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

Qiao Ran felt as if he had had a long, long dream. In that dream, he could not see the end and the way out.

The feeling of suffocation in his chest gradually strengthened, and he kept panting, trying to calm down the feeling.

——Too tired, really tired...

He felt that his eyelids were heavy and stuck directly to his eyes. He wanted to open them but couldn't.

In the original Honmaru, Qiao Ran also had a similar feeling.

He knew that this unsatisfactory body must have started to get sick again.

It was as if...all the light sources collapsed around him, and he sank into the deep sea alone.

The water at the bottom of the sea was getting colder and colder, and he felt that he couldn't even breathe.

—I want fresh air, I...

His fingers were trembling.

At this moment, it was as if a hand tore away all the darkness in front of him.

That hand brought him light.

It seemed that someone forcibly opened his mouth, and gave him the chilly breath that Qiao Ran craved so much.

Unlike Fu Sangshen that Qiao Ran met before, the tip of his tongue didn't penetrate too deeply, but just quietly put it in one position.

—Extremely cold and reserved.

It was as if he was just trying to relieve Qiao Ran's pain at this moment.

No other thoughts, nor any excessive lust.

Cold... just like a god.

Qiao Ran, who was not yet fully conscious, had his lips parted by something, and felt the anger that made him crave. He almost took the initiative, and unconsciously climbed up the man's cheek with his hand, and kept sticking the tip of his tongue into it. He said, as if he wanted to hold all the oxygen in the depths of that mouth.

The man seemed to be in pain from being kissed, he hesitated, and stroked the young man's fluffy silver hair with his hands.

At first, I wanted to roughly tear the boy away, but after feeling the smooth touch of the hair, I hesitated, and finally inserted the slender fingers into the hair behind the boy's ears, and with a gentle force, continuously Rubbing his hair, as if comforting the boy.

After a long time, the boy twisted his body weakly, and his fingers slowly slipped from the man's cheek.

The silver-haired boy was panting fiercely, but his originally too pale cheeks gradually turned rosy, and he was obviously much better.

His eyes were still closed, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape.

Feeling the boy's exhaustion all of a sudden, his whole body softened, as if he was about to fall on the bed. The man who was sitting upright, who was very cold from the beginning to the end, quickly supported his back with those big hands.

That man was indeed Taro Tachi.

Taro Tachi pursed his thin lips, and there was a bit of inquiry in those golden eyes that seemed to have never had any emotion.

He stared at the young man's red and seductive lips, with an expression on his face as if he was studying some sword data.

His big hand was still supporting the young man's back, while the other hand slid down from the young man's Adam's apple and pressed on his chest.

He felt that the heart was beating powerfully in the boy's chest.

"Do you need other spiritual power to maintain it?"

Taro Tachi tilted his head, his smooth black hair like splashed ink was scattered straight.

Thinking of this, he put his indifferent gaze on the young man's lips that were a little red and swollen from being kissed.

"Do you need more depth and more spiritual power?"

"Aren't these enough now?"

Taro Tachi guessed that the hand that was originally on the upper chest would move up slowly and put it on his lips.

He closed his eyes slightly, the lines of his face were cold and hard.

He lowered his head again, and put his lips on the boy's lips.

——Only this time, the tongue that was originally quiet just like what the boy did before, also tentatively swipe a little inside.

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"I really didn't expect that the god-inspector fell into a coma as soon as he came back from captivity."

Jiro Tachi, who was waiting for his brother outside, sighed, and he stretched out his hand to curl his hair into several small rolls.

"It's really too weak... If it's really that weak, can it bear our needs?"

Thinking about it, Jiro Tachi frowned, and the feminine makeup painted on the originally heroic face also looked a little coquettish.

At this moment, he heard some movement in the room, Jiro Tachi blinked his eyes lightly, and wanted to turn around to have a look, but found that his elder brother came out.

Jiro Tachi's gaze wandered a bit.

He found that his elder brother, who was always extremely reserved and indifferent in the past, now had a little red lips.

——It can be seen... It is obvious that something drastic has been done just now, which caused the corners of the lips to become red.

"...I can't see that you are such a person, brother."

Jiro Tachi didn't know what to say, he paused, and only spit out these few words.

"...Brother, let me tell you...there is still plenty of time for us to spend time with the God Judge...is it worth doing such a drastic thing on the first day?"

Stretching out his hand and coughing lightly, Taro Tachi still looked so indifferent.

"You misunderstood, Jiro."

Taro Taidao said, "Although I don't know what's wrong with the body of the god judge, but... he needs the spiritual power of different Fusangshen."

"...Need the spiritual power to pay the Sangshen?"

Jiro Tachi's expression became strange, "Does he lack spiritual power?"

"That's not what Hukiri said before... He said that the spiritual power of this God-inspector is very large, and only in this way can we meet our needs."

The face with exquisite makeup suddenly became gloomy again.

"...Hey, it's really troublesome. I just poured the wine."

"At first, I wanted to take advantage of the fact that I had successfully picked up the judge tonight, so I would warm up the wine a little bit and drink it to my heart's content...I didn't expect..."

As he said that, Fu Sangshen drew out the Otachi with a smile on his face.

"—Well, then, shall I kill him now?"

"A god judge who doesn't have enough spiritual power is a waste. Why do they still live in this world?"

Jiro Tachi spoke very relaxed words, and he stretched out his other hand to push open the just closed door, as if he really wanted to do... what he said.

But his elder brother frowned and reached out to stop him.

Jiro Tachi let out a soft snort, and stopped again.

"Brother...I read it right, did you stop me?" Jiro Tachi raised his eyebrows, showing a rather interesting expression, "I remember you are the most sensible and the most ruthless in this regard. "

"——The person who cut the No.1 God interrogator under the sword at that time was you."

Taro Tachi didn't say a word, the corners of his lips were pursed like ice and snow on a high mountain that hasn't melted for years.

Taro Tachi's golden eyes still looked so ruthless, "His spiritual power is very strong, which is different from what you think."

"According to my observation, his body is a little weak in some sense."

"It doesn't refer to pure physical weakness—it cannot be a suitable container to bear these spiritual powers on the spiritual level."

Hearing Taro Tachi's explanation, Jiro Tachi finally loosened his brows, turned around and put the big sword back.

"I should have said it earlier... It's useless to worry me."

Jiro Tachi crossed his hands behind his head, and strode forward again, "Then... is the physical condition of the judge stable?"

"—After all, it is a tool that I found with great difficulty... It would be a pity if it broke."

Jiro Tachi walked forward on his own, but he didn't see his brother who had changed his face behind him.

"... tools?"

The man with a cold expression stretched out his finger and gently touched his lips.

The boy hasn't woken up until now, and what happened just now was just some basic spiritual instillation, which obviously couldn't completely solve the boy's situation.

Even the boy's illness has not completely passed this time... Taro Tachi knows that in a few days, the worst will come.

"Ordinary spiritual power is not enough at all, so what method did the swords of Honmaru... use to hang his life?"

Taro Tachi frowned.

Under the darkness of night, this previously ruthless and cold-hearted man actually began to think about how to reduce the pain of the god judge whom they had originally used as a tool...

"Hey—brother, what are you doing standing there?"

He heard his brother calling him from afar.

With some thought in his eyes, Taro Tachi put down his hand and had no choice but to walk forward.

In another day, the boy will probably wake up.

——How to communicate with him is actually the key...

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Qiao Ran didn't know how long she had been in a coma.

I don't know when, someone will continue to deliver the breath he longed for in his mouth, making Qiao Ran feel that he seems to be better, and the feeling of suffocation in his chest is no longer so heavy.

He felt that his eyelids were no longer so heavy, he worked hard, tried...

It seems that you can... open your eyes.

The boy's eyelashes were trembling constantly, and he opened his eyes, those black ink-like pupils were still unfocused.

After he slowly got used to the light, Qiao Ran saw a handsome young face.

He recognized the boy.

In the hazy image... This young man seems to have asked Qiao Ran to move on the day of the turmoil in the Government of Time, under the order of Karasuma.

The black-haired Fu Sangshen still had a bit of worry in his eyes. He touched Qiao Ran's forehead and said, "There seems to be nothing wrong, General."

--general?

Qiao Ran reached out and rubbed his temples, he heard something unusual from this address.

He knew... This name is another name for the master.

He felt that there was still a bit of stasis in his chest, Qiao Ran took a deep breath and asked, "Where is this place?"

Yaken Toshiro blinked his eyes lightly, and the hand that was originally on Qiao Ran's forehead moved down slightly, caressing Qiao Ran's sensitive lips.

"General... This is where you will live in the future."

There was a contented smile on the corner of Yaken Toshiro's mouth.