mousepad-d2 Chapter 179 Connectors
Chapter 179 Connectors
"Oh, oh, are you really the Hirako Mako I know? No, it should be said, are you really Hirako Mako?"
Intangible and qualitative ripples spread from the end of the sound, as if the calm lake disturbed by stones can no longer faithfully reflect the surrounding reflections, and the increasingly distorted scene makes a crisp sound of glass breaking when stretched to the apex , the slender and white palm stood abruptly in the center of the fusion of the world and fantasy after the cracked ice pattern.
The shattered streamer centered on the outstretched palm, as if a soft curtain was rolled back, and the stalker's true face hidden behind the disguise was revealed in the streamer of Lingzi's collapse.
Black hair, blue eyes, slightly clumsy black-rimmed glasses add just the right amount of gentle and steady bookishness to that overly handsome face. The tall and straight bridge of the nose and the delicate thin lips under the wings of the nose The gentle and elegant smile makes you feel like a spring breeze, but at the same time, you will never forget the long and prominent history flowing in the veins of the man in front of you. It is a unique smile that belongs to a high-ranking noble with a prominent family and has been polished and polished by a long time. But not pretentious, proud but not condescending, friendly but calmly opened the distance in the inadvertent eyes.
As for the Nakagawa family, no matter how many down-and-out aristocrats secretly gritted their teeth and squeezed out the criticism of "just the watchdog of the Fuchuan family" from their teeth, as long as there is even a one-thousandth chance, they will still be proud of them. head, to kiss and lick the soles of this low-key but noble family.
"Yeah, I finally got such an evaluation after I moved my head that was about to rust. As the person involved, I was really shocked~~~" Hold your heart with one hand, even if you zoom in on that face to the nanometer I can't find a pore at the level, ah, no, I can't find any clues of the deep blow. Hirako narrowed his slender triangular eyes, "But people who study history have a dark mind. It's me."
"Yeah, yeah, no one would have thought that the history idiot Mako Hirako, who fell asleep as soon as he took history class, and was beaten by Mikami teacher, still refused to change. I read it as a bedtime story. At the age of 43, I was more proficient in their family history than most of the nobles in Jingling Court." Ichiro Nakagawa smiled lightly, "It would never have occurred to me that as a powerful Shinigami whose dominant hand is the right hand, Captain Pingzi is actually a natural left-hander. Your first teacher of calligraphy is Yuan Zhibifang. I remember that you could use your left hand to imitate Yuan Zhibifang's handwriting seamlessly when you were very young, so in order to cover up your differences with Yuan Zhibifang The relationship between the other party will always be in front of people. It is a retrograde text with no characteristics. And the reason why I appear here is thanks to your incredible stunt."
"First of all, you forged three fake diaries and passed them into the hands of Aizen and Urahara respectively, and then observed the impact of the diary on Kisuke Urahara through frequent contact, while taking the opportunity to investigate the young master Hideaki in the second squad. And the insider buried by Aizen. Everything is ready and what happens next is truly wonderful. Mako, you passed the message of a non-existent collapsed jade to Young Master Yingming through Kisuke Urahara. This is so serious that only I Or a problem that can only be solved by Young Master Yingming personally. Of course, Young Master Yingming cannot personally come forward, neither his status nor his health will allow him to take such a risk. Therefore, the only one standing here is me and it will only be me. I am Ichiro Nakagawa..."
"Are you trying to say that I let Soyousuke take care of my own affairs?" Hirako, who had been silent with a lot of patience since Ichiro Nakagawa's tirade, lazily turned his head to the right and then said in a kind Slowly, as if about to leave an indelible imprint on Ichiro Nakagawa’s ice-cold and deep retina like the Arctic Ocean, he raised his jaw, and the smooth and graceful lines extended from behind the ears and converged into sharp arrow clusters on the central axis of the symmetrical face. Outline, the sharpness that can pierce the throat, cut off the trachea and end life can also break all the sounds of speculation, peeping and analysis.
"Although I don't want to announce this kind of legitimate reason that doesn't match my style at all, but since I'm still receiving the salary of those idiots, I should occasionally fulfill my obligations as the captain, right?" The big cat with its fangs pulled up at the corner of its mouth continued slowly in a lazy, even provocative, casual tone, "Is it strange to ask your adjutant to do a general cleaning to remove the unsightly garbage? ?”
Ichiro Nakagawa finally couldn't hold back the breath stuck in his throat. Did that inexplicable bastard not abuse that so-and-so for a long time when he did it? What did you do to Hirako Mako!This black hair from the hair to the toes, not even a hair left, and the unstoppable light in the background is full of unscrupulous cruelty and bloodthirsty breath, what a swell!
"Are you sure you are really Mako Hirako?" Ichiro Nakagawa asked calmly with a tangled in his heart, the angle of his lips raised could be interpreted as a slightly wry smile or a very bitter smile.
"You've already asked this question twice." Mako Hirako's light-colored pupils were shining brightly in the animation, and the Kansai dialect was teasing and joking, "I have Alzheimer's at this age. Has Chuan Yingming done too many immoral things?"
Hearing the relentless cynicism of Mako Hirako, who was familiar and no longer familiar, Nakagawa Ichiro heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time deeply despised himself for being so comforted by other people's sarcasm. Shaking M, who has grown upside down, can be abused so happily even if she is mentally abused OTZ
"I'm just worried that something weird is coming out."
The inexplicable splendor in Hirako Mako's eyes instantly condensed into something substantial, and she raised her slender fingers to pick out her ears: "Well, I seem to have heard something terrible, don't you mind repeating it again? Nakagawa Ichiro."
What answered him was Ichiro Nakagawa's sharp half of the sharp knife point pierced by the lightning bolt under the snow-white banner, and the spring of blood gushing out along the hideous blood groove on the blade, and the illusion of whitewashing peace behind him shattered , the blue cocoon that should have been round and plump hangs shriveled on Nakagawa Ichiro's shoulder, and the bright red blood overflows along the junction of the blade and the mask, bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit, the bright blue waning moon behind him Dyed scarlet.
"Even if you are imprisoned for a long time and lose consciousness, can't you still not completely eliminate the instinct to desire flesh and blood?" The slender eyelashes attached to the end of Ichiro Nakagawa's drooping eyelids trembled slightly. However, the expression couldn't get rid of the despair and confusion in the depths of the ice-blue pupils that overflowed with murderous intent, but it was more like a creepy and terrifying camouflage.
Pulling out a knife to chop up the corpse that was about to move under his feet, Pingzi let out a leisurely sigh of "being famous is not as good as meeting, and meeting is worse than being famous": "A long time ago, it was said that the more wanton killings, the more pure and innocent the men of the Chuan family were. The gentleness, kindness, purity and innocence that are loved by people need to be irrigated and nourished by thousands of times of success or failure. There are even rumors that the Nakagawa family is a demon from hell. Such an outrageous legend. A little girl like Hiyori would not believe it, but see Seeing your appearance, I kind of understand why there are such idiotic rumors."
"In a little while, everything here will be awakened by the smell of the two of us." Nakagawa Ichiro frowned more weakly, took off the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and gently squeezed the aching temple , "Although it won't cause too much trouble, but with such a huge number, I don't want to continue talking with you, Xiao Zhenzi, in a slaughterhouse where blood and corpses pile up."
"It's very simple." The caress suddenly swayed backwards, dragging the beautiful and ominous trajectory of summer meteors in the air, and the frozen moment penetrated another young man who rushed from top to bottom, gushing blood Before the palm holding the knife was gradually dyed, the powerful Reiatsu turned into blood-colored projectiles and shot out in all directions, piercing through more skulls in an instant.The fearless god of death wore a meaningless smile, and casually proposed in a Kansai dialect that is extraordinarily irrelevant and out of the way, "Then let's create a massacre scene and talk at the same time, we can kill two birds with one stone and have a harmless friendly match at the same time." .”
"Whoever wins will have a prize." Nakagawa Ichiro's unnamed Zanpakudao dragon groaned out, and neatly turned the attacks from behind into flying flesh and blood, "They all have more or less imaginary characteristics, I suggest that you better dismember them, at least the head must never be kept intact."
"Hey, hey, I got it. If you talk too much, you will easily become an old man." Tilting his head, he passed a paw dripping with unknown mucus, and obediently obeyed the doctor's order to blow off the skull of the creature in front of him with the same unknown composition. Pingzi continued the topic in a very leisurely manner and raised a bet, "If I win, I want the answer to a question."
Just now, Ichiro Nakagawa pulled out the Zanpakutō in his hand from the center of the mask of a completely blurred spirit body, carefully avoiding the splash of blood. Wen Ya smiled broadly: "What a coincidence, I also have a question to ask you."
"So?" Hirako raised his eyebrows behind the light curtain where swords, lights and swords criss-crossed.
"Deal!" With the help of the pool of blood spreading under his feet and the white lightning at his fingertips, he successfully created more than a dozen non-mainstream sculptures that would be inferior to Picasso's abstract paintings. Ichiro Nakagawa suddenly pulled the knot between the raised collar , the snow-white fabric shattered into snow-colored lightning that obscured the line of sight day by day, driven by the attached spiritual pressure, it pierced through any object that dared to block the way forward more easily than the sharpest knife.
"Fuck me, Ichiro Nakagawa, you're going to kill me!" He bent back to avoid the oncoming monster, Hirako, who was robbed by the monster, stomped hard into the accumulated blood under his feet, splashing blood The moment the flower bleeds out, it solidifies into the bloodthirsty fangs of a beast, biting the fragile lens of all the failed products that dare to attack, and the small and weak explosion successfully destroys it from the inside while maintaining the perfect appearance. The delicate and orderly structure of the brain.
"Project the explosive spiritual power contained in the flesh and blood." Nakagawa Ichiro, who temporarily emptied the monsters around him, pushed the shiny mirror on the bridge of his nose. inspiration?"
"It's nothing to know the ability of Kenxi, a guy who is easy to get hot in fights. Do you want to guess what Ross's swastika is?"
"Are you talking about the 卍解 of that music enthusiast in Lou Ten? Hmm..." I slapped back and sent flying another wave of shadows trying to sneak attack. Ichiro Nakagawa was the first one in the front, like a series of dominoes. Touching his chin in the sound of his body colliding, he recalled affectionately, "I remember Young Master Yingming mentioned to me that it seems to be an ability to use music to create hallucinations. The name of Xijie is... is... is... Jin Shaluo doesn't steal eggs?"
"Pfft——" Hirako, who was swinging a knife to deal with the dominoes made by the speaker on the ground, softened, and the body that was originally clean and cut into two pieces turned into a bloody abstract capital H. Before Hirako could do it When he put on an embarrassing face and maintained a =dish= expression, complaining about this name that is full of grooves in every syllable, Ichiro Nakagawa knocked another unlucky attacker away with a knife. A bright expression filled with heavy metal-style dragons singing and cranes jittering added: "Ah, I remembered wrongly, it should be the Jinshaluo Dance Troupe."
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