[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 266

The black bandages are the shackles that lock the soul and the pillars that support the dignity.The fusion with Bengyu is like a death gamble that is extremely exciting and hits the temple. No one knows that the moment the trigger is pulled, the knock of the firing pin is transmitted to the ears, and the hollow echo of the lock spring is heard. It was still the deafening roar of the moment when the gunpowder exploded.

And he was implanted into Bengyu without knowing it, and became one with Bengyu unconsciously, relying on Bengyu's power to bring the dead back to life, relying on Bengyu's power to linger, relying on Bengyu's power to have the qualification to live Hideaki Sukawa has been reduced to a puppet at the mercy of Beng Yu without realizing it from the very beginning, and now he is just the controller of the soul, will, life, and dignity that has always dominated this body. Everything, together with the pure blood and hereditary power and authority passed down from generation to generation by Fuchuan Patriarch, who is the head of the four major families after ascension, and Wang Tonghui.But that's the price of living, isn't it?Bengyu has never been a universal wish-making machine that can give and take whatever it wants, and its omnipotence has always been based on the most cruel and harsh exchange of equivalents.

This was a well-prepared and inescapable deception. From the moment when the undead who should have been sleeping in the darkness with the last blood of Hideaki Fukawa was tempted by rebirth and came to the world again, he had already become the man in front of him. A pawn on the chessboard that can be slaughtered.And when he handed over the only soul fragment that could resist the pervasive erosion of Bengyu's mercury pouring down the ground, the soul fragment belonging to Yuanzhibifang, this game has irreversibly moved towards the scheduled end, and the dust has settled.

It turns out that knowing the other side is the biggest variable and the most unexpected turning point. Not long ago, the man's joke-like words resounded in his ears. At that time, he only thought that it was just another understatement. What he imagined was more honest and frank, and his gentle smile created one desperate and fatal illusion after another, but the words uttered from those beautiful lips were absolutely not false.

The thoroughly purified and sublimated blood in the body, the strength that once flooded the limbs and bones, is now nothing but a delicacy devoured by the insatiable demon in front of the forehead, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, like a fish under a knife, like after this The most cumbersome production and the most elaborate cooking in the world are finally put on the altar of evil gods in the most perfect and perfect posture as a sacrifice. The process of being eaten and swallowed by the collapsed jade brought unprecedented weakness due to the continuous loss of power. The terrible pain that is enough to defeat the most unbreakable will and crazily screams on every inch of muscle and nerve, Ling Chi is invincible.

However, this pain, which is enough to make the most tenacious warrior utter the most miserable and terrifying screams, makes Fukawa Hideaki's sanity unprecedentedly sober and sane. He squirmed and regained his voice because of the permission of the Pure Land of Extermination The mouthpiece of power, spent the little energy left to swallow the involuntary trembling of the vocal cords one second before the weakness that seemed to come from the depths of the soul overflowed his lips and teeth, and tried his best to preserve what is now seen The absurdity is almost ridiculous, the last dignity: "Ichiro Nakagawa...give me back the memory that I was sealed by him!"

The man with black hair and black eyes condescendingly looked down at the line of purple gold covered by the black bandage, pondered for a longer time than Hideaki Fukawa expected, and then slowly raised the corners of his mouth as gently as possible, and said softly and gently: "Are you sure you want to know the whole truth of the matter, even if you lose the remaining dignity?" - When the last syllable fell, the clear and melodious voice was lingering, but Obsidian's eyes were particularly distant in the intersecting sight.

It's not pity, it's not sympathy, it's not any condescending, selfish and indifferent emotion, but a deeper and more indescribable emotion after years of accumulation, soft but awe-inspiring.

It's like a forecast that heralds a crueler fate and a more unbearable past. It's not the false alarmist talk of half-assed prophets, but a glimpse of fragments from the mysterious and unpredictable Goddess of Destiny. Remnants are irresistible and irreversible, and even death cannot be avoided. The only thing to do is to wait, to wait for the moment that makes the future become the present.

"Death without knowing anything may not be happiness." Like a persuasive elder, Mieshi Pure Land gently continued to persuade in vain, "When you called that long-lost name, you actually got something very close to the truth." The truth, there is no need to know the finer details."

Hideaki Fukawa just let out a short but mocking low laugh, and calmed down another wave of soul-collapsing pain with rapid panting, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Is there anything worth losing for me now?"

Mieshi Pure Land just sighed deeply and slowly shook his head: "What do we still have, we can only see clearly at the moment we lose it. After so many years, I thought you should have understood this truth long ago, but it turns out that It would be so self-righteous and not reconciled.”

After a brief silence that seemed to last for eternity, Mieshi Pure Land turned his head and stared at the sleeping blond man in Lan Ran's arms, before speaking again: "Forget it. Since you insist on this, I might as well return your memory to you. you."

"Nakagawa Ichiro's Zanpakuto is named Unspeakable, and its ability is to seal, modify and replace other people's memories."

"Pure Land of Destruction, why are you telling me these inexplicable things all of a sudden?"

Mieshi Pure Land slightly opened its lowered eyelids, glanced at Fuchuan Hideaki at the foot, and continued to speak unhurriedly: "But the actual ability is more than that, what can be modified and replaced by the seal is not only memory, but also emotion. .”

As if realizing some absurd and cruel truth, Fukagawa Hideaki's restless breath suddenly fell into a dead silence that stopped abruptly.

However, the last veil of facts has been lifted, and the Mieshi Pure Land, which has revealed the cruelest and most ugly truth about Mount Lu, does not intend to give up halfway: "The reason why you fell in love with Yuan Zhifang at first sight is precisely because Ichiro Nakagawa exchanged Your feelings for me and the other side, the person you really love is me, and the one you fear and loathe is - you know the other side."

"No... no... this is impossible! How is this possible!" Even though he was bound in the most stringent shackles of Bengyu, he could still feel from Fuchuan Hideaki's sharp and sharp voice that it was already hanging on the verge of collapse. sanity.

"Is the truth like this? When I undo Ichiro Nakagawa's seal, the truth will naturally come to light."

"Shut up! Shut up! Destroyer Pure Land, you devil, shut up!"

However, the Mieshi Pure Land is like a program that meticulously and strictly implements the established instructions entered, and continues to narrate in a calm, rigid and indifferent voice-if he hadn't counted down the countdown to the jump after breaking out this earth-shattering gossip The villain BOSS with light-colored pupils of unconcealable astonishment looked at each other and shook his brows without losing the opportunity: "Have you never doubted your inexplicable feelings for Yuan Zhibi? And? When I met you, you were only more than 100 years old. It was the sprout of love that began to germinate, and the ignorant but innocent age of longing for love. That’s right, you already had that rare age at that age. You are wise, rational and far-sighted, but in the end you are still a child who tends to worship the strong and yearn for warmth. Your childhood lack of fatherly love can easily make you feel admiration for gentle, powerful and reliable men. Playing such a character well to steal your admiration is simply easy. And Hara Zhibifang, how could Fuchuan Hideaki fall in love with Hara Zhibifang? The Fuchuan family will never fall in love with Hara Zhibifang since the moment they fell from the royal space, because The person who quelled the rebellion of the Fukawa family and caused the Fuchuan family to fall from the throne of the sky within easy reach was the Hara Chibigata of the Wuguantianxia. Since the day when the black long knife was inserted into the heart of the first generation of Fuchuan Hideaki , the blood flowing from the Fuchuan family is full of fear of Yuan Zhibi, as well as... loathing."

Hideaki Fukawa has lost the strength to refute, from the initial strong denial to a weak pleading: "Please don't go on, I beg you don't go on, Pure Land, I beg you, I beg ..."

However, the black-haired man just raised the corners of his lips gently, ignoring all struggles, resisting, begging and rejecting, like the turbulent current called fate, cruelly devouring all creatures that fell into his path: "You Think about it carefully, and recall carefully, before you met Yuan Zhibifang... Whether you are interested in men or women, do they all have long black hair and black eyes like me?"

Under the black bandage came Hideaki Sukawa's near-death sobs.

The Pure Land of Extermination finally no longer concealed the joy that the corners of the lips gradually spread upwards, and slowly and unhurriedly gave the chaotic emotions and chaotic memories gradually recovered, Hideaki Sukawa's most cruel and sharp fatal blow: "The only way to remove Ichiro Nakagawa's ability The method is to describe to the other party his memories and emotions that have been edited and messed up, and then say the unspeakable beginning words, unspeakable, unspeakable, once you say..." Mishi Pure Land bent his body, and gently covered his beautiful thin lips. Hideaki Fukawa's ears are hidden under layers of bandages, his tone is gentler and more tender than the most intimate ear-to-eye contact between lovers, but the words he speaks are no different from what can be imagined in this world. The cruelest torture on the will of the soul-what is more cruel than holding your life in the palm of your hand, and watching with interest your wanton twisted emotions playing with your will with the most leisurely attitude?All the brilliance in life that was once proud and worthy of pride will fall at the moment when the voice falls, "...is a mistake."

When the torrent of memory surged in, Hideaki Sukawa's life would also stagnate at this moment forever, falling into the quiet and eternal darkness of death with the cruelest and ruthless truth in his arms.

"Oh, it's really hearty and perfect." Mishi Pure Land let out a long and long sigh, and chuckled softly, but the slowly straightened body had to be fixed in the curved spine before the arched spine was fully straightened. With a hunched posture, "...if you really plan to put the knife on my neck, it will be easier to stroke me, Xiao Mako."

The blond man who didn't know when he woke up moved his wrist, and the long black knife immediately created a narrow and beautiful hickey on his white neck: "You should be more careful when you speak, so that you won't touch me. Let’s undo the seal together, Matsushima Zero.”

Mieshi Pure Land gracefully shrugged his shoulders, the sudden movement forced Hirako to withdraw the long knife in a hurry to avoid cutting his fragile neck artery: "Well, I am willing to pay the price for my momentary ecstasy, you want to know What is it, Makoto?"

"Everything." On the back of the hand holding the knife in the blond mask, sinuous veins popped out, "Everything you concealed, the Pure Land of Extermination!"

The author has something to say:

I feel that my scumbag skills have been sublimated once, and I am so happy to write this chapter!

PS: Facing the pure land full of ghosts and animals, I suddenly felt that death is a kind of compassion.