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

After these fusangshen poured their own blood into Qiao Ran's mouth for several days, Qiao Ran finally passed the onset period this time.

Qiao Ran only felt that his body was slowly floating up from the cold deep sea, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a face sizing him up.

It was a man with a feminine hairpin on his head, and a woman's delicate makeup on his face. There was also black eye shadow painted on the top of his eyes, which really looked a bit seductive.

"Yo, you finally woke up."

The man chuckled lightly, his tone somewhat frivolous.

Qiao Ran opened his eyes completely at once, and he recognized the man.

——On that day... on the top of the snow-capped mountain, he was one of the two big knives who cut the mustache and they picked him up.

When Jiro Jidou saw Qiao Ran's expression, he realized that the little guy had clearly recognized him, and bent his lips.

"I've introduced you to you before, I'm Jiro the Beauty ~ You can just call me Jiro."

He gently blew into Qiao Ran's ear, and said with a smile, "What's your name... I can't always call you the God Judge, can I?"

Qiao Ran turned her body to the side and turned her head to ignore him.

The words of the man in front of him seemed very casual, just to weaken his vigilance.

Qiao Ran knew that the name was a very important constraint. Ye Dou once told him very seriously that if his name was mastered by Fu Sangshen, he might be hidden by the gods.

"You still want to escape."

Jiro Tachi blinked, and stretched out his hand to pull Qiao Ran's hair again. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth... as if he had found something novel.

All of a sudden, that face also looked ugly.

He grabbed Qiao Ran's hair and kept pulling it up, "Smelly brat, you have such strong spiritual power, but your body is so weak, and it caused me, Mr. Jiro, to save you with blood essence... Really! "

--it hurts……

Qiao Ran felt the pain of the hair being lifted, narrowed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to push the man's fingers away.

"Um... um—"

"Oh, you still dare to call out? Hmph..."

Seeing the pained expression on Qiao Ran's face, Jiro Tachi couldn't help but let go of his hands. Qiao Ran's body hit the bed again with a "bang" sound, and he rubbed his shoulder .

"..."

Jiro Tachi pursed his lips.

Jiro Tachi and his elder brother Taro Tachi, as Fusangshen who have been in the dark for a long time, do not know how many dead souls of the god judges under his command, they are always a little fierce.

However, compared to Higakiri, Jiro Tachi is actually not that crazy in nature, so when he saw Qiao Ran frowning and rubbing his shoulders, he felt a little guilty.

—Anyway, anyway, sooner or later he will die... so don't be too hard on him.

But... it was just a momentary thing, this little emotion was suddenly rubbed into an invisible place by Jiro Tachi.

"Okay, kid, since you've eaten so much of our blood, it's almost time to perform your duty as a tool."

Jiro Tachi waited for a long time, and only after Qiao Ran put down his fingers did he roughly lift Qiao Ran's neckline.

"The role of a tool...?"

Qiao Ran asked calmly.

The movements of Taro Tachi can be said to be the most brutal fusangshen Qiao Ran has ever seen.

In the previous Honmaru, although his fusangshen were also compulsive, they would carry Qiao Ran to different places, but their movements were also very gentle - at least they would put their hands on Qiao Ran's back shoulder carefully, Or under the knees, afraid that something might happen to his little master's delicate body.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ran touched his chest again. He could feel that his heartbeat had stabilized, which meant that during this period of time, what did these fallen Fusangshen do? Stabilize your condition.

The faint fishy smell on his lips had already told Qiao Ran that these crazy guys really gave him their blood.

"You feel it too? We saved you, so be good."

"We brought you here for the sole purpose of taking advantage of your pretty good spiritual power."

Jiro Tachi babbled.

Qiao Ran's ears moved.

There was a sound of footsteps... from far to near.

The hand that was roughly lifting Qiao Ran's neckline stopped in the air, and lifted him up again.

As if trying to avoid someone.

"Oh, isn't this the God-inspector I managed to catch? How could he be hung on it so pitifully."

Fu Sangshen, who came over with light blonde hair, stopped, and looked at Qiao Ran who was being held up high with his long and narrow eyes with interest.

Qiao Ran's expression was very calm, he just looked at Fu Sangshen in front of him calmly.

——He always has such an expression on his face...

Higakiri thought so, but some dark emotions kept surging in his heart.

——If... If I put that thing... a gadget I found in the real world, on this god judge... Will he still show such a calm expression?

However, Higakiri was still smiling on the surface, and he even persuaded Jiro Tachi with that hoarse and sexy voice.

"Oh, I've said it all, you can't be so rude to the interrogator, we found him with great difficulty... What if he is accidentally played and ruined?"

Jiro Tachito glanced at Tokiri, of course he knew what was going on inside this colleague who exudes malice by nature.

"Okay, I'll do my thing, don't worry about it, Tokiri."

He grabbed Qiao Ran's back collar, pulled it back, and passed by Mustache.

Like a warning, Jiro Taidao said casually to Qiao Ran, "Don't look at that guy who looks easy to talk on the surface, but he should be a big ghost in his heart—in short, don't expect that guy to be sympathetic to you. You're fine."

"His favorite thing to do is to watch plays. I remember that we also caught a judge before. It seems to be a little girl. When we were villains, Mustache showed a very concerned look. , let that little girl think that this sword will be her salvation."

"She thought...Higakiri would take her away and leave this dark Honmaru."

"However, all of this is just her extravagant wish. Anyway, it's all a mask that mustache wears."

"Gentle, melancholy, personable, and full of concern... He forged the most perfect posture in this way, and when the little girl let go of all her guard, he gave her a knowing blow."

…………

[Oh, to take you away? 】

In the image, the fair-haired Fu Sangshen gently pinched the girl's cheek with his fingers.

The words that came out of his mouth were extremely cruel and merciless.

【No way, Nako~】

As Hidekiri said, he quickly pulled out the Taidao and swung it around.

Blood...splashed all over him.

【You haven't... turned it into the last nourishment to water these swords, how could you just leave~】

His cracked smile was ferocious like a ghost, but with a deadly charm.

【Oh, I can't agree~】

…………

Jiro Tachi was still talking about mustache's bad deeds, but Qiao Ran raised his head and took a quick look at Otachi Fusangshen.

"So...why are you telling me this?"

Qiao Ran raised her eyebrows slightly, "Isn't it okay to just let me be coaxed by that Tai Dao Fu Sangshen?"

Jiro Tachi was silent for a while.

In the past, he did sit back and watch, because the result was the same, anyway, as long as the judges died—but, compared to Hidekiri’s somewhat wicked hobby, he wanted to do it directly.

--However……

He was a little irritated, not wanting this young man to be deceived by mustache.

The hand holding the boy's neckline tightened.

"Because compared to being deceived by that guy..."

Jiro Tachi winked at Qiao Ran, the end of the eye with eye shadow painted slightly raised, "I hope you will always maintain such a calm and rational look—"

"—to face your next... life as a pig."

"It's more interesting that way, isn't it?"

Qiao Ran didn't answer Jiro Tachi, he already felt that the minds of these fusangshen were extremely abnormal, and they completely matched all the characteristics of the dark fallen fusangshen.

The boy frowned slightly, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out.

——Except for those crazy behaviors that show that they have fallen in the dark...but why is their appearance still the same as ordinary Touken Fusangshin?

——According to common sense, the appearance of Fu Sangshen after the dark fall will be alienated, and his face will be completely different from the normal Fusangshen.

He looked at the smiling Jiro Tachi.

Qiao Ran has confirmed that there is no trace of using spiritual power on their bodies, and they have not done any hiding or covering up on the outside.

Before he could fully think it through, he stopped again, holding the Jiro Taidao by his collar.

Qiao Ran raised her head slightly and opened her eyes wide.

——Is that... a knife room?