Chapter 183
Chapter 183
An upside-down world, an upside-down vision, an upside-down golden figure at the end of the world pierced by black chains.
Pingzi raised his left hand and slowly stroked his chin from his forehead. After his vision dimmed briefly, the clear picture again proved that the fuzzy and turbulent vision was only for a moment.
"Hey... the guy in front, turn around!" The hoarseness of the sandpaper in the throat indicated that the physical condition had fallen into an unprecedented low ebb, so that the relatively independent thinking space could not completely block the serious influence of the spiritual body on the spirit.
The golden figure paused slightly as it was drifting away, and then stepped forward with a more calm and determined attitude to accelerate away.
"Stop! I tell you to stop!" The blue veins entrenched on the forehead beat the sensitive nerves on the temple, and the subtle pain that seemed to be there but couldn't be ignored made Pingzi, who was already impatient, even worse. The hoarse and deep Kansai accent was worse than the mood, "Yuan knows the other side, where do you want to escape to, you bastard?!"
The golden figure with head and feet like the reflection of the lake finally completely stopped walking away, and the waist-length blond hair raised a gorgeous arc on the thin back because of the sudden stop of the owner.
"Since when did you notice it?" It is soft and gentle, completely different from the Kansai accent that is exactly the same as that of Nifu Heiko. Notes, reminiscent of the illusory hallucinations of sweet dreams, flow through the eardrum and cochlear currents in the trembling auditory nerves.
Pingzi stepped on the floating clouds in the blue sky and slowly approached the standing still figure. Hearing this, he tilted his head and opened the corner of his mouth to show a mouthful of whale teeth that could be used as an endorsement for Colgate. When I stopped having those messy dreams? Or when my talent as the Hirako family awakened, no, it should be said when I was released from the seal? The person who sealed me suddenly became powerless and had no choice but to give up One of talent and memory."
The golden back caresses the back that has never been straight. After a short silence, he turns around silently. His gray pupils, blond hair, and smooth facial features without ups and downs. His thin lips are naturally pursed into a sharp line. The extended tail rises to form a contrasting soft arc.
That was Mako Hirako's face and facial features, but it was far from the original owner's unbridled willfulness, and even less of the aggressiveness that was concealed behind the unbridled arrogance.
The man lowered his light gray eyes, every pronunciation is clear and distinct, but there is still a lingering blur and illusion in every cadence, which is reminiscent of the bright and cold sunlight in the sky at noon in winter, which burns the pupils But it can't warm the skin: "I just don't want to confuse your memory."
"I know, there seem to be two sets of different but similar memories running side by side in my head." Hirako raised his hands and turned his head tilted to one side, and the excessive bangs that were as neat as teeth cast brilliant shadows on the cold iridescent , "I'm assuming that's the real reason my memories keep getting jumbled and confused with each other?"
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough..." The man with the same face as Pingzi finally couldn't suppress the weak cough in his chest, lowered his head and buried his face in the open palm, and soon there was a scarlet liquid Follow the slender and slender outline of the fingers to overflow the finger gaps.
As if the sound was suppressed as hard as possible, but still could not conceal that the hoarse coughing and panting that lingered in his throat echoed in his chest. Before: "Are you an idiot? You know where you are! If this accident hadn't happened to me, wouldn't you even plan to meet me and just disappear completely like this?"
"So what if we meet like this now? Cough, cough, cough..." Yuan Zhibifang finally pulled out the fleeting calm from the continuous cough that seemed to last forever, and asked weakly, "cough cough Cough cough, I have died a long time ago, almost 100 years ago. What I appear here is just the last obsession, and a little bit of the last gift of my fellow clan."
"..." Hirako Mako slowly retracted the arc of her lips, stretched her frowning brows, and stared expressionlessly at the last phantom of that ancient legend in front of her, "...at this time, don't you still want to admit it? ? On the other side."
"Admit what?"
"Admitting that the reason why you are weak and dissipated is because you used your only remaining soul as nourishment to nourish my soul and heal the wounds of my soul caused by soul transformation! After seeing that... I don't know what it is I knew it when it happened! What you don’t want me to know! You used a living spirit body to study the separation and purification of souls, killed so many innocent lives, created so many weird monsters, and your hands are full of blood A whole body of sin, betrayed the responsibilities and obligations, honor and principles of being Shinigami of Goute [-] Division, just to finally use this technology on myself, make myself into a medicine to cure me, and then happily Go see the King of Souls!" The Kansai accent gradually became high with the unhurried narration, and the corners of Mako Hirako's long and narrow eyes slowly turned red due to the surging emotions, but she still clenched her fists tightly, trying her best to restrain the emotions that were about to run away, " You know I won't accept this kind of treatment plan. With so many lives..."
"That's just your imagination." Yuan Zhibi Fang's cold voice categorically penetrated into Hirako Mako's incoherent words gradually, because the weak words seemed too flimsy, split between the lips and teeth, and the moment the glassware shattered, the cruel meaning of sobriety and calmness , "That's right, I once thought of such an idea, but the experiment failed. I just created a bunch of useless monsters and extremely dangerous failures. In addition to bloody murders and immoral crimes, I didn't get anything. Or can you come up with some unfounded evidence to prove that I actually...successful. "
The impassioned words came to an abrupt end, Hirako gritted his teeth and fixedly stared at the man in front of him who told the ruthless cold facts in a leisurely tone of "today's weather is so nice", the Adam's apple collided violently in the center of his slender neck , the warm saliva flowing through the throat and into the esophagus bloomed on the taste buds with the unique fishy sweetness of blood.
Evidence...of course there is evidence...but...but...
A blazing flame rose from the chest cavity, and the gorgeous tongue of the unknown flame licked every sensitive nerve, burning out a heavy sadness that was almost overwhelmed, and a cold despair of powerlessness.Hirako Mako took a deep breath, and suddenly opened her arms to hug the thin and frail body in front of her. The vain and chaotic breath filled all the senses, indicating the fact that the soul living in the body in her arms was about to leave.The head buried in the neck nest once again took a deep breath of the ominous atmosphere permeating the temple hair, so chaotic, so meager, as if the next minute, the next second, the next moment, it will melt and evaporate like snowflakes falling on the palm of your hand!
This hug lasted too long, so long that it almost gave the illusion of eternity.
Yuanzhibifang slowly stretched out his hands in this illusion of frozen time, bit by bit he took the man who gave him this wholehearted hug into his bosom, and then broke the desperate silence in the air with a low smile: "Hey , are you crying? Makoto."
The arm passing under the armpit was tightened again, with such force that the ribs on the other side felt a dull pain.After a short silence, a low and hoarse Kansai accent sounded: "Idiot, at this time, idiots will waste time on such ugly things. Time is not wasted like this."
"Aren't you crying? That's really great." Yuan Zhibi patted Hirako's back comfortingly, showing a gentle smile of relief where the blond man couldn't see, "Since you were a child, what I've been most afraid of is I accidentally made you cry."
"...Oh, is that so? I don't have any memory at all." The Kansai accent at the neck returned to normal, with a half-surprised and seven-point teasing ending.
"Oh, of course you don't have the impression... At that time, your arms were not as long as mine, and a small ball was nestled on my chest... My clothes were wet by drooling in the dark... At that time , I just thought...it must be good..." The gentle and gentle memories fell into a long pause, and then a lively Kansai accent suddenly sounded in Pingzi's ear, "Hey, hey, what's going on now, Although this young master is handsome and unrestrained, Yushu faces the wind, is suave, suave and charming, and it is understandable that you can't help but fall under this young master's slacks when you are shocked, but you already have your own name and body, so you can eat like this Look at what’s in the bowl, look at what’s in the pot, stretch out evil black hands towards the weeds that can no longer be on the edge of the nest, even if you’re close to the water, you’ve got the moon, isn’t there a limit to what you can do? Self-improvement, isn’t it? My cutie, hey!"
"…………"
"Hello, hello, hello? Is anyone home? Mr. Sanzhi, have you gone to Java for vacation?"
"..."
"Hey, Mako Hirako, I won't be polite if you take advantage of me like this again! I'll count one, two, three, let me go quickly! One...two...scatter..."
"Reverse caress..." A deep and slow sigh came from the neck of the noisy Daohun.
"Huh?" Zanpakutō, who was counting down the countdown, widened his eyes because he didn't know, and then... "Oh, my head, Mako Hirako, you bastard!"
Withdrawing the fist that was in close contact with the smooth and smooth forehead in the last second, Pingzi moved his knuckles and sighed: "It feels so good." -囧TZ
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