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

This so-called sleepover, the first night passed just like that.

Qiao Ran slightly opened his eyes.

This time, he slept extremely restlessly, and he always dreamed that there seemed to be something like a wild beast, encircling him from behind.

And when he fell to the ground, the wild beast came up and bit his neck.

At this time, Qiao Ran suddenly woke up.

But when he woke up... he found the flaxen-haired youth, leaning over his neck, gently biting his delicate Adam's apple...

Qiao Ran gasped, and finally knew the reason for those things in the dream.

"Press and cut Changgubu..." Qiao Ran pushed the flaxen-haired youth on his body again, and he finally realized clearly that they were different.

In the past, when he opened his eyes during the day, even if the Sword Fusangshen wanted to serve him and dress him, they would kneel and sit on the ground. How could it be like now that they are so wanton on his bed, making some intimate love with him? matter.

The flaxen-haired young man raised his head slightly, and kissed Qiao Ran's lips deeply again.

"My lord, this is a good morning kiss."

When his lips were parted, he said with a loving face, and gently scratched the tip of Qiao Ran's nose with his hand.

Qiao Ran had a cold face, and sat up. He was a relatively indifferent person, and he didn't care much about this aspect, so just treat it as being bitten by a dog, he thought so.

Hasebe looked at his little master's calm expression even though he was panting, and he knew that the little master didn't care much about the kiss at all. He sighed in his heart and took the shoes away with his usual expression. got up and said, "I will wear shoes for my lord."

Qiao Ran didn't want him to serve her, but Hasebe pressed the quilt forcefully and lifted the quilt, revealing Qiao Ran's bright white feet in the air.

It has to be said that every part of their little master's body is extraordinarily delicate... Even the feet are white and delicate as if they were covered in snow.

- it looks like...

Hasebe held the ankle with his hand, and even couldn't help but carefully covered the blue blood vessels on the ankle with his lips.

——Dead pervert...!

Qiao Ran looked at the young man with flaxen hair showing an almost idiotic expression, and when he kissed his feet, he couldn't help but turn dark.

"My lord, even your feet are fragrant."

Hasebe closed his eyes and kissed for a while, raised his head, and said contentedly.

"As long as you are happy." Qiao Ran said coldly.

He felt that if they continue to pervert like this... his character should be better cultivated.

The silver-haired boy had already given up pulling his feet out. He closed his eyes and said, "Hurry up and put on your shoes, I'm cold."

Hearing the little master said it was cold, Hasebe could only reluctantly put on the socks for the little master, then took out the pair of clogs from the ground, and put them on his feet carefully.

Just as Qiao Ran was about to get out of bed, Hasebe waved her hand and hugged her by the waist.

"What are you doing again? Hasebe!"

"My lord, there is one more thing I forgot to tell you."

Hasebe said with a slight smile, "We have already decided..."

"—From now on, on weekdays, we must carry the lord away."

"——When the lord gets used to us completely, he won't be able to leave us."

Qiao Ran's pupils shrank suddenly.

He subconsciously exerted force on his hand, and his fingertips even sank into the inner lining of the cut long valley. However, the troubled young man continued to hug Qiao Ran without feeling it, showing a conniving smile.

They pamper themselves,

They want to... drown themselves.

——To be precise, it's not drowning, it's a kind of... a prison net in the name of love, covering him forever.

Their purpose is,

Once Qiao Ran gets used to their meticulous care,

Then when Qiao Ran wanted to live alone...he couldn't live on!

Thinking of this possibility, Qiao Ran trembled slightly.

Even if he thought of this, there was no way to refuse them at all.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe is still steadily using spiritual power to instill in his body, keeping himself in a state of fatigue, and there is no way to push him away...

—What a...terrible life.

Qiao Ran closed his eyes weakly.

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"So, you signed a contract with the god judge, but you can't feel the god judge's position."

The crow-feather-haired boy sipped the tea in the cup lightly, then looked up, and in front of him was an anxious, unsettled god.

Little Karasuma frowned, put the cup on the table, and said coldly: "It's really a bad sitting posture... I have to say that the child's aesthetics are really bad... My father hasn't seen it on you yet." Even a little bright spot worthy of a contract."

Such a bright and disgusted tone made Yato's face turn red.

Yato gritted his teeth, and had to bow his head again under the eaves of others. He knew that he had something to ask from the government of the time.

And this fusangshen named Xiao Karasuma in front of him is the ancestor of swords and swords in the world, and has a pivotal position in the government of time.

He is not the supreme leader of the God Department of the Government of Time, but, in essence, he can be said to be the spiritual leader of all Token Fusangshen.

"That would be bad..."

Little Karasuma thoughtfully took out a fan made of black crow's feathers, and fanned it lightly. It seemed that the slight breeze could help him think about some things.

In a sense, the contract can make the bond between the contractor and the servant more closely, so that the servant can understand the general location of his contractor.

But judging from Yato's tone, he can't perceive the direction of the god judge at all now, which shows one thing...

That child was taken to a different dimension that was not a normal Honmaru, because even if the channel between Honmaru and reality was cut off, it would not be possible to be so hidden.

It is also impossible... to escape the perception of the contract.

"The disappearing Honmaru."

Karasuma slightly lowered his eyelashes, he had to connect this incident with the Honmaru change accident that happened a long time ago.

"In other words, they are all still alive...not all of them were killed by the knife, and there are still fish that slipped through the net, are there any left?"

"It's really interesting, as a father, I will definitely... clear them up."

Yato couldn't help listening to Karasuma talking to himself.

The man in the sportswear suddenly slapped the table with his fingers, and the loud noise startled the fusangshen nearby, and all of a sudden the swords were pulled out from the knives on his waist.

"So... in the end, is there a way to save the little devil?!"

"Don't get excited, the most urgent thing is to determine the child's location... However, this step is a bit difficult right now."

The crow-haired boy turned his head, but saw the empty neck of the god in front of him, suddenly thought of something, and asked with a smile: "Is the scarf on your neck still in that child's hand?"

Ye Dou was stunned for a moment before he realized that the scarf he had been wearing close to his body was still with Qiao Ran, and a feeling of surprise welled up in his heart.

"Can this...can help?"

A huge black feather flashed from the fingertips of Karasuma's right hand, and Karasuma asked Yato to drop a drop of blood on a charm, and then picked up the spell with his left hand.

"You can try it, maybe you can see... maybe you can't."

Yetou's eyes widened all of a sudden, those ice-blue pupils shone with a certain light of hope, which was particularly dazzling.

And when Karasuma gently blew the crow feather, the feather spread out and turned into a streak of black spiritual power in the air, and in that spiritual power, they saw... all of this , are slowly transformed into an image.

In that image, a cold-looking boy with silver-white hair was pressed down on the bed by Fu Sangshen with flaxen hair and kissed carefully.

His kiss stayed on the juvenile's ear, leaving wet traces.

And this scene made Yato stay in place for a while.

Karasuma also narrowed her eyes, and the fusangshen on the sidelines did not expect... such a scene would happen.

"It's really, really indecent..."

Utari Kanesada raised his sleeve slightly to cover his eyes and complained, if his flushed cheeks were ignored.

Yamabuchi Kunihiro blushed all of a sudden, he was originally a low self-esteem and sensitive fusangshen, so he could only tighten the cloak like a bed sheet, trying to cover his face, lightly He coughed lightly, but the roots of his ears were also slightly stained red.

…………

"Hasebe, let me go... bastard, uh, uh, uh..."

In the picture, the young man who was pressed and kissed seemed to be very angry, however, the watery light in his eyes seemed to be inviting the person he saw to possess him.

"My lord, I'm an asshole."

Hasebe gasped, and the flaxen-haired youth admitted his mistake with a good attitude, but kissed the tip of his nose again, "Please let the bastard do something else, my lord."

…………

Yato watched all this with a blank face, and he broke the teacup on the table all at once.

He snatched the talisman from Karasuma's left hand, and as the talisman came off, the scene instantly disappeared.

——I won't let them go... These gangsters are fusangshen!

Karasuma looked at Yato thoughtfully, and felt keenly that the evil spirit on this God of Misfortune had deepened.

He couldn't help reminding: "This is the government of the time, if you continue to degenerate, then the father will also wipe you out."

"Although you are not the sword to pay the mourning god, but the spiritual power of the father's sword will not stop there!"

After hearing this, Yato was silent for a while, and calmed down his emotions slightly. He looked at Karasuma and asked, "Excuse me...can you find their location?"

"It will take a few more days."

Karasuma touched the divine bird on his fingertips, and said softly, "Be safe and don't be impatient."

The man in the tracksuit closed his eyes and said, "I can't wait!"

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and ran out, ignoring the fusangshen present.

"What a rude little guy, no wonder he's just a misfortune."

Karasuma frowned, and motioned for Yamabuki Kunihiro to chase after him and bring him back.

"I really don't know what that kid... sees in him."

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In Honmaru's bedroom.

The silver-white-haired boy panted for his own breath, ignoring the servant who was pressing Hasebe, his eyes slightly looked at a place in the void, and he felt that someone seemed to have spied here just now.

Qiao Ran slightly bent her lips, and quickly recovered her expressionless face, but carefully hid Yato's scarf with the remaining spiritual power.

He turned over, with a blush still on his face, looking very cute.