people feel like a nouveau riche who burns so much money that he puts gold foil on the wall. It sets off the majestic charm of the majestic temples and the tranquility in the noise.

"The shining one is not really a gem, is it?" Pingzi pointed to a tower-shaped building that stands out among the continuous buildings with a particularly golden light. Looking from a distance, the spire is so thin that it is almost a straight line. Straight into the sky, the towering top of the tower exudes a dazzling light that dwarfs the splendor of the sky, piercing through the rolling clouds and covering the eyes.

"Ah, that is the pride of the Fuchuan family - Huangta. It is also the hub of the space where the entire Fuchuan mansion is located." Nakagawa Ichiro stood on the bridge with his hands behind his back, and looked in the direction guided by Hirako's arm, smiling slightly.

"The space we are in? Could it be that we have traveled through it now?" Pingzi raised his eyebrows in surprise, and began to look around curiously, "I don't think there is any difference."

"The Fuchuan family once nearly exterminated their family in order to protect His Majesty Lingwang. This is the world that His Majesty Lingwang gave to the Fuchuan family to recuperate. The brilliance that illuminates the space on the pagoda is the best for the glory of the Fuchuan family. annotation."

"Tch, no matter how dazzling it is, it's just the old Huangli of the past." Hirako twitched the corners of his lips, and sneered at the enthusiasm in Ichiro Nakagawa's tone, "But, so there really is a spirit king?"

As the words fell, Ichiro Nakagawa's eyes flashed with icy blue light, and he said with a slight smile: "The Hirako family, who once wrote the history books for the entire corpse and soul world, must enter the royal family space to serve the king in every generation, its descendants are not Do you know the existence of the Spirit King?"

"I thought it was just used by people like Jesus Christ, Allah, when they were about to die." Hirako spread his arms and shrugged, his laid-back Kansai accent was full of casualness, sarcasm, and meaninglessness. Contrasted with the incomparable indifference of the four points, "Who among us guys who were born in Liuhun Street just to make a living care about whether the king of death looks the same as the Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon?"

"Mako is right. After all, time has passed for so long, and all the favors and favors have decayed together with the radiance." Sweet and greasy, thick and smooth, like silk threads spit out by spring silkworms, and like cold blood without feet The sound of the animal's flexible body climbed up the naked skin along the defenseless back of the neck, and the squirming muscles slowly contracted and embedded in the fragile throat above the cervical spine.

The sharp nerve endings received the viscous malice contained in the vibrating air, and reason and instinct fed back to the central nervous system continuously, which was called the red alarm of fatal crisis.The moment Hirako's warm breath covered the side of the neck and behind the ear, he suddenly bent over and shot forward with force from his feet. The sharp and cold touch on the back of the neck is like a shadow lingering like a tarsal maggot.

Striding and turning, Pingzi held onto the intricately carved railing on the side of the long bridge with one hand and jumped up. The cold and sharp wind whizzed away against his slender neck, and the cold and dazzling light pierced through the bridge deck in front of him. Falling into the turbulent emerald lake without hesitation, the bright red mist suddenly sprayed from the shoulders occupied the light gray pupils.

"Fu Chuan Ying Ming!" Mako Hirako, who was squatting on the bridge railing, stared at the man behind him who made a surprise attack. His long wine-red hair fell down on his shoulders, and his purple-gold pupils turned darkly, representing the high-ranking nobles in power. The hunter's pure white coat was agitated into a banner by the surging spiritual pressure, and his slender fingertips moved slightly, and a thin and small flying knife danced lightly between the opened fingers like a flying hell butterfly.

"The decline in spiritual power is much more serious than expected." Hideaki Fukawa gracefully stretched out two fingers to pinch the thin blade with no handle at all, and his thin and sweet lips let out an unexpectedly sweet vibrato, "I thought the knife would at least go through your arteries if not through your throat."

There is no murderous intent, and there is no murderous intent in Hideaki Sukawa's sword, but it has something more creepy and trembling than Mori's cold and ruthless murderous intent.That's... malice, that's right..., it's like a devil who is good at hiding in the depths of a swamp and good at bewitching people with sweet words. Standing on the solid ground and watching the traveler who was lured into the mud by him, he was helpless. In the helpless and desperate roar of the coming death beating in the eardrums, the slowly rising arc is full of cunning and pleasant malice.The focus is not on the life or death of the helpless prey, but the mere momentary realization of the hopelessness of one's corner is enough to please the twisted soul.

"Tch, the accuracy is so poor, Hideaki Fukawa, are your fingers stiff after being injured? An attack of this level can't kill me."

The slender brows were slightly raised, and the cold light from Hideaki Fukawa's fingertips outlined a more complicated trajectory: "It's really rare that you are interested in talking nonsense to me instead of rushing directly."

Pingzi's palm silently pressed against the back of his waist, his arched back and tightened muscles made him like a longbow ready to go: "This level of Reiatsu, your knot is really Are you hurt?"

"Oh, that's why we have to be cautious. Don't underestimate the insight of the first generation captain. If you don't have very special talents, it is almost impossible to deceive that captain without being discovered." Fingertips The silver lightning flashed through the not-too-distant space, "But as the saying goes, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, even if my Reiatsu regresses, it won't just be 'this level of Reiatsu', little one Mako."

The silver-white blade rapidly enlarged in the suddenly constricted pupils, but Hirako did not draw the sword to block it, but launched Shunbu from the crouching bridge railing to the swaying lotus leaves. The surging water waves engulfed it, and a silver-white lightning bolt broke through the heavy water curtains in the tumbling waves, and mercilessly divided the place it passed into two.

As long as there is even one resident Hirako Mako with a snap of his fingers, it will be cut in two together with the broken railing at this moment!

"Sure enough, the sneak attack doesn't seem to work for you." Standing on the bridge, Hideaki Fukawa tapped his chin, pondered for a moment and smiled, "Since the sneak attack doesn't work, then push it down head-on."

After the words fell, the silver lightning flying in the air made a light turn in the air and rushed towards Hirako Mako, the cold blade penetrated the lotus leaf without stagnation, and the undulating afterimage on the emerald green lake aroused soaring excitement The waves, the strong wind suddenly rose behind the head, and the sharp sound of metal and iron mingling exploded within a short distance. The powerful force made Hideaki Fukawa, who was short of energy and rushed back to the defense, fly forward, and Hirako appeared in mid-air condescendingly With the help of the same powerful reaction force, Mako soared into the sky, dangerously letting Ichiro Nakagawa grab the knife point of the vest.

"Yingming, if you want to..."

"Ichiro, I order you not to intervene. This matter can only be determined by me." Hideaki Fukawa raised his head and looked up at Hirako, who was still rising, and squeezed his hands tightly because of the sudden blow. A cold smile oozes out, "Are you a substitute? Your Shunpo is stronger than usual, Mako."

The next moment, the more dense metal and iron clashing suddenly erupted in the air, and the continuous collisions, the sparks of the clashing blades, the tearing and rolling and scattering of the spiritual pressure filled the entire lake with the rapid movement of the two sides fighting. Occasionally, there is a howling and falling with the force of splitting the air, and the meandering knife wind leaves a wide gully on the tranquil lake. The turbulent water wall has not had time to fill the empty space. Another sharp whistling has already added another to the turbulent water. A vertical and horizontal ravine.

when--

The condescending blow turned into an entangled confrontation. The sharp blades sharpened and rubbed against each other quickly, and at the same time they burst out sparks that ignited the raging fighting spirit in each other's eyes, and at the same time they made a tooth-piercing sharp sound.Blades staggered blades, swords collided with swords, and the confrontation in mid-air caused Hirako, who was below, completely lost his balance and fell towards the lake. His pupils overflowed with a vicious smile again, and the roaring water under him froze all his nerves with the piercing chill, and Pingzi suddenly opened his eyes wide, but he was already powerless to avoid the murderous intent lurking at the bottom of the water.

"卍解!" The high-pitched Kansai accent exploded at the moment when the silver lightning almost touched the undefended back, and the bright spiritual pressure in the splashed blood collapsed and condensed towards the narrow blade, and then suddenly gathered at the limit break out.

There was a fleeting pause in the rapid fall, and the silver-white light arc dragged the bright red comet tail across the air in a strange and ominous trajectory.The splashing warm liquid streaked across the long and narrow eye ends, gradually turning the light gray background into a faint crimson. Sukawa Hideaki, who was below, raised his knife and dragged it horizontally, and suddenly wrapped his free arm around Hirako's slender neck.Then the next moment, the warm and soft touch lingered at the end of the tactile nerve along with the suddenly dim vision.

The unexpected action threw Hirako's fiery nerves driven by the fighting spirit into confusion, but the slightly parted lips and teeth let the softness that could be exploited sweep every inch of the mucous membrane.

The golden and burgundy colors are entangled and fall into the blue bottom of the lake, setting off monstrous white waves.