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

Yato suddenly opened his eyes wide, and he seemed to be rushed to the edge by an invisible force.

On the top of the entire snow-capped mountain, all the vegetation was scattered by the blowing, and the color of the deep mountain, which had a little aura, was only left with a bit of bleakness and withered decadence.

Yato worked hard to stabilize his figure, stepped on the ground with his right foot, summoned the sound of the artifact, and inserted it straight into the ground.

"Little ghost... You said yes, you will be my follower..."

Yato's dark blue hair was blown messily by the wind, he could only watch as Qiao Ran's body was tightly covered by Hasebe, and the figures of the Token Fusangshen were also like that. It's going to dissipate.

Before they all left, Hotaru raised her eyes slightly, and a malicious smile appeared on that innocent face like an angel.

His lips opened and closed, as if talking about something.

Yato saw it, it was...

——I'm sorry, you still can't compete with us...

- half-baked, gods.

"No, no, no..."

Yato's eyes also turned red in an instant, no longer the clear ice blue before, that face that was always laughing, was finally stained with a look of despair that seemed to be in pain.

"It's not true... Smelly brat... You promised me, you promised to be my only believer."

Under the frantic wind, Yeto clenched his teeth, he struggled, he finally broke free from the shackles of the spiritual power a second before the fusangshens completely dissipated, and in an instant, Yeto smashed the artifact He smashed hard on the ball of light, and what responded to him... was already on the verge of nothingness.

Yato's hand passed through the light and shadow all of a sudden, and he fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

At this moment, he could no longer take care of himself in a mess.

Yeto raised his head. Not long ago, he was still under the cherry tree, and tied his scarf around Qiao Ran's neck...

Just under this fireworks tree,

He also held Qiao Ran's hand affectionately...

Persuading Qiao Ran to stay away from the cages of those fusang gods.

Now the cherry blossom trees... are completely withered.

Perhaps out of jealousy, those Sword Fusangshen deliberately used huge spiritual power to shake all the petals on the cherry blossom trees to the ground. The cherry blossom trees that were originally full of vitality are now on the branches. It has become a large area of ​​bareness, full of decadence.

—No more, no more . . . everything is gone.

Suddenly, Yato curled up on the ground, and he suddenly remembered what happened a long time ago.

It was during the Warring States period. At that time, he was still a small god like he is now. It was a sharp blade without any thoughts of his own, a sharp blade born in the hands of his father and entrusted by his father, doing the world's most powerful sword. A dreadful and most brutal deed.

What he can't forget is... when he wanted to break free from his father's shackles and stop doing such things, the man said with a sullen face...

——What do you think you are?

——Your real name is in my hands, and you are just a weapon for me to achieve a great cause. If you are disobedient, the end will just be destroyed!

——Weapons, as long as they have the duty of a weapon, it’s fine to have a real soul and own emotions...it’s simply ridiculous!

——Night divination!

…………

"Is it ridiculous..."

Ye Dou murmured, he seems to have lost his soul now.

Yato put his hands on his eyes, and he began to cry uncontrollably, the tears immediately filled his palms, and kept falling down.

In the blur of his vision, he seemed to see that handsome silver-haired boy with his scarf still on his neck.

Under the rain of cherry blossoms, he smiled slightly at Yato.

"Yato, stop lying on the ground, get up quickly, the ground is cold."

The boy's voice was still faint, but Yato heard the warmth that made him cry.

——That's right...it's cold on the ground...I have to get up quickly, otherwise, otherwise, the brat will be worried.

Yato staggered to his feet while crying.

just,

mountains and rivers fall,

withered vegetation,

Everything has been... everything is different.

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Hasebe was holding Qiao Ran as if he was holding his own treasure.

Yaki Hasebe was squatting on the ground. At this time, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, who had a good relationship with Yaki Hasebe, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said: "Hasebe, you can put down the master now. Back to Honmaru... Master will never leave us again."

"No... I have to hold the lord all the time like this, so that I can feel at ease."

Yaki Hasebe didn't look up at the candlestick Kiri Guangzhong, he hugged Qiao Ran's shoulders with both hands, and the silver-haired boy had already lost consciousness when he was embraced by the Dao Dao youth at the beginning, and he closed his eyes , the originally cold facial features looked hazy and soft under the moonlight.

Hasebe raised his head slightly and looked at the boy's face.

——This is the face of the lord... This is his favorite... The face of the lord...

Hasebe watched and watched, his eyes softened a little, he was no longer as emotionally unstable as before, although there was still a scarlet look in his pupils, but his face had calmed down a little, trembling He put his hand on Qiao Ran's delicate cheek and stroked it lightly.

Every time he touched the lord's cheek, there was always a kind of worry... He always felt that even the slightest touch would hurt the lord.

Yizhen clenched his fists, he was already dissatisfied with Yakiri Hasebe's act of hugging his little master so tightly, but now he saw this flaxen-haired young man tremblingly kissing Joe carefully with his lips When I looked into Ran's eyes, there was already a bit of killing intent in my heart.

At this moment, Candlestick Cut Mitsutada patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down a little.

"The general is back... the general is back!"

Five Tigers Tui Heping Noto Shiro ran over first, and some short knives behind him also rushed over.

The little knives were the most excited about the kidnapping of Qiao Ran, but because of the need for someone to guard Honmaru in response to the return of the master, and the consideration of the attack power of the knives, they were persuaded by their elder brother Yiqi, and stayed in the Honmaru.

Hasebe took a deep breath. He watched the figures of these short knives running over, and slowly stood up, but still hugged Qiao Ran tightly with both hands.

At this moment, a soft little hand touched Hasebe Yaki lightly. Hasebe Yaki looked up and found the young boy with green eyes tilting his head, and said softly: "Dian Yaki, Let Hotaru tell the master about cutting off the Honmaru channel later..."

"After all, Hotaru is the master's initial sword."

Yaki Hasebe nodded silently at this moment, no longer arguing with the green-eyed young man and only thinking about the lord... the image of a loyal retainer.

The smile on Hotaru's mouth deepened slightly.

——That’s right, that’s how it is.

——Kekakiden obviously has thoughts similar to ours, and always restrains himself so much... What's the point?It should be like us, falling into the abyss of eternal doom together.

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"Master, are you awake?"

Hotaru stretched out her delicate hand, and gently pressed Qiao Ran's temple to relieve the little master's dizziness.

The silver-haired boy slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the soft face with an extremely bright smile, he frowned and asked, "Hoarumaru, what do you mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything, Master."

Hotaru blinked innocently, then put the hand down and placed it in Qiao Ran's palm.

"Master, I just don't want you to be confused by other people."

Hotaru said softly, he crouched down on the bed like a small animal, and rubbed Qiao Ran's palm.

"The way that Yato looks at you is really disgusting. Hotaru feels so uncomfortable..."

"And, do you know, master. Hotaru discovered that Yato is not one of the eight hundred gods at all..."

"——he is...the God of Misfortune."

The author has something to say:

Yato: ... heartache 〒_〒

The next thing is to pay the mourning gods to make love to Ran Ran╭(°A°`)╮A moment of silence for Ran Ran