The whole world wants to keep me in captivity [Comprehensive]

The night was dark, Qiao Ran's eyelashes were constantly trembling, and there was still a little sparkle on his face, and he fell asleep in the arms of the red-eyed boy.

Sensing the master's breath becoming calmer, California Qingguang sighed and felt relieved.

California Qingguang stretched out his hand, he used his hand, trying to wrap the master's slender hand.

The little master is very slender, but has slender limbs. Even the master's hands are slender and beautiful, like a work of art that has been carefully carved.

And California Qingguang's fingers are slightly shorter than Qiao Ran's. His hands are spread under Qiao Ran's hands. The bright red nail polish on the nails makes the master's hands pale and beautiful.

Looking at the night outside the window, California Qingguang knew that the little master had already passed the pain this time.

——But...how long can it last this time?

He knew that he had always been fighting against the god of death, his beloved little master.

California Qingguang lowered his head slightly, his original pair of very clear, agate-like eyes showed a little undercurrent.

He looked at the little master who was resting on his other hand.

Compared with the previous cold appearance, it may be because of the attack of the illness just now and the experience of being fed with vitality, Qiao Ran's face still has a blush that has not faded. In the night, it is like a piece of white jade stained with a little The red fat is heart-pounding.

The black-haired boy looked at it, bent down involuntarily, and rubbed the young master's soft face again. His hair color was pure black, while Qiao Ran's hair color was more silvery, but when the two colors When intertwined, they look surprisingly well proportioned.

"Master...Qing Guang, I must not let you go."

"Not even Death can take you away."

California Qingguang muttered to himself.

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California Qingguang covered the little master's chin with the quilt very carefully, and walked out of the hut gently, wanting his master to have a good rest.

The red-eyed boy walked to the courtyard, and he saw another silver-haired boy sitting quietly on the ground under the bright moonlight. He didn't know what he was thinking about with that normal face that was always soft. serious.

"Master... he should be fast asleep, right?"

Some gentle voices came, like the quiet beauty of the night, the young man in a gorgeous military uniform asked in the dark, he took a step forward, and the white moonlight shone on his face, making his entire face The face was dyed with a warm color.

"Ah."

California Qingguang nodded and asked, "What about them?"

The young man who looked extremely gentle smiled and said, "They went to the world to find some way to restrain the deterioration of the master's condition."

"I said, it's useless."

The little boy with snow-colored hair who was sitting on the ground turned cold and interrupted their conversation.He looked at the sky, although he looked innocent and ignorant of the world, but, as a sword with a long history, he was once displaced, fell into the deep sea during the Pacific War, and never saw the light of day. Hotaru has a calmness and maturity that is completely different from the appearance.

"It didn't work...I tried."

Hotaru's voice paused.

As Qiao Ran's first knife, Yingwan felt that he was the happiest person in the world when he met the little master, but as the master's illness became more and more serious day by day, this sense of happiness was shattered, and But Hotaru couldn't find any way to curb the deterioration of the disease - he couldn't even find out what disease the little master was suffering from.

——This kind of despair made Hotaru never want to experience it again.

So, in desperation, the swords came up with such a way——

——Use your own spiritual power, or the power of the deepest life to nourish Qiao Ran.

As Fusangshen transformed into swords, their origin of life is related to the laws of nature, and in a sense, they are indelible.

"But……"

The gentle man with short light blue hair suddenly looked a little excited. He said, "Is it necessary to use this method? Use this method...to continue the master's life?"

It was only recently awakened by Qiao Ran.

Although he felt that the master had always shown an indifferent attitude towards this kind of thing, he knew that if such behavior continued, it would have an irreversible impact on the master.

——When the human vitality in the master's body continues to decrease, replaced by Fusangshen's spiritual power filling his body... then the master will be assimilated bit by bit.

——Whether it’s a youkai or something else, it will become a curse-like existence.

—Master, would he like himself to be like this?If his beloved master survived because of this, but something unexpected happened...

"There is no other way, Brother Yiqi."

It was as if a piece of ice was twisted in the eyes of the snow-colored boy.

"Master can only live by this method."

"—And, in fact, in your heart, when you do such a thing to the master, you are very happy and very happy, aren't you?"

"That means... the bond with the master, more?"

for a moment...

The pupils of the young man with light blue hair shrank suddenly.

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--nonsense!

——It's all nonsense!

Those quagmire-like emotions in his mind kept churning, and a bit of panic and bewilderment appeared in his calm eyes.

——As if there was a soft voice bewitching his ears.

"Stop pretending, one strike at a time."

"Obviously deep down in your heart, you want to stain your clean little master more than other fusangshen."

"Because... you are the sword that was summoned last. Compared with their predecessors who have been with the little master for a long time, if you don't let your little master get used to your breath and get used to your spiritual power quickly, you still don't want to be killed." There is a possibility of being abandoned."

His heart was turbulent, but he regained his calm expression on the face.

"Honeymaru, what are you talking about?"

The young man with light blue hair smiled slightly, stroked the folds of his military uniform, turned and left.

"—I will always be loyal to my master, so I won't have any treasonous thoughts."

He seemed to be admonishing himself.

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After a while, Qiao Ran slowly opened his eyes.

He felt that the pain in his heart had weakened a bit, except that there was still a bit of lingering rhyme, the rest were almost healed.

Qiao Ran moved her fingers.

In the main hall, the window was not completely closed, and a faint light was still shining through, which also told Qiao Ran that it was already the morning of the next day.

Qiao Ran frowned, and had to sigh with emotion that California Qingguang's temperament was a bit vicious. Although he looked innocent and harmless, he still deliberately removed his fingers several times when Qiao Ran was at his weakest, not to put his life on the line. The power passed to Qiao Ran.

Unless... the little master took the initiative to show favor to him.

Qiao Ran sat up and leaned against the edge of the bed.

Qiao Ran has a skin that looks very cold and ascetic on weekdays. Perhaps because of his weakness, his complexion tends to be a kind of transparent white, and even his hair is silvery with winter luster. The whole person is like jade. The snow is so-so.

But his eyebrows and eyes are slender and slender. Once they are dyed a little bit of color, it will give people the feeling... It's like disturbing a pool of spring water.

——That is...the demon that leads people into the abyss of sin.

And now Qiao Ran, who experienced the torment of illness and the nourishment of life force the night before, exuded a kind of lazy and blurred beauty.

Coupled with his alienated expression, he even wants to be bullied so that he can't speak.

At least at this time, Yakiri Hasebe, who hurried back from the real world, felt his chest suffocate when he saw such a beautiful scenery.

——I really deserve to die... Obviously I shouldn't have some unreasonable thoughts about the lord, how can, how can I be fascinated by the lord... Can't move at all?

"Lord."

Relieved, Hasebe Kakiri walked in gently, knelt on the ground on one knee, and kissed his master's finger.

"I am back."

Perhaps it was Yingwan who bullied Qiao Ran so hard last night. Even for such a slight touch, Qiao Ran felt a numbness. He suppressed some weird emotions in his heart and asked softly, "Are you going to the world?" ?”

"Yes, my lord."

Feeling the cold hands of his little master, Yaki Hasebe immediately held him tightly with both hands, wanting to warm him up, and bowed his head in shame.

"My lord, I'm sorry... It's really useless for me to wait!"

The voice of the young man with flaxen hair was trembling, "This time...we still haven't found any way to alleviate the condition of the lord..."

"It's okay, Hasebe."

Qiao Ran wanted to pull out his right hand to appease Hasebu, but his hand was tightly held by the other party.

"Hasebe..."

The silver-haired boy sighed. His pupils were originally pure light-colored, giving the impression that he looked down on everything in the world.

"I didn't even think about how long I was going to live. In fact, I didn't care too much."

"So please don't be so worried—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a young man with short flaxen hair.

"My lord, what are you talking about?!"

In the handsome man's eyes, there was a bit of blood-colored mist.

"My lord, you said that you would be with us forever..."

The hand that pressed and cut Chang Gubu also used some force unconsciously, which even made Qiao Ran feel a little pain.

"If you die, then we will all fall in the dark and come down to accompany you together."

"—so... please don't talk such nonsense again, please."

"Please...my lord..."

"For us, no matter how hard it is, please try to live on."

He knelt on the ground, solemnly as if saying an oath.