[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

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The snow-white waves soared into the sky, and the falling water curtain splashed a piece of rain on the broken stone bridge. Ichiro Nakagawa, who was shrouded in the mist, raised his head and looked at the slowly falling water column. Joan followed the guidance of gravity and fell down like an avalanche. The smooth cut surface of the hard sapphire reflected the only slender figure who had never fallen along with it.

The brilliant light of the Huang Pagoda is dotted on the broad shoulders, and the snow-white majesty flutters in the wind with the agitated spiritual pressure. The water light flowing and dripping from the edge will decompose the pouring light into gorgeous seven-color light. Everything in the brilliant and gorgeous background Outlined by the light that fills the field of vision, only the facial features of the man are buried in an unobservable haze.

The man standing against the light raised the corners of his lips slightly to shake off the hair sticking to his neck and ears. The moist water vapor soaked through his hair made his long, brightly colored hair look glamorous, just like the gorgeous silk that came out of the pool of blood in hell.

"Hiss—the butterfly bone hurts." Slightly bent his knees and landed on the only flat bridge that did not catch fire at the city gate during the battle, Hideaki Sukawa pulled out the golden tie around his neck with one hand, grabbed the straight collar and shook it suddenly , the soaring blood spurted out from the snow-white fury following the silver lightning, and the broken pipe was quickly blocked by the spiritual pressure lurking around the wound, "Huh~, look at me from the beginning of Ni Fu's nerve control. I thought that 卍解 would be a similar method, but I didn't expect it to be a troublesome ability, I'm a bit underestimating the enemy."

"As the saying goes, a son of a daughter can't sit still. If you want to test Hirako Mako's ability, I can definitely do it for you. Now the injury caused by your willfulness is making your servant very distressed. "Nakagawa Ichiro took a step forward and stretched out his arm to take over the blood-stained arm of Hideaki Fukawa very naturally. He didn't care that the dripping lake water quickly wet his bent arms, "Your current spiritual pressure is not as good as ten times in its heyday One-tenth, there are some things, please don’t do it yourself.”

"Don't do it yourself, why don't you just stand by and watch you openly release the water? Ichiro." Hideaki Fukawa's purple-gold pupils rolled slightly in the narrow eye sockets, and the irises reflecting the cold metal light reflected the black-haired and blue-eyed subordinate. Xing's calm face.

Ichiro Nakagawa lowered his head slightly, and the corners of his gentle and upturned lips still outlined an ambiguous smile that was not a smile: "If you must think so, then I have nothing to say."

"Neither defending nor denying, no matter how many years have passed, your ambiguous attitude is still so annoying."

"No matter where you go, we will follow in your footsteps." Nakagawa Ichiro put his free arm across his chest, bowed his head with his chest in his chest, and knelt on one knee, "Never hesitate, never flinch, and never betray. If you violate this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth."

"Will you still obey this ridiculous oath even now that Suzuki is dead?" Hideaki Sukawa threw Hirako's limp body, which seemed to be unconscious, at his feet, and the dripping hem was in Nakagawa Ichiro's narrow A short circular arc was drawn in the field of vision, "The death of the rabbit and the fox hurts the other species. Suzuki's end may be your end, Ichiro."

"I..." Ichiro Nakagawa slowly pressed the other knee against the cold stone slab amidst the trembling of his body, his quiet and gentle voice was deep and dark, "There is no way out."

"Isn't there one who is fully retreating now..."

"Cough, cough... vomit... cough, cough..." A quick cough mixed with retching interrupted Hideaki Fukawa's words, and Hirako, who was lying on the stone slab, covered his slender neck, as if to The whole lung was coughing out of the throat, shaking his back desperately, "Fu Chuanying...cough cough, Ming, cough cough cough... you, cough, what did you give me, cough, cough, what did you eat? Cough, cough cough……"

"Woke up early? As expected of my little Mako, from the first time we met until now, he has always brought me surprises." Hideaki Fukawa turned sideways, obviously ignoring the kneeling at his feet The subordinate looked with great interest at Hirako Mako who was struggling to bend her arms in an attempt to support her body.

"Stupid, idiot, who wants to surprise a person like you!" The limp Pingzi quickly gave up the attempt of push-ups, which is too difficult for the current physical state of limbs, half-raised his head, and unswervingly gave up. Give the condescending looker a cold glance, "Damn it, what the hell did you feed me?!"

"What a wonderful look, you made me suddenly miss someone, Mako." Fukagawa Hideaki stretched out his hand, and wrapped it around Hirako's collar with a not-so-powerful but just right Reiatsu controlled by the master Knowing that in order to express the determination of a girl who is about to be dragged into a black woods by seventeen or eighteen burly men, she will swear to the death to defend her virginity, and she will only make herself fall into a mess and amorous feelings, Mako Hirako is honest Really relax the limbs and let your body rise into the air.

Looking at each other, Hideaki Fukawa smiled slightly: "You are very knowledgeable about current affairs."

"For the sake of my understanding of current affairs, Captain Fuchuan needs to be generous in reciprocity." Hirako, who was held up in the air by his collar like a dead dog, tilted his head, frivolous and slippery enough to make people use his fists Greeting his straight nose bridge, the Kansai dialect played jokingly, and shamelessly crawled along the pole, "Answering questions and so on... just a small question that wastes a little saliva, don't you think?" ^相^

Hideaki Fukawa frowned in embarrassment, but stretched it out after a moment of contemplation: "Actually, it's nothing to tell you, it's just a little bit of inhibitor to maintain the stability of the spirit body. Suzuki has handled this kind of thing before." , but your admirer is really too capable, and even pushed all my people to the battlefield as scapegoats, so this time the dosage is a bit bigger, and there may be a little negligible side effect."

The laughing arc on Hirako's lips slowly converged with Fukawa Hideaki's words, and when the last syllable slipped from the red lips, the corners of Hirako's lips were already curled into a cold straight line: "Why do you give me that kind of food? thing?"

"Well..." Hideaki Fukawa pushed aside the golden bangs stuck to the forehead by Hirako, traced the narrow and long eye ends lightly and ambiguously with his slender index finger, and gently touched the soft earlobe hidden in the messy temple hair. With the light and shade of the vision, the breath sprayed on the sensitive ears and back of the neck, causing a tremor of instinctive resistance that penetrated into the bone marrow, "I forgot to say just now, Xiao Mako's taste is so delicious that I miss it, and the reaction is so jerky, that should not be yours." First kiss? Ichiro hands."

"Hay!" With the sonorous response, the cold long knife once again visited the jumping heart defense, and the weak body accurately hit the sharp knife point behind him with the outstretched arms, and the blunt sound of the blade piercing into the flesh hit the ribs one after another The sharp sound of rubbing against the sharp blade echoed in my ears, Mako Hirako looked down at the bright and cold light protruding from her chest, the strange and familiar pain seemed to float out of a distant memory fragment that was almost illusory, history A sense of the absurdity of reenactment ensues to take over every gully of the central nervous system.

Strange... This scene... This scene seems to have been seen somewhere... Exactly, where is it?The lips of the man in front of him are opening and closing, and the picture that is gradually losing color regresses frame by frame to the ancient and silent black and white silent film. The mind is in a trance and the reason is lax. The diffused and out-of-focus pupils are hidden behind the heavy eyelids. The powerless twitch also fell into a silence that seemed to last forever.

The Zanpakuto was slowly drawn out with a firm and powerful palm, and the moment the blade tip left, there was an undetectable faint flash of light, but it disappeared at the moment of eyelashes.The pierced body did not leave any traces that could be traced, and even the dead bully outfit that was cut and damaged by the tip of the knife was intact.

"Is the number of times a little bit too high? If this continues, he is likely to die due to memory confusion and schizophrenia." Huan said, "After all, Makoto's soul is still very..."

"You missed your mark this time, Ichiro." Hideaki Fukawa smiled lightly, and hugged Hirako's body horizontally, "Mako's swastika is very mature, but there is no trace of beginner's practice at all."

"How is it possible? No matter how excellent the aptitude is, it takes at least ten years of training from the initial mastery of the swastika to the full maturity of the swastika. Although he has mastered the realization of Zanpakuto since he was in Mao, But the information shows that he has only grasped the swastika recently, and his swastika cannot be matured in such a short period of time!"

"Then the situation is obvious, isn't it?" Hideaki Fukagawa stepped forward and passed Ichiro Nakagawa, who was shocked by the conclusion beyond common sense, "Either my Thousand Eyes made a mistake, or Makoto died a long time ago. Already mastered the swastika..."