[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"I didn't know that Ni Fu's ability was to read minds." Nakagawa Ichiro had a taste of this topic, and changed the subject with a chuckle, "Have you taken your medicine on time recently? Yingming slipped out of Qingjing Pagoda Forest House, and I don't have much time to go to Unohana The captain asked about your physical condition."

"That guy came out of the grave with a fake corpse? Could it be that all the male members of Central Room 46 have finally died?" Mako Hirako touched his chin and rolled his eyes with emotion, "Well, it was later than expected point."

This is not the point, is it?Ichiro Nakagawa watched silently and began to calculate how many creative inspirations this news inspired and how much manuscript fee he could get this month. The blond captain with gossip embedded in the bottom of the coffin and the copper plate in the right eye trembled imperceptibly. The corners of his mouth were ready to be baptized by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder in his heart.

As expected, Hirako Mako raised her head across a quarter of the face, suddenly grabbed Ichiro Nakagawa's lapel, gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Give me the list of Hideaki Fukagawa's new concubines, I want an exclusive interview! "

……………… This is not the point, okay? ——Ichiro Nakagawa, who was grabbed by the front of his clothes and swayed back and forth like the reincarnation of a tumbler, was dizzy, turned speechless, groaned and cried out in grief.

"That..." Raising his right hand, Kai Hirako Mako was about to fly to the body under the neck. Nakagawa Ichiro's left hand was very proficient, and he took out the special messenger machine for the internal lines of the Fuchuan family from his arms. The dexterous master Shake the cover, and smile gently with the politician's supreme concentration that the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly even if he has peed his pants, "I can call to make an appointment, but please be quiet during the call. .”

Hirako let go of the slender fingers that were stuck in the skirt of his clothes, swept away the long blond hair that blocked his sight due to the entanglement of his hands and feet, and sat back in his original position. Finally, he shook the snow-white haori that marked the captain's identity. With three eyes hanging down, he uttered a Kansai accent that ran counter to the white haori: "The first voice you heard must be Fukawa Hideaki's □□, I bet a year's salary."

Ichiro Nakagawa shrugged his shoulders easily, and pressed the dial button with some self-deprecation: "We're all used to it anyway, aren't we?"

The monotonous dial tone vibrated the surrounding air tirelessly, and after an extraordinarily long wait, a long and ecstatic chant came from the other side of the radio waves: "Ah~~~~~~"

The two of them who instinctively pricked up their ears shivered at the same time.

"Baby...ah~~~ so...comfortable, you can do...do more, um,...yes, that's it...in, there—ha..."

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Intangible and qualitative ellipsis gradually rises on the two heads, one black and one gold, and at the moment of rising to the apex, it turns into countless black lines hanging all over the fair and clean forehead. Watching the unsuitable BL grabbing horses and getting more and more intense, and seeing the climax of the climax, the light gray pupils clearly emerged—"So you are the same kind of person as Fukagawa Hideaki" .

The ice-blue pupils shrank suddenly, and Ichiro Nakagawa's rapidly beating brows were filled with the deep grievance of "Three years of snow and drought in June". ——I don't have that heinous BT hobby, I never call Sukawa Hideaki's messenger machine in the presence of a third party except you!

"Hmm, huh!" He coughed heavily from his throat, overshadowing the melodious voice in the earpiece. Even with the ambiguous and calm expression of Ichiro Nakagawa, he couldn't restrain the slight distortion of the chewing muscles on his cheeks, almost Grinding out every syllable between the teeth: "I'm very sorry to disturb your entertainment, Ying Ming. But can you take a short intermission and listen to my nonsense?"

The blushing and heart-pounding voice in the messenger came to an abrupt end, and Hideaki Fukawa's lazy and blurred voice with a certain desire and dissatisfaction but more suggestive sweet voice rang out after a while: "Yeah~~~ I would like to hear what kind of nonsense Ichiro is trying to interrupt my enjoyment? You'd better have something that satisfies me, or are you more willing to use another method to satisfy me?"

"Provide you with a fresher body? With all due respect, only the other side can satisfy your body and mind. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful I am, I can't bring you back the person who disappeared." No matter in the past, present or future, you can use Such a straightforward tone unscrupulously exposed Hideaki Fukagawa's old scars dripping with blood, except for Ichiro Nakagawa, looking at the entire world of souls, there will be no second person.

There was a moment of silence when the feedback signal came, and the atmosphere of silence almost made Mako Hirako, who was listening, hallucinate of suffocation.

"What exactly do you want to say?" After a long silence, Hideaki Fukawa's quiet and cold voice rang out word by word amidst the rustling of a piece of cloth.

And Ichiro Nakagawa, who was holding the messenger, kept his head slightly tilted to listen, the corners of his soft lips rose abruptly without warning, dragging the beautifully shaped lip line and finally fixed in an ambiguous and gentle arc, his ice blue eyes His eyes were piercingly cold.He slowly raised his jaw, and a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile came out from the depths of his throat: "It sounds like you... now finally have the consciousness of a listener."

The sudden change in Ichiro Nakagawa's demeanor was not limited to Hideaki Fukagawa who was on the other side of the teleportation machine. In fact, it was Mako Hirako who sat on the ground of Ichiro Nakagawa's palms and listened quietly.

It was an indescribably familiar yet unfamiliar breath, wandering and wandering in the perception, stirring up waves of fear and anxiety, not so strong but biting the embankment of reason all the time, making people wander between escape and destruction Can't advance or retreat.

Mako Hirako didn't think he was a patient person with a good temperament and a strong temperament, so he didn't bear the mysterious feeling of Ichiro Nakagawa's body scatter at all. He pressed the blue veins under his temples, entangled with throbbing blood vessels, and tapped the corner of the table to escape in an instant.

Fukagawa Hideaki's somewhat exasperated voice almost came from the tail of Hirako's captain Yuori: "What the hell are you going crazy about, Ichiro Nakagawa?!"

Nakagawa Ichiro turned his head, the unkind ice blue pupils were divided into fragments by the messy black bangs, each piece shone with the cold and quiet brilliance of the moonlight - that was the color of Nakagawa Ichiro's Reiatsu - slightly warped The corners of the lips moved gracefully: "The analysis results of Xiao Zhenzi's latest Lingbo Atlas have come out."

Hirako’s leaving footsteps were suddenly slapped on the invisible and qualitative barrier by the huge inertia, and at the same time, Hideaki Fukagawa’s soft and smooth voice sounded at the right time: “This kind of trivial matter will not labor you. Report it yourself, Ichiro."

Ichiro Nakagawa smiled at the dizzy Hirako who slid down the barrier beach into a ball, stood up and walked to Hirako's side, knelt on one knee and replied in a moderate voice: "If it's a normal situation, of course not. I need to report it to you personally, but if I say that I found the reason for Xiao Zhenzi's Swastika mutation from the Reiatsu Atlas, do you have the desire to continue listening?"