[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"I'm sorry." Aizen's voice was deep and gloomy. I don't know if it was because of the earth-shattering mutations clamoring inside every cell. It was slippery and wet, like the sound of water resounding in the eardrums when one stepped on muddy water boots in the overwhelming summer rain.

Pingzi squinted his eyes, pulled away the upward arc and returned to cynical and unruly unruliness again. He didn't make any comments on Aizen's sudden apology, but turned around casually, leaving his undefended back in the opponent's On the soft and pale irises: "Get out of here right now, Ichimaru Gin."

"Yeah." Thumb caressed the tip of the gun that was about to move, and the silver-haired fox raised three cunning and paradoxical bends like its signature, "Unfortunately, I have a reason to stay."

"If it's for Bengyu, then there's no need to stay." He continued to maintain the standard posture where he couldn't look directly at him, as if he didn't realize how stupid the enemy is when he sells his back to the enemy facing the sword. 2 The lack of low-level mistakes, the frivolous and slippery Kansai accent rejected Ichimaru Fox's proposal to sell the captain side by side without hesitation.

There was no chance for Shira who had pulled out the fox's skin to appeal, and Hirako Justice Mako raised his eyebrows narrowly: "After all, at least so far, I haven't given Soyousuke's heart to anyone else. I mean~~~~~"

The moment the "?" on the head of the silver-haired fox becomes "!", the black lightning is like the forerunner of the torrential rain that is about to dominate the world in summer, across the sky, unscrupulously along the weakest gaps in the space that cannot be touched or sensed Spreading slowly, a scarlet bloody door loomed behind the cracks extending in all directions. Behind the slowly opened door protruded a white, beautiful and well-proportioned palm. It reflects the crystal clear warm light of suet white jade.It is a palm that can only be reminiscent of caressing Yaoqin leisurely at the first sight, elegant and freehand, if it is not so huge that it can easily turn the unsuspecting top three The captain of the squad took the words in his palm.

The huge palm was connected to a wrist as white as frost and slowly retracted the opened door. The huge scarlet door disappeared into the deep corridor with a little purple soft silvery white in the pile of snow-built jade.The torn space slowly closed above the light gray eyes, but it seemed to turn into a bit of silent darkness surrounded by cold and ruthless iron ash in the middle of the eyes.

"How long are you going to wear that disgusting look?" Pingzi turned his head lazily, the scarlet that once flowed enchantingly in the darkened pupils has calmed down to a frivolous and careless laziness, "Mirror flowers and water moons are used by you!" In this state, I can hear him crying bitterly, tortured by your poor taste, Aizen."

"As expected of Captain Hirako." Blue Ran's deep and sexy bass lightly brushed over the silk fingertips, and the moment the elegant and almost ambiguous tremors in the depths of his throat touched the sensitive nerve endings, the entire nervous system turned into a twitch I plucked the trembling strings under the dexterous fingertips, screamed and groaned and immersed myself in a sweet and almost illusory numbness, "But this is far beyond the scope of substitutes, right?"

Pingzi frowned slightly, and tilted his head. With this movement, his golden and silky hair cleverly isolated the sight of prying eyes. He was silent for a long time, and instead of answering Aizen's question, he used a mixed three-pointed expression. Puzzled but full of [-]% understanding, he said in a strange tone: "Are you... entering the estrus period? Aizen."

The crisp and pleasant sound of glassware shattering resounded in my ears, Aizen's bloated and twisted body was even more distorted than the fat piled up in No.90's slaughterhouse, and the body that couldn't be seen directly was torn apart, and the moment the spirit shattered was gorgeous A slender and tall figure gradually approached from the depths of the overwhelming fog in the gorgeous stream of light.

The dark brown waist-length hair is silky and soft, and the unique silky luster is slightly undulating in the curly and slightly curly hair. The tight clothing clearly outlines the shape of the shoulders, neck, hips, and waist. Legs, even with Mako Hirako's picky and harsh aesthetics, she has a good figure that cannot be criticized. The deep V neckline generously meets at the end of the sternum, revealing a delicate and beautiful collarbone and a large smooth and bulging chest with delicate texture. The deep marks in the center of the cross are still there, but the crescent jade in the center of the cross has disappeared.

Pingzi's eyes plowed inch by inch from the bottom up to Lan Ran's slender ankle bones, slender legs, and narrow waist. Concentrating on a pair of peaceful light brown eyes floating with false tenderness and illusions - that is one of the only two obvious changes in Aizen's body compared to the beginning of evolution, except for the disappearing Bengyu, the dark The last trace of bewilderment faded from the deep, unidentified eyes, and the unique transparency and sharpness of the Pingzi family was like a sharp sword unsheathed against the sun: "There seems to be a subtle deviation in the direction of evolution, although I already know the reason for this deviation, but I have to say that I am still a little surprised that you would give up the original method, Aizen."

There are no protracted endings, no slick upswings, no playful ridicules, neat setbacks between words, and decisive transitions between sounds all show that the owner of the voice has not poured any emotion into the blurted words. will.

Aizen smiled faintly, the narrow and sharp corners of his eyes hooked up with his throbbing heart, "I don't think this result is completely beyond your expectations, Captain Hirako."

Pingzi twitched his eyebrows, and responded to the villain BOSS's affectionate style with the calm indifference deep in his eyes, and then the coldness in his eyes suddenly disintegrated, and a self-deprecating and self-deprecating smile slowly emerged from the exaggerated corners of his mouth: "You really feel it!" , Aizen."

"Of course I felt it, Captain Hirako." Aizen's light brown eyes were gentle and focused, and his gentle and elegant bass spared no effort to please the discerning auditory nerves of the blonde mask, "That time when I was almost swallowed by the collapsed jade , Captain Hirako who answered my call and dragged me away from despair is not a figment of imagination...but the real you."