[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 337 The So-called History

Who said that history is one play after another.

The scorching spiritual light scorched every cell, and the body on the verge of collapse could no longer provide any effective protection. The blond boy in the center of the spirit wave frenzy lowered his eyelids exhaustedly, letting his body no longer able to fight against gravity fall. into the abyss.

Few people in the Pingzi family died well, and far more died in conspiracy than on the battlefield. Every bloody tombstone is admonishing the young and ignorant juniors to stay away from the core of power games and interest competitions, but they can only watch with cold eyes. The farce, tragedy and tragedy have been staged again and again.

But now, he can finally set up a monument without words, a tomb of clothes, which will not be commented on by future generations, just because the reincarnation derived from the talent of blood has finally come to an end.

Ah--

In a trance, I seem to see a person, with ebony hair, emerald eyes, and ordinary facial features that are not worth remembering, but just one glance is enough to engrave that gentle and ethereal smile on the beating heart.

He couldn't help opening his eyes wide, and saw another round ball of golden hair bouncing and rolling into the arms of the man who was kneeling under the dripping eaves. There is a kind of lingering lingering in the bone.

"Are you still worrying about the Pure Land? This is really not your style, Bifang." The man's calm and soft voice came from the room with his back, like the cool and beautiful moonlight pouring down on the thin-clothed back.

"It's more honorable to have you, father, who has everything you need." The man raised his hand to caress the golden hair of the dumpling in his arms, and frowned slightly, "What do you mean by history?"

"Well..." Even in the casual chat between friends, the serious male voice showed a rare faint smile, "You are more qualified to evaluate than me, the so-called clerk, immortal Know the other side."

The black-haired man didn't care about the teasing implied in his friend's tone, he just stared at the top of a tall beech tree in the courtyard, but his eyes clearly extended to the farther shore: "History, that's just one after another. Make a joke."

"Different people wear different masks and apply different makeup at different times and places, but they perform the same script."

"Human nature is like this, and people's hearts are like this. As long as human nature and people's hearts remain unchanged in this world, the script will not change."

"So, don't you feel tired? Glory. You can deduce the future of this person and predict his ending with just one glance. Don't you feel tired of such days?"

"It's impossible to say that I don't get tired, otherwise I wouldn't have to take Mako to live here alone. It's just..."

"only?"

"I'm not the prophet who lives in the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art and is obsessed with retirement. I have seen the past, and all I can speculate is the most likely future so far. There are so many threads of destiny in this world. , So many karma will change unpredictablely, maybe just because of one person, one event, or one sentence, the whole world will be led to a completely different future."

"you mean?"

"You understand best, Bifang. You understand this matter best."

"You won't stop me, will you? Rong Guang."

"I'm just a historian."

……

The unusual pressure on the throat prompted the young man with a calm and serene face to open his eyes, and the light brown eyes that were close at hand were filled with illusion-like softness and warmth.

The boy opened the corners of his mouth in relief, raised his right hand, which had never held a knife, and gently patted the wrist clamping his neck.

Apparently, this casual action, which is not like dealing with a tit-for-tat enemy, but like a partner who is playing and joking, made the owner of the wrist stunned, and then tightened his fingertips reflexively.

The sudden decrease in the flow of the quietly pulsating arteries on the side of the neck caused a slight dizziness, the boy blinked playfully, and silently moved his lips: "You are still so easy to be too careful, Yousuke."

Sure enough, after a moment of stalemate, the fingers on the neck once again loosened the confinement of capturing breath amidst the sky full of Venus.

The air vibrating the lungs brought a slight cough, and the young Pingzi raised the corners of his lips in a slow and hoarse voice, speaking at a slow pace: "Although I didn't intend to hide it from you from the beginning, it still makes me feel uncomfortable to be exposed so quickly. A little bit of a surprise."

"Do you want to know the reason?" Big Boss Lan, who has always heard the strings and knows the meaning, calmly explained the other party's implication.

The boy in the palm of his hand frowned with a smile, and raised his eyebrows firmly: "You will tell me, right?"

Faced with this expression of the villain boss who is determined to say that the emperor's nature is easy to change, the blue boss rarely paused for a few breaths, and then let the smile on his lips stretch gracefully again, using a warm and deep gorgeous bass Response: "Of course, as you wish."

"Captain Pingzi once told me that his real memory began in the 76th area of ​​Liuhun Street."

"You investigated his past and deduced his age through various clues."

"I have to say, you do have quick reflexes and quick thinking."

The blond boy who was strangled had no sense that his own life was hanging on someone else's fingertips, so he twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently, revealing some neatly arranged whale teeth: "I'm sorry, I robbed you Your lines interrupted your addiction to preaching."

Aizen: "..."

The young man raised his eyebrows in high spirits: "Actually, it was the bandages on his body that first caught your attention. No, to be precise, it should be the scars under the bandages. It was clearly wounded on his chest, but the blood stains representing open wounds It spread on the back. You once focused on attacking his back not to use these wounds to attack weak points, but to test the cause of these wounds. The result was beyond your expectation, you felt the residual spiritual pressure on these wounds , the spiritual pressure left by a dead person..."

"It's Hideaki Fukawa." Aizen tightened his fingers, interrupting the young man's speculation. He smiled gently, but there was a gloomy sharpness in his eyes, which was unpredictable. "The wound on your back was caused by Hideaki Fukawa himself. , reaching deep into the internal organs, enough to be fatal."

The boy let out a deep cough in his throat, and sighed softly with his eyes closed: "It is impossible for Hideaki Sukawa to appear in Karakura Town, let alone attack him from behind as a dead person, so obviously there is only one most reasonable result." explanation. That is..."

"These injuries don't come from 'now'." Aizen slowly deepened the smile on the corner of his mouth, and the deeper arc of the corner of his lips was full of meaning, "The eye of truth may not only burn Just the memory of the past, it burns the 'state' called the past."

"That's why you suddenly asked my age, and that's why you tested me with thunder cannons." The young boy Pingzi chuckled softly, "Those spiritual pressures that should not appear on the wounds make you especially sensitive to his state. Sensitive, so you immediately deduce that he suddenly lifted the blur may not be to completely release the power of the eye of truth, but because—his physical state has regressed back to before the blur.”

"And the result is not what you expected. His virtualization is very mature, enough to use the virtual flash without taking out the mask, facing the broken path of a sudden close-up attack, compared to a ghost with a lot of spiritual words Dao, of course, the false flash that has become instinct is more important, but I didn't use the false flash, but used the Qianshoujiaotiantaipao that gave up singing." The young Pingzi who said too many words in one breath because of the With little lung capacity left, he had to pause for a while, adjust his breathing, and then said, "This is an extremely serious mistake I made, and it was a mistake I had to make. It was this mistake that made me only defend but not attack. It became a testament to my weakness."

"This is indeed an extremely serious mistake for you, but you have to make it." Lan Ran slightly lowered his eyes, this movement unconsciously emphasized the narrow and sharp lines at the end of his eyes, like a lancet as thin as a cicada's wings , Even the moment when the blood vessel is cut across the throat is light and graceful, like a sacrificial dance, "The first judgment in an unprepared melee attack is to use the ghost way, which means that you can no longer launch false flashes, and use the ninety-level broken way to go Offsetting the Thunder Roar Cannon, which is only level [-], is not because you like to show off. It's because you are too weak to use the same level of strength to offset, or you lack confidence in your weak state, so you have to go all out to offset My way of hell."

"This is really a bad move that couldn't be worse." Pingzi lazily and slowly laughed at himself, "Accidentally acted too strong, but in the end it was self-defeating and turned into an anticlimactic bluff. A person's strategic model is composed of many aspects. It is decided, but a person's fighting style is almost completely determined by his own personality. Hirako Mako's fighting style, no matter what, should be sharp, decisive, as precise as a tight bow and fatal with one blow Yes, he may use some language tricks to gain a psychological advantage, but he will never show off his skills. Either he is not the real Mako Hirako, or... I am already weak You can’t even take the initiative to attack.”

"You are terrible, Aizen Soyousuke. The motives, purpose behind, and thoughts of every decision of my every choice, every action, have been completely and completely seen through by you~~~~" Young gently grasped the wrist that was close to the chin, and raised the corners of his lips inexplicably, "You are so clear about everything, you are as creepy as a monster."

"Both and each other can speculate my thoughts to this extent. I have always thought that Urahara Kisuke is the only one."

"Hey? Doesn't it include the Pure Land of Extermination?"

"...he doesn't want to do that."

"I do know where he wants to go." The boy blinked playfully, and murmured softly like a street peddler selling prohibited items pretending to be mysterious, "Are you interested in listening?"

The fingers between the throats suddenly tightened, and the sharp murderous intent cut the fragile throat, and the gentle smile on Aizen's lips tilted into a steep arc: "You don't seem to be afraid of death, Mako Hirako."

The boy Pingzi still patted Aizen's wrist unhurriedly, and the imprisoned vocal cords vibrated in a limited space to produce a vague echo: "Of course I am afraid of death, but unfortunately, before the end of the real eye, even if I wholeheartedly seek To die is to ask for death."

This answer obviously can't appease the villain BOSS, who is as famous as the force value. After feeling the fingertips on his neck showing signs of piercing arteries, the young Pingzi finally struggled: "Anyway, our goals are the same, why can't we Sit down and talk with each other in peace?!"

The fingers that cut through the skin finally stopped a second before piercing the artery, Aizen raised his eyes dangerously: "Our purpose has been running counter to it from the very beginning."

"No, now, at least the purpose of you and me is exactly the same now." The boy became excited for the first time, and unconsciously tore the thumb across his neck that held the pulse, "We are all waiting for a human named Kurosaki Ichigo Appearance of the boy."

"I thought you knew very well that creating the King Key was my goal."

"Of course that's your goal, but before this 'evolutionary coordinate' appears, you won't create Wang Jian." Boy Pingzi narrowed his light gray eyes behind his messy blond hair, and let his lips rise gradually. Turning into a weird and exaggerated smiling face, "As a god of death, you can't defeat the zero team that guards the space of the royal family. Before you can reach the top of the sky, you must surpass the god of death, surpass Daxu, and surpass all souls in this world!"

"you……"

"Since you have already guessed that my ability is to see through the past." The young Pingzi's voice is ethereal and soft, like the sweet and seductive whisper of a demon resounding in the dark night, "Then why don't you go further and think about me Through whose eyes are you looking at the past, Soyousuke."

The warm and soft touch of the skin on the Adam's apple was replaced by the surging oppression of spiritual pressure for a moment, and Aizen's suddenly deep pupils filled his vision.

The young man let out a low laugh that put his life and death on the line, and bravely met the sharp eyes of the master of the virtual circle: "That's right, just like you thought, I went to the past through your eyes, and what I saw was not only Not just what you do, but what you - think."

The moment the words fell, the dangerous sound of the cervical vertebrae about to break shook the eardrums and rang through the cranial cavity, but the blond boy just casually raised the corners of his mouth and raised a bright smile comfortably.

Behind Lan Ran, the black spiritual pressure inlaid with red borders rushed over the sky and covered the sky, and the loud, high-pitched and vigorous roar that really belonged to the young people followed like a shadow and shook the universe and rushed to Xiaohan.

Crescent - tooth - sky - rush!