mousepad-d2 Chapter 176 Consignment
Chapter 176 Consignment
"Ah--Senior Hirako." From the arms of Urahara boy came out a soft questioning sentence, "If I remember correctly, "Devil's Aesthetics" was the top ten pornography in Jinglingting, not 100 years ago. Has it been completely banned and destroyed?"
"That kind of book is impossible to be banned." It seemed that the arm on the small waist of Urahara boy wrapped in a deadly costume was completely unimportant in the eyes of the onlookers passing by all around. Seeing something, Pingzi directly downgraded all the living creatures around her to walking and moving scenery boards with the inherent domineering and domineering nature of the queen, bending over and staring ahead, "the earliest banned publication of "Devil's Aesthetics" in history The decree can be traced back to 2000 years ago. As of today, there have been as many as 54 prohibitions issued by various generations of people in power, but this book can still be found on the bookshelf of any aristocratic family with a little background. The eye-catching position has been moved to an inconspicuous corner."
After the words fell, the height like a joke that had already completely surpassed Hirako's cup in the arms, who could overlook the common people, at least the blond captain of the fifth division, fell into silence abnormally.
After a long time, the future profiteer broke the solidified air with a sigh containing complex emotions, and said slowly: "...Senior Pingzi's literary history is really good."
Although she has graduated for many years, Mako Hirako dares to sleep in every class and fail every exam in the history class of the famous teacher Mikami, who is known for being strict, harsh and old-fashioned. The true warrior of half a test paper has always been the legendary protagonist passed down by word of mouth among the enthusiastic two-year-old teenagers in the rebellious period who are eager to despise the authority and provocative rules.
Hirako finally let go of the seemingly intimate but fettered arm across Urahara's waist, quietly lifted the curtain of a low and dilapidated bookstore in front of him, bent down and got in.With the movement of leaning over, the long golden hair slid away along the raised spine to the sides, creating dazzling ripples in the air, and Hirako's steady and quiet Kansai accent was reflected in the golden afterglow. This kind of nobility and elegance unique to nobles continues: "It's just a family tradition."
Kisuke Urahara's throat tightened suddenly, and the words that were on the tip of his tongue turned into a slightly weird monophonic sound when they rolled down his lips: "Uh..."
This bookstore really lived up to its dilapidated and dilapidated first-class dangerous building. You can directly pull it to the appearance of the ghost film scene COS haunted house without decoration. You can hardly distinguish the original material and color of the yellowed and old curtains, just like walking through a section. The dark and long time goes back to another distant wilderness.Dim, damp, cold and greasy, the air is filled with a strange smell of moldy paper and inferior spices, the overly rich smell is aggressive, and it rages unscrupulously in the fragile nasal cavity, enough to destroy any visit. The unsuspecting visitor's keen sense of smell.
"Welcome to San Shi San Bookstore, I am the owner, but Shi San~~~~~~" At the end of the narrow room, a dim yellow bean light suddenly lit up, most of the face was hidden in the wide hood, only the The ghostly appearance of the owner, with a jaw as pale as snow and beautiful thin lips, heightens the gloomy atmosphere of this bookstore, which is so weird that it can make a haunted house business.
The blond-haired captain was obviously used to the strange atmosphere floating in front of him, waved his hand to drive away the turbid air lingering around his nose, and bared his whale teeth impatiently: "Yeah, this is the only way to go back and forth, Don't you get tired of it? Little San?"
The shopkeeper, whom Pingzi called Xiaosan, let out a series of gloomy and low smiles that seemed to surge upward from the depths of his chest. On the horizontal partition: "Oh, oh, I didn't notice it just now, but it turned out to be a Jin Changzhi customer with dead fish eyes and big dies."
=皮=+: "Can you say it again and try?"
Unknown why, the store manager Xiaosan lowered her mouth innocently: "Hey? Whether it's the listless dead fish eyes, the neat whale teeth, or the straight and gorgeous bangs, they are all exciting and cute, customer Jin Changzhi Why such a dissatisfied expression?"
=皮=++: "Why did Qi Liu Hai appear this time!"
Xiaosan, who continued to be unclear, was naturally stunned: "That's because every speech has an invisible word limit and metrical requirements, so I reluctantly gave up. Xiaosheng always felt that there were only dead fish eyes, whale teeth, neat bangs, and golden long straight four. Only then can you fully describe your demeanor as a guest~~~~”
=皮=+++: "I'm going to kill you!"
"........." The corner of his mouth twitched and the branches trembled wildly, the boy Urahara, who endured a lot of hard work, expressed that he was holding back a knife on his head, and hurriedly hugged Pingzi's small waist, which was broken when he folded it, " Senior Hirako, impulse is the devil."
"Let go of Xiao Xisuke, I'm going to be a devil today!" Hirako who was dragging Urahara with his back was completely blown away.
"Ah, it's true that the older you get, the worse your eyesight will be." The owner of the bookstore calmly let the tip of the knife dangling in front of his nose, and took out a knife from under the brim of his drooping hat, which he put on his left eye. Wiping the pince-nez with a gemstone chain on the end of his sleeve, he continued slowly, "It turns out that some soft-boned guests like dogs who don't bark have also come."
The boy Urahara embraced warmly and softly: "...Senior Hirako, I also want to be a devil."
Captain Hirako, who is relieved to know that you are not doing well, said: "Suddenly I don't want to be a devil anymore."
Kisuke Urahara ==|||: "..."
In the end, it was the third store manager who put the glasses back under the hood again and broke the unsustainable deadlock in front of him. From the beginning to the end, the palm that was not exposed in the air took out a wretched hand from some wretched place. The heavy cowhide purse said in an erratic and strange voice that was completely opposite to the beautiful lines of the jaw and lips that could be seen hiding in the shadows: "Jin Changzhi The customer is here to get the consignment reward~~~ So soft customer, which item in the store do you like? Or is it the brown leather diary that Jin Changzhi's customer consigned in the store? ?”
"You... what did you say?!" Suddenly hearing the unexpected news, Urahara Kisuke suddenly opened his eyes wide.
"Good job, mistress." Hirako Mako, who gave a thumbs up to express her appreciation for the shopkeeper's precise fatal blow, tilted her head, narrowed her eyes and raised a wicked smile, "You heard me right, just like mistress As you said, the diary you bought from here is mine."
"So, now, Kisuke, can we finally have an open and honest talk?"