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

"My lord..."

Pressing and cutting Hasebe shouted.

The flaxen-haired young man stared blankly at the green barrier, which seemed to appear suddenly, lying between the sword Fusangshen and their little master.

Hasebe saw that the little master was still smiling so nicely at him, he saw the little master's light-colored lips slightly curved, and he carefully rolled up his sleeves.

The little master raised his right hand, and all the camouflage that was originally covered with spiritual power was peeled off, exposing the original skin.

That hand that was originally as white as jade... If you hold it lightly, it will make people feel a bit cold and stealthy. It is densely covered with large and small scars. The shape is very shocking, as if it has been used by someone. A small knife cut through the general one by one, leaving wounds that could not be healed.

"My lord..."

Hasebe stayed where he was in a daze, and he couldn't help asking, "What's going on? Why is the lord's hand..."

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada thought of something in his mind for a moment...

--why why?In recent days, the master always seems to be in such a poor spirit, and his complexion looks so haggard, why?

That's because, that's because...

——Blood Curse.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada knew that some people in the Lingbu had studied these formations, and some even compiled them together to create a book about Honmaru's formations.

When he thought of this, his hands kept trembling and he placed them on his knees.

This book has been banned, it should not have existed in the first place, but this Honmaru was originally created, so the bibliography that was later banned has always been kept... covered up by the former person in charge with spiritual power.

And these books have been studied carefully by Qiao Ran, and the things recorded in them have also been studied by Qiao Ran.

Qiao Ran gently stroked the shocking scar on his right hand with his left hand, and the corner of his mouth curled into a strange arc.

"You still ask me what's going on... Should I say it's all thanks to you?"

His voice was a little fuzzy, as if part of it was also cut off by the emerging green light.

"Thanks to us...?"

Yiqi Yizhen, who always had an extremely gentle face, stayed where he was, looking at the hideous scar on his master's right hand, and asked deeply, "What's going on here? Master."

"I read a book..."

Qiao Ran narrowed her eyes, thinking that she was going to leave anyway, and would never see these Sword Fusangshen again, so she patiently explained, "I read a book, it seems that the government of time It must have been written by someone, but I don’t know what the specific source is.”

His voice was very soft, so soft that it made one's hair stand on end, and the fingers of his left hand kept stroking the wound.

According to common sense, the irrigation of spiritual power can heal wounds, but what is very strange is that when Qiao Ran's clear and powerful spiritual power touched those wounds, those wounds seemed to be emitting strange black air.

No matter how much spiritual power there is, once it is irrigated, it will all dissipate...

- This is an irreversible injury.

Qiao Ran closed her eyes, and said softly: "This formation is still very greedy... I have to say, Yingwan, you are really powerful."

"After the Honmaru is hidden, there is no ordinary way to reveal it again..."

"—Unless, with a blood sacrifice."

When the green-eyed young man heard these words, his always clear eyes were suddenly stained with a bit of crystal.

"So... is the master willing to leave us by hurting himself?"

Naturally, Yingwan had already guessed that the wound on Qiao Ran's hand appeared because of the need to activate this formation, which is a great sequelae.

Suddenly he had a sad thought.

——Look... the master would rather hurt himself than be with us.

——The master would rather get his hands dripping with blood than be with us. This is really a sacrifice to the gods as a sword... It is a greater sorrow than after being seriously injured and shattered in the battle.

"You're right..." Qiao Ran's voice was very gentle, and there was a coldness in his eyes that even Hotaru felt trembling, "I'd rather try these recorded formations than being locked up here by you, although When I use it, I don't know if it will work or not."

Hearing these words, the young man with light blue hair closed his eyes, but suddenly he knelt on the ground on one knee, looked at Qiao Ran with almost earnest eyes and said, "Master... come back, you The wound on his hand still needs to be treated."

"I don't know how long it took, but it must be very painful."

"We will never force you to do anything again, we will faithfully abide by all the remaining etiquette, and we will never be as rude as before..."

Qiao Ran's expression turned a little surprised when he heard Yiqi Yizhen's words.

"It turns out that you still care about my pain... Oh, so, I thought you didn't care about my thoughts at all when you forced me to kiss me."

The words he said made the expressions on the faces of those fusangshen look painful and complicated.

Qiao Ran put down his rolled-up sleeves again to cover the wound, and he almost murmured, "Actually, I'm still very afraid of pain, and I don't really like seeing such wounds. ,but……"

"If one day just now, I don't even have the right to harm myself-I will be dominated by you even such a right, this is what I am most afraid of."

His voice was intermittent, as if carrying some kind of fragmented emotion.

"Master, master..." Wu Hu retreated and rushed out. He was a naive and ignorant little dagger, so it was impossible for him to watch Qiao Ran leave.

"Master..." Luan Teng Shiro, who was standing beside Wu Hutui, also looked at him anxiously, and said, "I don't care about those swordsmen who have hurt Master...Master, don't you want to be messed up?"

Ranto Shiro's beautiful blue eyes were suddenly filled with aggrieved expression, "Sure enough, they are all liars...they are all liars, the master said, we are your most beloved sword, and in the end we just threw it away without hesitation. Leave us alone and move forward alone.”

Qiao Ran calmly looked at those little knives who were also panicked, and suddenly smiled, "Luan, why are you wronged? I said it before..."

His memory couldn't help but go back to that day, when he once said to those little knives with some expectation in his heart, would you like to leave this Honmaru with me?

He thought he would get a satisfactory answer, but he didn't expect them to refuse. What's more exaggerated is that they want to stay in this pill by themselves...

No matter what happens, they still want to stay here, even if they are insulted like this.

"Master..." Hirano Fujishiro shouted hastily, holding the dagger in his hand, and dropped it on the ground, "Master, listen to me, we really can't leave this Honmaru. This piece There is a reason for this, not that we don't want to tell you...Master..."

"Stop it, Hirano." Qiao Ran pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, and he shook his head almost self-deprecatingly, "It's my problem, I thought you were different from other fusangshen, Now that I think about it, I was wrong."

He seemed to be talking to himself, "We still have to rely on ourselves, right."

The hideous wound seemed to admit this.

Qiao Ran finally set his sights on all the Fusangshen again. He glanced at them. His gaze was too light, like a thin feather, without any weight, but it made the Fusangshen feel I felt a pain almost palpitating.

He said, "Rescind the contract, and we will never see each other again."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the contract breaking suddenly sounded in the spiritual sea of ​​Fusangshen.

A very strong pain spread in their hearts...

——It was a sign that the contract between the god judge and Fusangshen had completely dissipated.

"That's it for us, never see you again."

All the Sword Fusangshen just looked at all this in a daze, Qiao Ran covered his lips with his hand, he kept coughing, this kind of contract rescission actually hurts the god judge the most, especially As far as Qiao Ran is concerned, Qiao Ran's health is not good in the first place. Originally, the fusang gods signed the contract with him more to irrigate Qiao Ran's body with the power of life to maintain his body's functioning, but after the contract was broken , Qiao Ran suffered the most backlash.

He kept coughing, one sound at a time, like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of the Sword Fusangshen.

He covered his lips with his hands, but the blood stains that kept overflowing instantly dyed the moon-white sleeves red, making him look extremely hideous.

Qiao Ran carefully held the tattered scarf in his pocket with his left hand.

That was Yato's scarf... It was the only thing Qiao Ran took away from this Honmaru.

"I like to pay attention to the beginning and the end of many things, so I will say goodbye to you in the end."

He stretched out his hand to hold the scarf in his pocket, and seemed to have infinite courage.

——The future must be bright, and the future does not necessarily have their existence.

At the moment when the green light was flooding, a handsome man in sportswear came out like this. He looked at Qiao Ran with those ice blue eyes, as if with the determination to cross thousands of mountains and rivers.

He said, "Little devil, I'll take you home."