Chapter 323 [Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 323

That sound seemed to have a strange magical power at first, when it rolled down from the neat and excessive lips and teeth of the blond mask, Fengyue picked up the last chess piece and pointed to the grid a second before throwing the chess piece into the box, nothing happened San's naturally loose shoulders and neck could not hide the stiff and tight lines even under the loose and elegant black robe. Mikami took out half of the reading glasses from the inner pocket on the inner side of the skirt and silently shone a dark light against the sun.

Under the overlapping palms of the captain of the Fourth Division, the bright blue aura representing the ghost way was like a candle that was about to be dyed out. It flickered and jumped several times at a very fast speed, and finally converged and dissipated in the slender and beautiful fingertips of the female death god.

The fluctuating spiritual pressure is like throwing into the mirror-like lake surface, disturbing the suffocating silence and tranquility of the stone, making the silent picture that seems to have faded for a moment to ripple with bright colors again, restoring the living Fresh as it should be.

Hirako walked out of the still black-and-white picture as if nothing had happened, bent down and carefully looked at Kurosaki Isshin who was propping up the ground and slowly erecting his body. The person who asked the question in the thoughtful Kansai accent was the black-bellied virgin with a gentle demeanor and a gentle demeanor. : "How's the situation, Captain Unohana."

"Mr. Kurosaki just lost his strength due to excessive consumption of spiritual pressure, and the trauma is not serious. After a short period of treatment, he has basically recovered."

"Can you support high-intensity battles? Mr. Kurosaki." This time, the object of the Kansai dialect question became the former captain of the 20th squad who had been ostentatiously in Karakura Town for [-] years with the disappearance of Seireitei.

Kurosaki clenched his palms tightly and then released them. He closed his eyes and silently felt the chemical signals transmitted from the endings of each nerve: "Captain Unohana's treatment is very effective, and my physical strength has basically recovered."

"Then we will now..."

"Qiaodu sack!" The orange-headed little strawberry, who had been nervously paying attention to her father's physical condition, interrupted Mako Hirako's words that were about to blurt out, "Aizen is dead, what else are you going to do?" ? Mako Hirako."

"Aizen is already dead?" The blond mask repeated the first half of the savior's words word for word, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth to outline an exaggerated smile full of mockery, "It's too much to be in a hurry to sit back and relax now." Relax, right? Kurosaki Ichigo."

"?" Responding to the ironic Kansai accent of the blond mask was the innocent face of Heilu, who was so angry that he didn't know why.

"The space created by the [-] souls can completely suppress Aizen's initial solution of Kyoka Shuigetsu, creating the perfect opportunity for Ichimaru Gin's sharp spear to assassinate Aizen." Hirako Mako lowered her eyelids, covering her light gray pupils Unable to hold back, it lit up with a sharper light than a falcon, "However, from the very beginning, I made it very clear that the only effect of the assassination of the [-] souls or Ichimaru Gin is to try my best." It may delay the progress of Soyousuke."

"What did you say?" The strawberry orange savior, who finally realized the true meaning of Hirako Mako's words, widened his warm brown pupils in surprise.

"I've made it simple enough, Kurosaki Ichigo." Hirako raised his jaw to signal the other party to focus on the sky above Karakuma Town, surrounded by dense golden eyes, melting irresistibly under the intense poison of the sharp gun. Aizen, like a man who is gradually distorted and melted in the high temperature, is slowly losing all the characteristics that can identify the species he once belonged to. Even with the poorest medical knowledge, he will not be able to conclude that he is inhuman. The second conclusion except death, but Hirako Mako just flicked a strand of soft and smooth blond hair from her sideburns, and spit out the most sensational words in the most casual tone in Kansai accent, "A hundred thousand souls can replace Beng Yu Provide the energy to get rid of Aizen's suppression. The assassination of Ichimaru Gin can weaken Aizen's will. It is the result of fighting each other in the body to fight for dominance."

"So, after the fusion is over, whether it is Beng Yu who shattered and devoured Ai Ran's personality, or Ai Ran completely obliterated Beng Yu's will. What we have to face will be a stronger, more terrifying, and closer to God's...monster."

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The body...is it sinking?

Eyes... Are you blind?

Ears... Are you deaf?

The vocal cords... have you lost your voice?

All of this... is it going to end?

Finally... it's about to end.

All this tiring and tiring work is finally coming to an end.

"Do you hate your own ability, your own difference? Little guy."

"If not, if not for this power..."

"Hold your head up and hold your chest high! You should be proud of this! Be proud of your great strength! Loneliness is the medal of the strong, and loneliness is the incompetence of the weak! Don't deny your pride because of weakness and loneliness!"

"What are you looking at, Soyousuke?"

"I'm looking at the moon, Captain Hirako. Tonight's moonlight...beautiful."

"Tch, did you hit your head in the fight just now? Yousuke Sou. This is the virtual circle, every second of the moonlight is beautiful~~~~"

"Heh—that's right...Captain Hirako."

"Ok?"

"It's great to have you by my side." (...It's great not to be lonely.)

"Did you really not hit your head in the fight just now? Soyousuke. Why did you suddenly say such strange words?" =皮=

"Oh, I'm so pitiful, so pitiful, I want to be with everyone so much, but I can only hide in the corner and cry secretly."

"Who are you?"

"Me, I'm also a heterogeneous person who can't blend in with the crowd, little guy. If you insist on sticking to one title, then you might as well call me—Pure Land."

"who are you?"

"Souyousuke, Aizen Soyousuke. Mao's class [-] rebirth."

"Ai Ran? That Ai Ran of King Ai Ran Ming? One thought is not exhausted, and all evils are born. It is a good surname suitable for the god of death."

……

"Aizen, Soyousuke? I remember you."

"Oil and water are incompatible, and ice and fire cannot coexist. No matter how skillful the camouflage and concealment are, a different kind is always just a different kind, Soyousuke."

"I just want to gain the trust of the Quincy Master... You also need a more powerful soul as the experimental material for the gluttonous poison, right? Pure Land."

"Although it's good for me to say that you sell your sex, I shouldn't be talking around, but I still can't help thinking that if that person knows that you have become what you are now, he will definitely regret that he risked his life Save your decision too."

"………I will get whatever it is that I want, whatever it is, and whatever stands in my way."

"Even if he blocks your way?"

"He will not stand in my way, Pure Land."

"Hey——you really have a lot of ambition, Soyousuke."

"You can put it more directly, such as insatiable greed, pure land."

"Yeah, you're really getting less and less cute. Where did that little soft guy go? Soyousuke."

"Are you an idiot, Soyousuke."

"Mako?"

"Children should laugh when they are happy, make trouble when they are upset, and try their best to make trouble and act like a baby when they want something. Such a preoccupied expression, with an expression that doesn't know what to think all day long, even if they have a hundred times more beautiful face. You can't please the adults."

"But don't everyone prefer to be gentle, well-behaved and sensible..."

"In order to satisfy everyone, you can ignore your own wishes, suppress your desires, and force yourself to do things you don't like or can't do at all... Are you a Masochist who shakes M?"

"I'm not, but..."

"There's nothing wrong, Soyousuke. You just have to remember one thing, and never compromise to meet other people's expectations at any time."

"Mako?"

"Ok?"

"I like you, Mako."

"=皮=|||Your age is too early to say such things, right? Yousuke. And I only like pretty and cute girls."

"Aizen Soyousuke likes Mako Hirako, Mako Hirako the most."

"You... oh--you really have an immediate effect, Soyousuke."

The body falls weightlessly in the boundless darkness, and the images of the past in a trance are like dross floating in the depths of the mind, turning into a frame-by-frame theater of revolving lanterns, concatenating in disorder into a long but short life as a god of death, as a human being, In the end, all the pictures are fixed in a dazzling golden color, frivolous and playful smiles, contemptuous and arrogant sideways glances, quiet and focused side faces, gentle and helpless sighs... Various expressions, gestures and movements , all kinds of things... Hirako Mako finally turned into a head-on attack, piercing the shoulder blades, with a murderous knife that never returned.

The body is like an unloaded cannonball driven by the tip of the knife and pushed into the deeper darkness. The unique hardness and coldness of metal is like a reptile without feet and scales, wandering unscrupulously in the limbs and bones, the more it moves towards the depths of consciousness. Falling, the weakened will is closer to the original immature childishness.

However, Aizen, who had already lost the most basic perception of the outside world, couldn't notice the gradually shortened limbs, and slowly returned to his shy and green face. He just tried his best to trace that memory over and over again with the remaining thinking ability. She tried her best not to forget the playful and exaggerated uplift of her thin lips.

Because, only in this way, he will not be engulfed in the tide of maliciousness by the tide of a hundred thousand evil spirits, and he will not be crushed and defeated by the infinitely magnified loneliness of Beng Yu in the boundless darkness.

Captain Hirako...

Hirako Mako...

Mako...

The helpless child curled up his thin body in the dark, calling desperately and helplessly from the bottom of his heart. All pride was taken away, all dignity was eroded, all reason was polluted, and all solidified pride was laid. The power of dignity supporting reason has been stripped away, isolated and melted, leaving only a face that is gradually fading and blurring in the center of the brain.

Mako...

I am here……

The child raised his head in surprise, and instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

The young man in Mao's uniform, white on top and blue on the bottom, stalks in the dark with his head swaggering, his golden ponytail erected high and vigorously dispelling all the darkness and uneasiness along the way. Panic.

Soyousuke...

The boy smiled and bent his body, his light-colored pupils should have been cold and indifferent, but the pupils reflecting the boy's immature face were soft enough to make people drown in boundless tenderness willingly.

Mako...

In the child's surprise call, the teenager stretched out his slender but much warmer and stronger palm than the weak appearance.

Come with me……

Intertwining their fingers without hesitation, they ran towards where they came from without hesitation. The entire darkness was roaring with anger and trembling with fear, and the roar of space collapse followed like a shadow.

Destruction and eternal death are just a short distance behind him, stretching out his deadly tentacles time and time again, but Aizen just watched the young man's vigorous and brisk back, changing from a student with ponytail reaching his waist to a blond-haired Haori Lie Lie's captain, from a captain in white clothes like snow and blond hair like clouds, to a mask of a British yuppie with short hair and jawline.

The long-lost light guides the last escape route at the end of the line of sight. A second before crossing the most ambiguous boundary between light and darkness, Aizen suddenly accelerated past the thin figure of the man, staring deeply at the man straight ahead With a side face, he whispered word by word: "I love you, Mako."

The delinquent boy with gray eyes raised his eyelids slightly, he was smiling, tender and soft but decisively cold: "Well, I know."

He suddenly pushed Lan Ran into the dazzling light behind him, and then, without hesitation, turned around and stepped into the space on the verge of collapse, the darkness that was about to annihilate, blocking the last crazy counterattack with his thin body. ——At a critical moment, life and death are on the line.

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"Take out what your master entrusted to you, Fengyue." After confirming the intention of the blonde mask again and again, the man in black robe let out a faint sigh, and finally decided to follow Mako Hirako's wish, to the silver-haired mask. Blue eyes, as long as someone has a little research on the ancient blood of Jinglingting, it is hard not to have rich associations, with a delicate and beautiful face and a noble and elegant temperament that is almost bewitching. The former oiran of the weathering area gave the order.

Without any hesitation, the beautiful woman who regarded herself as a loyal personal servant took out a dark and inconspicuous wooden box from nowhere, but on the wooden box, it was obviously repeated by many powerful gods of death who were proficient in ghosts from different eras. The blessing of the sealed ghost path is enough to remind anyone with a brain that the items stored in this seemingly ordinary wooden box are either extremely precious or extremely dangerous, or both.

Hirako worked silently, but took the heavy-weight wooden box from three hands, his light-colored gray eyes shone bright and sharp like a falcon, and seemed to be able to penetrate the shadow created by the soft and drooping fabric of the hood , can also penetrate all hypocrisy and insincere words: "Just now you were planning to stop me, what made you suddenly change your mind. It's just three things."

"Your frankness caught me by surprise as always." The mysterious black market trader paused slightly when he withdrew his palm, and then turned his wrist and pressed it down, which was seamlessly connected by its owner to touch the skirt of his clothes, "Although I don't like that thing, I don’t like it at all. But, just now, I was suddenly reminded that I accepted the invitation and came here to accomplish this.”

"You seem to know something..." Like tearing off the thin layer of glutinous rice paper wrapped around the sweet caramel, the seal chain of the Reiatsu manifestation was easily torn off, and the Kansai cavity of the blonde mask was slim and thin but sharp. The Swiss Army Knife easily tore open the matter, but San's indifference, nonchalantly hit the nail on the head, "...But no matter how good the reasons are for preventing me from using it, it's still not worth the fact that we have no choice."

"It's a big gamble." The matter was nothing more than three slender fingers clenched tightly on the abdomen, together with a small piece of black skirt, "maybe it's the best, maybe the worst, there is no third choice."

"However, I have to gamble." The old and hoarse voice of Mishangjing interjected unhurriedly, his tone full of wisdom and calmness unique to the world of mortals who have gone through vicissitudes of life, "What's more, there are people who have been doing everything they can It's about making sure things go for the best, isn't it?"

"Blindly optimistic." The sentimental and feminine voice slowly came from under the black robe of the black market businessman. It is thicker and sweeter than honey, and silkier and more flexible than silk. The iconic voice has already appeared in the center The man on the death notice in Room 46 expressed his disdain for Misami’s official rhetoric with a very personal and smooth ending, “It’s been like this since a long time ago, you are always blindly optimistic about that man’s ability .”

"I'm just full of confidence in the strength of all of us." Mikami shook his sparse white eyebrows, and the hoarse, slow, trembling voice unique to the elderly did not hinder his clear stuttering, and the This conveys the unshakable firm will to all, "There is nothing in this world stronger than when we gather together for a common goal, and even the Soul King cannot stop it."

"It's really a long-lost passionate line, Teacher Mikami." It's just a matter of Sankang loosening the slightly pale joints due to excessive force, and the slender, beautiful and delicate fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the fully stretched muscles, "Then, finally Make sure again, can we start? Hirako Mako.——Before answering, according to the usual practice, I still want to emphasize again, are you really ready to pay any heavy price?"

The only answer was that Hirako briefly moved away from the golden eyeballs that were entangled and devoured each other in the sky, the calm gray eyes, and the calm and almost indifferent Kansai accent: "Let's get started."