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

Qiao Ran is an orphan.

Maybe it's because of his experience from childhood to adulthood that he has a weaker relationship than most people.

In the beginning, meeting Hotaru was an accident.

He came to this dilapidated Honmaru inexplicably, and he didn't know anything about it. Even the term Honmaru was told to him by his Sword Gate later.

In the empty house, he was trapped in this desolate place, even Qiao Ran was a little scared.

Finally, subconsciously... he called softly.

——He didn't know what to call... It was just that when his consciousness was about to lose consciousness, his instinctive reaction prompted him to call in such a soft voice.

At that moment, Qiao Ran didn't know what happened.

In the dark Honmaru that had been abandoned by the previous god-inspector, suddenly there was an extremely huge spiritual force, like faint ripples in the air, and the whole Honmaru was washed clean by a wave like an empty mountain. Filled with the refreshing breath.

——It's just... like a miracle.

When Qiao Ran was unconscious, he saw a faint spot of light suddenly appear in front of him.

It was originally a faint light, which made Qiao Ran's consciousness a little clearer.

Immediately afterwards, the small lights merged together and turned into a giant screen-like firefly light!

Born in front of his eyes, it illuminated the entire dark Honmaru like daylight.

A black knife, just like that, slowly unfolded under the light spot.

——This is a big sword.

At that time, Qiao Ran blinked and looked at the huge knife with some confusion.

It seemed a little strange, why didn't the owner who summoned it respond to it, the knife moved towards Qiao Ran as if it was alive, and gently rubbed against Qiao Ran with the harmless knife rest. Ran delicate face.

Then some childish voices rang in Qiao Ran's consciousness.

"Owner."

The voice sounded a little immature, like a child, but with a gentle arc.

"Did you... summon me?"

Qiao Ran stretched out his hand unconsciously, and held the somewhat cold knife holder.

All of a sudden, the knife gave off a dazzling luster.

In the surprised eyes of the silver-white-haired boy, he found that the knife in his hand suddenly turned into a somewhat fleshy little hand.

The knife suspended in the air turned into a boy with slightly curly hair, an extremely cute appearance and emerald eyes.

He seemed to have just been awakened, his eyes were still a little dazed, he hesitated for a long time before blinking, those emerald green eyes stared straight at the master in front of him.

At this time, Qiao Ran, who just came to Honmaru, was just a young boy.But Mingming is still so young, the eyes are delicate and frail, but they carry the most straight-forward beauty.

Hotaru's eyes blinked a few times before confirming that it was the little master in front of him who seemed so unreal that burst out such a powerful spiritual power at that moment.

He held the little master's hand, and that hand was so thin that it even scared him a little.

Hotaru hesitated, and said slowly.

"I am the sword that once existed in Aso Shrine... I don't know why it is here now."

"Anyway, Hotaru, refer to—"

"——In the days to come, please take care of my little master."

As he spoke, the young boy with green eyes bent down and kissed the little master's forehead with his soft lips.

The spiritual power of the contract was slowly diffused, and the sudden warmth filled Hotaru's chest.

The clear soul of the little master revived Yingwan's cold heart after being sealed for a long time.

It was only in those few seconds, which seemed as long as a lifetime, that he decided——

——From now on... this is his only little master.

…………

Hasebe, who was pressed and cut, was carefully hugged in the center of the main hall. Qiao Ran held a cup of tea in both hands and sipped it lightly.

He was only wearing a thin snow-white inner lining, but seeing that he wore so little, a bunch of swordsmen argued again, who should take off his coat and give it to the master.

Listening to their increasingly exaggerated arguments, Qiao Ran vaguely felt that...

——If you don't stop him, he may have to wear a dozen coats.

In the end, he spoke out to appease his swordsmen, and asked Candlestick Cut Guangzhong to fetch a thick coat.

"By the way... master, the winter solstice is coming soon."

It was Yamato Shou'an who spoke, and he excitedly stretched out a few fingers, counting the days.

"Anyway, Qingguang is the cutest in the world! I want to spend the winter solstice with my master!"

"For the winter solstice, master, it is customary in Japan to eat pumpkin and winter solstice porridge."

The cute daggers began to chatter.

The fusangshen transformed by these swords have a long history and are very familiar with many customs of human society - at least much better than Qiao Ran.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee, anyway, in the end, I depend on brother Guangzhong to cook!"

"Tui, Tui also wants to cook for the master!"

"Tui Jiang...you say that every time, isn't it you who burned the kitchen down in the end?"

…………

After a twittering and arguing, a voice finally disturbed everyone.

Hotaru used that soft, protracted voice to say a terrible news.

"Master~Winter Solstice... want to take a grapefruit bath together."

All the fusangshen fell silent.

You looked at me, I looked at you, and finally fixed their burning eyes on the beautiful face of the little master.

—Winter Solstice, is it coming...

Qiao Ran was silent for a while, the slightly scorching temperature in his palm reminded him of the blurred picture.

In the previous life, every winter solstice, his parents would serve him a big bowl of steaming dumplings at home.

pork stuffing,

shepherd's purse stuffing,

The curling heat is embellished with the warm memories of the past...

——That's... his home.

Qiao Ran silently took a sip of tea.

His parents in the previous life were very ordinary people, they were doing very ordinary jobs, but they also loved Qiao Ran very much.

But what makes Qiao Ran sad is...

——He couldn't remember what they looked like.

Time is too long, and the memories of the past have been shattered.

And now accompanying him are these Japanese fusangshen.In the eyes of ordinary people, to be precise, they are cold monsters transformed by a group of swords.

but……

"Master...Master, what's wrong with you?"

The swords felt that their little master, who was always very indifferent, seemed to be a little lost, and asked anxiously.

Their blood is cold, but...

——Their hearts are hot.

"It's nothing."

Qiao Ran slightly put down the paper cup in his hand, and showed a faint smile to the mourning gods.

On the young man's pale and beautiful face, the slight curvature was like a night-blooming epiphyllum, so quiet and beautiful that it made one's breathing stagnate.

Fu Sangshen was stunned for a moment.

"It will be New Year's Day soon. At that time, let's go together...to pray for blessings in this world."

This is Qiao Ran, the first time I use it,

"Together we will",

These four words.

The author has something to say:

This article is mainly about the relationship line...by the way, save the world 233333

It is tentatively decided that Qiao Ran's previous life and present life will be a bit cruel...

Maybe I want to write a redemption story...