[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Chapter 108 Save "Beauty"?

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Gollum, gurgle, gurgle...

"Aaaaaaaaaa..."

Gollum, gurgle...

"I didn't expect you to be here." He opened the chair at hand and sat in it. The man with black hair hanging down his waist casually put his snow-white coat on the back of another chair. How about one side?"

wow-

Turning over a page of "Jing Ling Ting Newsletter" in his hand, the man on the opposite side revealed a pair of black and purple eyes from the top of the page, with narrow eye sockets and slender, deep and straight corners of the eyes, neither high-spirited nor charming, The cold, indifferent and lazy expression is impressive at a glance and cannot be wronged.

"Just leave work aside, okay?" The man's calm voice in the clear breeze of the moon came quietly, deliberately imitating the other party's sentence patterns to reveal that his emotions are not as indifferent and meaningless as he seems, " What do you hear? The continuous sound of mourning that never ends."

The man who was the first to speak turned his head and condescendingly cast his gaze down the high platform. He was being driven into the abyss of self-mutilation by the extreme pain, and the flesh and blood he had torn from himself was rolling all over the ground, blurring into an inhuman mass of flesh and blood. A line of snow-white slurry squirmed and swallowed in the crimson pool of blood: "This is not the man you brought back from Liuhun Street last time... or the man who ate his lover."

Swipe—another page of "Jing Ling Ting Newsletter" flicked across the man's fingertips, without looking at the screaming meat ball, the man sighed softly: "Yes, it's really pitiful."

"When did you have such abundant sympathy? Besides, this idiot who yearns for power but has no ability to control it has no pity value."

"The one I pity is not that man, but his lover." The "Jinglingting Communication" was gently placed on the round table, and the man turned his gaze to the test subject whose voice was getting weaker, "Even if it is eaten by the lover There is no trace of resentment, even if she becomes Xu's lover who still loves her deeply, but because of this love, she eventually destroys her lover. However, devouring everything you love deeply is Xu's way of survival and Xu's way of love. "

"What did you say?" The man who spoke earlier widened his eyes in surprise, "You said this is..."

"Ah, I brought back not only that man but also his lover. Although the gluttonous □□ has not been analyzed yet, we have found another more effective method. So I used the last point on my own initiative. on that girl."

The bloody mass finally stopped struggling, allowing the pale bones to cover the weak body instead of soft skin.The low and desolate howl of grief spread in the vast space, and the line of blood and tears under the left eye on the chalky white bone mask was shocking.

"She hates me very much." The man on the terrace who never got up calmly narrated the facts, and his calm tone was so indifferent and ruthless that heinously said, "It's very troublesome to be hostile to this kind of firm-willed and emotionally persistent guy." thing."

"What are you going to do?"

"It's just a momentary curiosity, just like what I have been doing recently, let the gods of death deal with it."

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"Captain Hikuri! Captain Hikyu! The spiritual pressure in Jingling Court is abnormal at the first level!" The team members were out of breath and reported the latest collection of spiritual pressure. Plump paws with great breasts, dexterous Shunpo to avoid splashing blood, and cut open a mask full of post-modern fauvist abstraction with unique style and unique style of the aborigines. What's going on? The spatial structure of Jinglingting is much more stable than that of Liuhun Street. It is impossible to open a black cavity in places other than Shuangji Hill, and there is no difference between opening a black cavity invasion and committing suicide in Shuangji. There is no virtual energy that can directly pass through the soul-cloaking membrane and enter the Jingling Court...unless..."——unless that Xu was originally in the Jingling Court.

"Captain Hikko, do you need help?" The team members also dodged to avoid the scarlet flash that swept behind them, and conveniently stuffed a red cannon into the gaping mouth. The collision exploded, and half of the masked head was easily blown away.

Hikifune Kiryu looked at the dizzying variety of visitors who seemed to be dumping dumplings from the sieve-like sky, trying to evade fares to enter the park and eat the overlord's meal, and took a deep breath: "...No need...Mako is in Jinglingting. "

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"Soyousuke, did you notice anything?" The blond captain who was lazily lying on the ridge of the roof not only stood, sat, sat, and walked, but also didn't even lie down, like a pool of mud stuck on the tiles. Chip.

"No..." Lan Ran's vice-captain standing under the eaves was standing under the eaves, the glasses on the bridge of his nose flickered, he was selectively blind and couldn't see the unpretentious posture of his own captain, and pondered slightly, "But there has been no news from the third team for a long time... I Worried that something might go wrong."

The blond captain who was paralyzed on the jagged roof like a bone just a moment ago straightened up suddenly, a sharp cold light flashed in his light gray pupils, and he regained his careless listlessness: "Ah~~~~ The third Where is the team patrolling?"

"At the handover position with the [-]th squad in the northwest..." Aizan's vice-captain, who was on defense personally, quickly answered the captain's question who had been enjoying the cool by the side, but suddenly fell silent in the middle of the conversation.

At the same time, Pingzi, who felt something, turned his head to look at the long street in the northwest. A small black dot rapidly expanded on the light gray and light brown irises like a shooting star chasing the moon, and soon turned into a man in ragged clothes. The God of Reaper, who was bathed in blood and frightened, was the few veteran members of the Fifth Division who had joined the team since Hideaki Fukawa's time, and was also the fifth chief assistant of the Fifth Division, Queyan. —By the way, he is the god of death in charge of the third team.

"Captain, Captain Pingzi...it's not good...it's not good, cough cough..." Wuxi Queyan, who had five transparent holes in his chest and looked like a shower head at first glance, called out anxiously, a lot of people Because of the excitement, two lumps of morbid crimson appeared on the pale face that had lost blood, and he covered the wound on his chest that was bleeding deep into the lungs, and suddenly spewed out a big mouthful of blood.

"What happened? Queyan." Pingzi jumped down from the fence, and at the same time as his vice-captain approached the crumbling figure.

"Squad Ten...Team Ten...The captain of Team Ten is dead!" Queyan Wuxi had an expression of fear that was almost desperate, and his facial features distorted to the limit turned the deep-rooted fear into madness He gasped for breath, and made a voice that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, "Ha... ha... that one... that one... it's terrible... Captain Pingzi, run away!"

Hirako frowned slightly. He didn't feel the spiritual pressure of the captain of the [-]th squad during the battle, and he didn't notice the riots that would inevitably occur because of the captain's death. Yan Wuxi, a god of death who has been through battles for a long time, is also heartbroken and... Hirako waved his hand: "Souyousuke, go and inform the fourth team, the situation of Queyan cannot be delayed."

"Hay, Captain Hirako." Vice-captain Aizen lowered his head slightly, and then disappeared in an instant. The bright blue spiritual pressure that heals ghosts suddenly lights up, "Queyan, I have everything. Tell me, what happened to you?"

Queyan Wuxi, who was half leaning and half leaning on Pingzi's thin but unexpectedly firm chest, opened a pair of black and white eyes from the scarlet red, and it was obvious that this experienced god of death had calmed down from the initial panic. Muttering in a hissing voice, "team, captain, we have been following the prescribed route... Patrol, patrol, halfway... met, met Captain Matsushita of the [-]th division, we exchanged information, and then... and then ...Suddenly Kojuro, he...he..." Queyan Wuxi, whose situation had stabilized, twitched violently without warning, Hirako had to increase the strength of his arms to control the body that was about to slip out of his embrace, He asked anxiously, "Queyan, Queyan, are you all right! Are you all right!"

"Team, Captain." Struggle to squeeze out two words between teeth, Queyan raised his arm with difficulty, and slowly poked his blood-stained fingertips towards Pingzi's face, "I... I might die... ...Xiaojuro, he...he...is like..." The suddenly ferocious voice was wrapped in the arrogant laughter of the trickster, and suddenly exploded in Hirako's ears, and at the same time, the sharp nails that flashed coldly popped out of the distance Without warning, it stabbed Pingzi's left eye!

Crack—the dull sound of the collision of phalanx and wrist bone resounded in the air, and the slender eyelashes seemed to sweep across the sharp claws that were tightly grasped by the wrist with the blinking of the eyelids.Hirako squinted at Wuxi Queyan who was stunned in his arms with the corners of his mouth curled up and his chin raised, and the unflattering Kansai accent was extraordinarily cool, "Did Kojuro sneak up on Captain Matsushita just like you are doing now?"

Queyan Wuxi snorted coldly, swept away the weakness of the previous moment, and the other unshackled hand mercilessly inserted Pingzi's lower abdomen.

"...this thing has light and is divided into six, the 61 of guidance, the six sticks of light prison." A deep and slow singing voice came from the towering dripping eaves, and Lan Ran, who had gone and returned from the fifth team The light beam shot from the vice-captain's fingertips divided into six, and Queyan Goshi and Hirako Mako were bound together in a staggered cage.

Queyan Wuxi looked back and forth between Aizen's quiet and gentle smile and Pingzi's playful face, and suddenly smiled wryly: "You...you must have discovered it a long time ago. How did you find it?"

"The acting skills are too bad!" The slick Kansai dialect joked, and Hirako opened the corner of his mouth to reveal a neat row of excessive whale teeth.

"Captain!" After being molested by the boss again, Lan Ran's vice-captain was almost on the point of touching his forehead and sighing softly, "It's because of the blood."

"C'mon, Soyousuke, you've committed the habit of preaching again." Captain Pingzi, who was tied up like a golden rice dumpling by six sticks, mercilessly complained about his vice-captain, "According to your style, even Even the captain is about to become a mummy, how could he still be alive and well?"

"Isn't it the same for you yourself?" Vice-captain Lan Ran complained back with an expression of ==, and jumped off the wall to perform a set of ghost ways for Que Yan's fifth seat, three times left and three times right, and then untied Pingzi's body The six-stick light prison, "Captain Pingzi, what should I do?"

"Give it to Ms. Kiryu,... Queyan..." Pingzi's high-spirited Kansai dialect suddenly slowed down, and every word he uttered was worth more than a thousand gold, melancholy and sad, "...should not be there anymore Let's do it." - From a distance came the confused and noisy voices of members of the [-]th squad who noticed the captain's death.

"Captain..." Lan Ran's deputy captain looked at Ping Zisha's quiet side face, the clear, smooth and graceful lines were full of desolation after fading away the glitz.Then at the next moment, Aizan's deputy captain suddenly hugged the slender body that was within reach, and rushed forward in an instant.

boom--

A deafening roar came from the back of his head, and at the same time, there was a huge wave of air caused by the shock wave generated by the explosion. His body was lifted high uncontrollably, and then fell heavily. Aizen who was sticking to his back struggled to adjust his body posture, and changed from up to down the moment he landed, and the back that had endured the ruthless explosion was further injured by the powerful impact from the ground.

puff--

Warm, fishy and sweet blood gushed out of his mouth, and the warm, thick liquid gradually stained Pingzi's long golden hair and slender nape of the neck, and the gradually cold warmth slowly seeped into Pingzi's lapel collar along the gap in the placket.

Hirako, who was perfectly protected and unscathed, unconsciously grasped Aizen's palm covering his waist, and sighed in a low voice: "Souyousuke, are you dead?"

A weak but contented low laugh came from behind the neck, and Aizen's voice was hoarse and weak, as if it would disappear forever in the next second: "Captain Pingzi...it's okay...just..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Feeling the disappearance of the strength around his waist, Hirako pushed away the arms around his waist and turned over neatly, brushing his shoulders with one hand, and with the other hand, he took out the first-made version of the God of Destiny from Hikifune Kiryu.Feeling the shocking slippery coldness between his fingers, he lowered his head to stare at the gentle smile on Aizen's pale and weak face that never faded even in a coma, the dialing finger paused slightly, and then sighed softly: "What the hell are you guys doing?" What are you thinking? If I die...the Fifth Division will be yours, you idiot."—But,...I still have to wash my clothes!Soyousuke!