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

Of all Token Fusangshin in Honmaru, Tokiri Mitsutada is in charge of the chef.

In the huge kitchen, the sound of kitchen knives being waved orderly on the cutting board could be heard clearly.

Cooking, for a man wielding a kitchen knife, is like creating art.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's character is relatively meticulous, and even said that he is a bit of a mother-in-law, so some swords also like to call him "Mama-san".

He enjoys the process of cooking for his master, his expression is extremely serious and meticulous, and he doesn't feel any sense of disobedience in doing this by himself.

As the sword Fusangshen, in addition to going to battle to kill the enemy, he must also handle everything carefully internally, including...

——Including cooking carefully for your own little master to satisfy the little master's desire for tongue and tongue.

He put the radish on the chopping board, put his left hand on the tail, and held the handle of the kitchen knife with his right. His movements were fast and steady, appearing extremely sharp.

Originally, such a very handsome man, wearing a pink apron embroidered with little rabbits, seemed to have a sense of contrast that made people feel ridiculous.

However, Qiao Ran, who was watching from the side, couldn't laugh at all. He sat on the wooden table beside him expressionlessly, watching the candlestick Qie Guangzhong gently throw the already cut ingredients into the casserole. middle.

"Master... are you hungry?"

Asked by the handsome man wearing blindfolds, Qiao Ran gave a "hmm" indifferently, full of perfunctory feeling.

"It should be hungry, after all... Hasebe has been tossing for a long time in the morning."

When he said this, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong's uncovered one eye let out a stream of light, and then disappeared again.

He showed his usual, mature manly smile.

Candlestick cut Guangzhong put the minced green onion in a somewhat boiling casserole.

"I was delayed for so long in the morning, and I didn't serve the master to dress properly. Hasebu really didn't do his duty."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong put the lid on the pot again, and looked back.

His beloved little master was sitting on the wooden table, his face was cold, his pale lips were now abnormally red, and there seemed to be some traces of wear.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's eyes darkened, and he said, "Hasebe...that's really rude."

The man wearing the blindfold dipped the spoon into the soup again.

With his slender fingers, he took a sip, showing an aftertaste expression: "This soup is very fragrant, the master should like it."

Qiao Ran had a cold face at the side, he didn't care about the aroma wafting from the soup, he just rested his chin indifferently, thinking about things by himself.

Ever since those Sword Fusangshen said they want to deepen their connection with him, Qiao Ran rarely stays in his own pill, except when sleeping at night, there are different swords "sleeping", during the day He was taken to various places in Honmaru by the Fusangshen to see the Fusangshen doing things.

Whether it's the internal work of planting flowers and plants, or cooking lunch for Qiao Ran with a candlestick like the one now, Qiao Ran, as their most beloved little master, must be present.

Qiao Ran sighed. In fact, he did not understand these activities of the Sword Fusangshen before. From this aspect, the company he gave them seemed unqualified...

——As a god judge, Qiao Ran has always kept a close distance from the mourning gods, and this sense of distance has deepened the fear and anxiety in the mourning gods.

But now, these fusangshen often do some intimate things with Qiao Ran when they bring him over, such as...

Candlestick Kiri Guangzhong put the soup aside. Although he had a mature and handsome face, he seemed very warm when doing this kind of more detailed housework.

He carefully took out a clean towel, wiped his hands, and then walked behind Qiao Ran, hugged his little master from behind, gently whispered in Qiao Ran's ear, exhaled, and said with a smile : "Little master, have you been waiting for a long time... Have you become addicted to this fragrance?"

"No, I think it's the same to eat anything."

Qiao Ran said lightly.

"Why are they all the same?"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong said, wrapped Qiao Ran's hand with the palm of his hand, and said dotingly, "People have seven emotions and six desires. The desire for tongue plays a very important role in it."

"The little master prefers to eat light food, and doesn't like slightly astringent and slightly bitter food. I already know this." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong smiled and scratched the tip of Qiao Ran's nose, "But although the taste of white radish is not It’s so good, it doesn’t suit the little master’s taste, but it has high nutritional value.”

"The master can't stop eating just because he is playing petty temper."

"What's more..." His voice was slightly lowered, and his words were filled with a kind of drowning affection, which made people's hair stand on end.

"—Master as my judge,

I will present the best delicacy in the world...to the master,

So master, please don't refuse. "

Qiao Ran frowned, wanting to avoid it, let Candlestick Qie Guangzhong's breath stay away from him, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong smiled lowly, still filled a bowl of soup, and put it in front of the master like coaxing.

Qiao Ran will not make trouble with his body, he is already weak, if he goes on a hunger strike in anger, it will only cause great harm to his body.He took the bowl and took a few mouthfuls of soup casually.

The soup was just cooked, and it was still a little hot, but Qiao Ran didn't care too much, he felt a little tired inside, and he just wanted to finish drinking it early and go back early.

"Master, don't be so anxious."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong sighed softly, the one-eyed handsome man put the bowl in his hand on the table, he looked at Qiao Ran's cold eyes, stretched out his right hand, and placed it on Qiao Ran's chin, his The movement was gentle, but she could not refuse to part Qiao Ran's closed lips.

He leaned closer to Qiao Ran, looking at the slightly hot tip of his tongue, a look of distress flashed in his eyes.

"The master is not a child anymore, and he was still so careless when he ate the soup, it burned him."

The man said in such a tone as if he was a child.

Qiao Ran shrank back, trying to avoid the candlestick cut Guangzhong's hand, but the man in the apron squatted on the ground, blowing gently on the tip of Qiao Ran's tongue.

The silver-haired boy frowned, trying to break away from Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's hand, he tightly closed his lips, Candlekekie Guangzhong smiled softly, opened the little master's mouth with spiritual power, and carefully pointed his right fingertips. reached in.

"Don't be nervous, little master...don't be nervous, I won't hurt you, I just want to confirm the burn on the tip of your tongue."

"Master... If you don't handle it well, it will hurt."

However, when Candlestick Cut Guangzhong's somewhat rough fingers touched the extremely soft tip of his tongue, he felt that the tender meat on the tip of the little master's tongue was flexibly pushing him away.

It was like...a dreamlike touch.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada's eyes became deeper and deeper.

At the beginning, he did have the idea of ​​using the spiritual power on his fingertips to soothe the little master's wounds, but when he felt how tender the soft flesh on the tip of the little master's tongue was, he became a little wishful thinking. He reluctantly pulled his hand away.

The fingertips entangled with the young master's tender tongue,

In some charming fancy of his,

as if...

Instead of what you really want to enter.

"Uh, uh..."

Qiao Ran's red lips trembled uncontrollably, as the candlestick cut Guangzhong's fingers and stirred them gently, the silver-like saliva kept slipping out.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong used the other finger to wipe the body fluid that slipped out of the young master's lips uncontrollably.

After a long time, he gently took out the finger that was raging in the mouth of the little master.

"That's right...Little master, the soup hasn't been finished yet, if you don't drink it, it will be cold."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong knew that Qiao Ran was obsessed with cleanliness, so he took out a brand new and clean towel, wiped Qiao Ran's lips and his own hands again, stroked Qiao Ran's cheek, and said softly.

Qiao Ran was panting, the wound on her lips that had been cut and cut by Hasebe for a long time in the morning, compared with the ivory-like complexion beside her, there was a hint of pink.

The wound, after being taken care of by Candlestick Cut Guangzhong, was originally light pink tender flesh, slightly reddened...

It looks like a gorgeous flower.

——You know, the more mature and handsome a man looks on the surface, in fact, he has more small thoughts in his heart.

"The soup is cold, so it's a pity to waste it like this."

As he said that, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong took the remaining little soup into his lips in one gulp, and fed it into Qiao Ran's mouth by kissing.

"Uh, uh, uh..."

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In a study of the Japan Branch of the Toki Government, Karasuma was teasing the divine bird on his fingertips.

The divine bird's wings moved.

The black crow-like divine bird has fed on hundred-year-old spirit fruits since childhood. It looks slender and handsome, but actually hides a lot of soft flesh. The plump feathers feel very good, and it is very popular with Karasuma.

But this time, Karasuma was thinking about something, so the force in his hand was a bit heavier, causing the feathers on its bird's crown to explode a little. It pecked at the boy's fingertips and let out a cooing sound. Like complaining.

"Are you worried about that child too? It's really interesting."

With a movement of Karasuma's finger, he pointed in one direction, and the bird flew forward as if following his will. It flew to the high shelf made of thousand-year-old wood, and brought an ink pen in its mouth. .

Karasuma touched its crown and feathers rewardingly, and held up the ink pen with spiritual power. It circled something in the air, and all of a sudden, faint ripples emerged.

"Finally...it's here again."

Karasuma muttered to himself.

In the picture, a handsome and mature man coaxed a boy with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and let the boy sit on his lap. He took a sip of the soup, and the bottomless bowl was still a little steamy.

The man in the picture was stuck between the boy's lips and tongue again.

At first, the handsome young man seemed to be bound by something, unable to struggle, but as time passed, he slowly broke free from the man's restraint, and patted the man's face with his hands.

All of a sudden, a few drops of soup spilled on the boy's neckline.

He was panting lightly, and his frail but cold eyes showed a kind of lovable gesture.

Karasuma watched all this from the other side of the screen, and her fingertips moved slightly.

"The little master is really disobedient."

The one-eyed man wearing a blindfold in the picture smiled, and he didn't seem to mind. He leaned forward and licked the spilled soup on the boy's neckline with the tip of his tongue.

"Did someone change?"

Karasuma narrowed her eyes slightly.

"It's no longer the Kikiri Hasebe I saw before, this time the man is Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada..."

In the study of the Government of Time, the crow-feather-haired boy frowned lightly with his black-colored brows, his brain was still so rational, it was just instinctive, but his body carried an indescribable malicious.

——For some reason, seeing that child's pitiful posture, as a father... I actually want to bully him a little bit.

The eyes of the silver-white-haired boy glistened with water, and he let out a small whimper, and this image remained in Karasuma's mind for a long time.

——Are you going to be bewitched by him as a father... What a dangerous child.

As Karasuma thought so, her thin lips suddenly curved into a beautiful arc.

He picked up the materials that Yamabuki Kirihiro had sorted out from the table, and he found that the sword information recorded in the disappearing Honmaru had the names of Yakiri Hasebe and Candekiri Mitsutada impressively.

"It seems that it is indeed... It is the same as the father's guess..."

"In other words, are you bound by those delisted swords?"

The crow-haired boy slightly lowered his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the flashing image disappeared again.

"It's really... nerve-wracking."

…………

Although the time government has a lot of authority, in the early stage of each honmaru, when each knife was just summoned by the god judge, their identity information and a small part of their spiritual power were reproduced and saved in the government's information in the processor.

One is to protect the safety of the Sword Fusangshen, and the other is to grasp the information of the Sword Fusangshen in a timely manner.

——When there is a sign of dark fall, deal with it.

…………

Karasuma looked through the information again, and found that the only Odachi in that Honmaru was Hotaru.

In the record, the green-eyed young boy is holding a huge big sword, and his curly silver hair is slightly raised. His appearance looks cute and cute, and he seems to be no different from other swords in the Honmaru.

"During the second position rehearsal, the exact coordinates were still not deduced... I never thought that that kid, Hotaru, would be able to do this."

"——completely cut off the remaining channels and connections, including the one buried in the dark."

Little Karasuma was talking to himself, and the document was dropped on the table by the black crow boy, shaking it to pieces.

Being put together by such a junior, Karasuma's current behavior showed the ancestor of the sword like a boy. At this moment, there was a rare restlessness and displeasure in his heart.

"As a father, I'm really angry."

Karasuma tapped her feet and walked to the window.

In Karasuma's mind, the scene of the child being bullied by Candekiri Mitsutada reappeared again, and the corners of the child's eyes seemed to still have a little bit of water flashing because of his annoyance and refusal.

For some reason, the black crow-like boy felt a little parched for a moment.

As the ancestor of swords and swords in the world, he has wandered alone for hundreds of years. He has been sober and ascetic for so many years, and he has always maintained a posture of wanting nothing...

But today, suddenly, a... Judging by the age of a human being, he should be a child who has just grown up, and his heart was touched.

Obviously, I should feel pity for him,

It should be to save him,

but……

Karasuma,

Suddenly a little inexplicably envious,

Those swords that do whatever they want are for the gods.

He felt... like a silent voyeur.

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When Candlestick Qie Guangzhong left the kitchen with Qiao Ran in his arms again, he saw that Yiqi Yizhen had taken off his gorgeous military uniform and was waiting outside the kitchen.

"I thought, after waiting for so long, Candlestick Qiedian almost blew up the kitchen again."

In the first phase, he teased sarcastically, those handsome eyebrows and eyes were somewhat cold.

The young man with light blue hair was only wearing a tracksuit, with a towel hanging around his neck, and the short knives behind him also changed into casual clothes, looking like a group of ordinary junior high school students.

"Hmph." Candlestick Qie Guangzhong glanced at him, didn't pay much attention, but kissed Qiao Ran's forehead affectionately.

Seeing this, Yizhen put his right hand on his left shoulder in accordance with the etiquette, and nodded slightly: "Let me take the master to watch us perform the Hata Dang Fan next."

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong narrowed his right eye, feeling a bit unwilling in his heart, but still placed Qiao Ran carefully in Yiqi Yizhen's arms.

Qiao Ran just watched their behavior indifferently.

"Be careful, don't let the coulter hurt the master."

Candlestick cut Guangzhong reminded.

"No, I am the most careful when facing the master."

Yizhen smiled slightly, looking at Qiao Ran's indifferent face, his eyes softened slightly, but when he saw Qiao Ran's worn lips, his eyes became slightly sharper.

"Candlestick cutting the palace, you actually scratched the master's mouth, it's really disrespectful!"

"Oh, I really didn't do this."

Rubbing his black hair, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada showed a somewhat helpless smile, "I just fed the master a little soup just now. It was Hasebe who broke the master's mouth with a kiss."

After Yiqi Yizhen heard this sentence, his pupils shrank.

——Keki Hasebe... Would he actually do such a thing after he freed himself from the shackles in his heart?

Thinking so in his mind, he couldn't help but sneered at the flaxen-haired young man who had always shown a loyal face, but he still hugged his little master gently and forcefully, and walked carefully to the field among.

"Master, Hata Tonban is an indispensable activity in Honmaru. We can use Hata Tonban to carry out some sowing. Because the land activity of Honmaru is very high, the output rate of rice and some vegetables is very high. "

The voice of each issue was explained gently, very patiently.

"Master, master... Tui also knows a little bit about what Brother I will talk about next, let Tui talk about it..."

Wearing a tracksuit, the five tigers retreated, and their voice was still so shy. The little tiger curled up in a ball on his head, biting its own tail.

Yizheng nodded with a smile in the first phase, and the five tigers retreated and said in a soft voice: "Under normal circumstances... when we are working in the field, it is very possible, very likely, to increase a little bit of vitality and detection. force."

With so many things that happened yesterday, Honmaru's dagger did not do anything out of the ordinary, but Qiao Ran naturally guessed that they also acquiesced in the actions of those Taidao, and they were not completely innocent.

Therefore, in Qiao Ran's mind, at least the short sword Fusangshen are better than those who fight the sword.

Facing Wu Hutui's shy face, Qiao Ran's expression was no longer so cold, he reacted a little bit, nodded, and said, "Well, I see."

And when he heard Qiao Ran's words, Wu Hutui was overjoyed all of a sudden, as if he was being encouraged, he babbled on and on, and he was much more fluent than he hemmed and hawed at the beginning.

The other short knives pushed the five tigers back, indicating that they would also help the master explain.

"It's too much to withdraw the sauce. It's time for us to talk about things while hugging the master all day."

"Yes, master, I can also explain it to you."

"General, please trust our explanation."

Amidst the twittering of a bunch of short knives, Yiqi raised his hand slightly, ending their quarrel.

Said in a low voice:

"We'll be in the field soon, brothers, it's time to prepare for some activities and start working."

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In the field, the short knives had already started working. After a while, Fu Sangshen with long orange hair pouted, stretched his body intentionally within Qiao Ran's line of sight, and made his body slender. The curve is displayed.

He complained like a baby: "Oh, my hands will get blisters if I do this kind of thing."

"Actually, it's not bad to do farm work once in a while!"

Atsuto Shiro waved his right hand vigorously, raised his eyebrows, and looked full of energy.

"I, I also think I have the talent to do farm work."

Five Tigers retreated the little tiger from its head, took it out with both hands, and carefully placed it on the ground. Seeing the little tiger jumping and kicking on the ground, splashing mud all over, he was playing with the little tiger, shy He glanced in Qiao Ran's direction.

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It's a pity that Qiao Ran didn't pay attention to them.

Their most beloved master, sitting on the stone steps aside, although the Fusangshen asked Qiao Ran to follow a Fusangshen anytime, anywhere, every moment to cultivate feelings and strengthen the connection between Qiao Ran and them, However, Yiqi Yizhen was reluctant to let his master plow under the sun.

Such a delicate and delicate master... how can he work in the fields like this?

Qiao Ran sat on the side, feeling a little restless in his heart. He was thinking that the person spying on him at that time should be Yeto who signed a contract with him, because it felt that part of the spiritual power was in Yetou's body. Yes, as for the other one, he also felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

He has thought of several ways to leave this maru, one of which is to get in touch with Yato and the others, but it is not the main way.

Qiao Ran is a relatively self-reliant person in essence, but in fact, he doesn't really believe in the help of others other than himself.

Therefore,

He had planned for the worst,

That is, to tear up the contract...

- Daojie, Fusangshen.

However, the pictures of warmth in the past still surfaced in front of my eyes.

——Could it be that you really want to do that?

He pursed his lips and was still thinking, but he heard a slightly sweet voice from his ear.

"Master, the messy clothes are all wet with sweat... the messy fingers are going to be blistered."

"I want to take off my clothes and change into a clean one, master."

Those breaths sprayed around his ears, and his long hair hung down Qiao Ran's neck.

He heard a chuckle.

Qiao Ran made a blank face and ignored him. Wuhu Tui, who was wearing gloves and holding a coulter, saw Rando Shiro lazily approaching his master, and whispered, "No, don't do this, don't pester him like this. Master... Our bodies are all wet now, and there is still a little smell, don't get close to the master, it will, it will make the master dirty."

Hirano Toshiro, who looked very calm in the dagger with a curly cut, also frowned and reprimanded: "The distance is too close to the master, it's messy."

In the first phase, Yizhen wiped the sweat from his forehead, and made the younger brothers who were still chattering around the master quiet down, the young man with light blue hair showed a helpless smile: "Sorry, master, the younger brothers have disturbed you again. gone."

Qiao Ran glanced at Yiqi with those beautiful eyes, and the phrase "loyalty and love" that Yiqi said before was still lingering in his heart, which made him feel a little shy.

So for some reason, he frowned, and said lightly: "Don't disturb... Compared to seeing you, I think it's happier to let the daggers talk in my ear."

"Really? General!"

A young man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and bronze skin heard the news, his face was slightly red, and he was full of energy. He clenched his fists and said, "Okay! Next, I will work harder to make the general happy."

There is a bit of undercurrent hidden in the wave of eyes that fluctuates.

He knew that Qiao Ran was deliberately provoking him.

However, Yiqi Yizhen turned around calmly, and after resting for a while, let the younger brothers continue to work.

Qiao Ran raised an eyebrow.

He intuited that something was wrong.

When Hata Dangfan was over, Yiqi Yizhen let the daggers go back first, and the dagger Fusangshen were naturally unwilling, but after seeing the eyes of Yiqi brother, suddenly a little dark and terrible, they could only take one step at a time. turned around and left.

"Phase I Hall...you!"

Qiao Ran sensed something was wrong, he moved his fingers slightly, and at this moment Yiqi Yizhen walked in front of him step by step and knelt on the ground.

"I've been thinking about one thing, Master."

The young man with light blue hair said with a puzzled face, "I've been thinking... I was the last sword summoned."

"So, the master always feels a little more alienated from me."

"So, what should I do so that the master treats me the same way he treats Hotaru and Yakiri Hasebe?"

As he said this, he put Qiao Ran's hand on the side of his cheek and spoke softly.

He was originally an extremely handsome fusangshen, and his gentle but personable temperament, like a nobleman left behind, added a bit of charm to him that other fusangshen did not have.

However, Qiao Ran will not be confused by these appearances. He still can't forget the day he was knocked unconscious by them and brought him to Honmaru. The one who said the words to himself that made his hair stand on end...

Qiao Ran wanted to pull his hand out, but Yi Qi Yi Zhen's strength increased a little bit. He held Qiao Ran's wrist, making Qiao Ran's hand stick tightly to Yi Qi Yi Zhen's cheek.

Yiqi Yizhen suddenly turned his head, and kept kissing Qiao Ran's palm with his lips, from the root of the palm, along the palm lines, to the fingertips, as if wanting to lick Qiao Ran's entire hand Lick it again.

"In the first phase of the palace, I just rubbed the mud with my hands." Qiao Ran said coldly.

Yiqi Yizhen kissed Qiao Ran's fingertips, then opened his eyes again, and there was a passionate smile in those watery eyes.

He smiled and said, "As long as it's done by the master, I don't mind."

"However..." Yiqi Yizhen suddenly showed an expression eager to try, but his voice was still so gentle and polite, he said, "Since the master is so naughty and wants to experience a different taste, then I will satisfy the master's request." Wish."

"Actually, I still don't want the master to touch the mud. I know the master is a bit of a clean freak, but, as a loyal Fusangshen, the first thing to bear the brunt of course is to satisfy all the wishes of the master."

"Including some small capriciousness of the master's sudden naughtiness."

"Are you right? Master."

The voice of Yiqi Yizheng was very soft, but suddenly, he hugged Qiao Ran's body, and pushed the little master down on the ground without any resistance.

"What are you doing? One issue, one strike!"

After Qiao Ran felt the world spinning for a while, he lay down in the mud. The mud was not very wet, so his clothes were not completely yellowed except for a few dusty mud clods. It was stained with brown, but Qiao Ran still frowned.

Yiqi Yizhen looked at the silver-haired boy under him, his snow-like hair was also stained with a little dust, he couldn't help smiling, put his hands beside Qiao Ran's body, and moved closer to Qiao Ran.

That was an extremely oppressive move.

"I've wanted to embody it for a long time. What kind of wonderful experience would it be for the little master who made me clean to be dirty by me?"

Yiqi Yixin's smile was still so gentle, but with a bit of black air.

"Then I can only say that your behavior is boring."

Under Yiqi Yizhen, Qiao Ran said coldly.

He was about to get up, but Yiji Yizhen pressed him down again with a hand with white gloves, and instilled spiritual power, making Qiao Ran lie on the ground defenselessly like this.

Seeing his master with satisfaction, Yiqi stared wide-eyed.

He knew that Qiao Ran lied to him by saying that he was playing with mud on his hands, because he knew that his little master paid great attention to personal hygiene.

——It's just... the little master has blown his hair, he's as cute as a cat.

In the first phase, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he clenched his right hand into a fist as if suddenly realizing it, and slapped it on the palm of his left hand.

"The master is angry... Then, let me guess... why the master is angry?"

Yiqi Yizhen pretended to think for a while, and clearly took off his gorgeous military uniform jacket, and left it on the side, regardless of the dirt that would stain the jacket.

Yiqi Yizhen was wearing a white shirt inside, which was really spotless: "I see, master."

"The reason why the master is angry is because the master thinks that the master can't be the only one who gets dirty, right?"

Yiqi Yizhen touched Qiao Ran's cheek with his cold fingertips, and suddenly held Qiao Ran's wrist, causing Qiao Ran's weak hand to grab some mud and stroke it on Yiqi Yizhen's snow-white shirt. : "Then let the master dirty me too."

All of a sudden, the snow-like shirt was stained by mud.

Qiao Ran looked at all this feebly, he could only feel his right hand, controlled by the young man in front of him, flicking towards the shirt on his chest.

He was a little excited in the first phase, and due to the violent fluctuations in his emotions, there were traces of sweat on the large shirts on his chest.

The thin shirt also became a little transparent.

The young man with light blue hair, his soft hair was also tightly attached to his forehead, and his originally handsome and moist eyes were also dyed with an emotional color.

——The little master's fingertips... are stroking themselves.

"That's it, master, please dirty me hard."

As he spoke, he kissed Qiao Ran's eyes with his lips.

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"Brother Phase One..."

One of the five tigers retreated with a small knife, and he went back and forth, but was so startled by the scene on the other side of the grass that he almost screamed, and the calm Hirano Toshiro covered his mouth with his hand.

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On the field just plowed by the short-sword fusangshen, their most beloved first-phase brother, the young man with light blue hair, just like this, with his knees half-bent, lying on his little master, revealing A gentle yet eerie smile.