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

"Choose both hands? I see."

Hidekiri's long and narrow eyes were full of pity, but he still kept his promise and wrapped the chain around Qiao Ran's wrist seriously.

His strength is very well controlled, not too heavy to make Qiao Ran feel pain, but not too soft to reduce the oppression in Qiao Ran's heart.

The length of the chains is a bit too long-it seems that these chains are intended to tie people's feet.

Fu Sangshen with light blonde hair looked at the exposed excess parts, and frowned in distress.

"Oh, you can't waste too much."

He seemed to think of something, and suddenly showed a playful smile.

Higakiri dexterously moved the excess part of the chain with his fingers, and it turned out to be an extremely small bow.

Qiao Ran: ...

Qiao Ran put his eyes on his hands.

On the wrist that is too weak, you can still faintly see the scars left when the formation was arranged before.

On those slender wrists, the intertwined scars and silver chains set off each other, which can arouse others' violent desires.

"You didn't choose the neck, I still feel a little pity."

Fu Sangshen with light blonde hair reached out and stroked the skin on Qiao Ran's wrist delicately.

And the slightly raised lines embroidered on Fu Sangshen's gloves scratched across his skin, making Qiao Ran feel itchy. He took a deep breath and tried hard to contain his nausea.

"However, I think it's pretty good now."

Hikiri said with a smile.

"-It matches you very well...God Judge."

Fu Sangshen suddenly lowered his head, and gently kissed the knuckles on Qiao Ran's wrist with his beautifully shaped lips.

Feeling Qiao Ran's retreat, he stretched out his hand to hook the chain, restraining Qiao Ran's hand, and the tip of his tongue protruded a little from his lips.

The tip of the snake-like tongue was licking and kissing Qiao Ran's wrist.

Qiao Ran's face became even more ugly.

"The taste of the god judge is very good."

Mustache raised his head, and the undercurrent pouring down from his eyes, like a sea tide, seemed to sweep all Qiao Ran's thoughts.

"It's so tempting...it makes me wish I could swallow the whole body of the judge~"

Although Higiri has a strong sense of evil, but in the past, he would not do any physical intimacy other than playing with the minds of those captured god judges.

— because he would feel sick.

Because of some things that happened in the past, in Higakiri's heart, human beings are all selfish, stupid, and easy to be confused...

If you want to have a little contact with such an inferior species, or even have an intimate relationship... it will make Higaki feel that it is defiled.

But now, when Higaki saw this young man, he suddenly became a little interested.

The expression on the silver-haired boy's body was too calm, as if no matter how humiliating it was, it couldn't break the plainness between his brows.

——Even if it's an effort to disguise, it's very interesting, isn't it?

Mustache knew that some secret emotions surged up in his heart.

The colder he looked at Qiao Ran, the more excited he became.

Qiao Ran withdrew her hand, her lips were tightly closed, obviously she didn't want to have a lot of conversation with this Fusangshen.

At this moment, Mustache stretched out his fingers to hook Qiao Ran's temples.

"Why are you so serious... When you said you chose to tie your wrists with chains, didn't you also open your mouth?"

Mustache moved his black-sleeved fingers from bottom to top, gently kneading Qiao Ran's scarred arm.

Qiao Ran's sleeves had already been lifted, and the fingers of Mustache's right hand slid across the wound with pink marks.

When Higakiri saw these scars, he showed a thoughtful expression.

He still remembers that at that time, he went to coax the only large sword in the main pill, Hotaru, to help him open the channel of the Government of Time.

He saw that Hotaru also had such a bright and hideous wound on his hand.

In my mind, the young man with green eyes said so——

"This is punishment."

"Master, because we have suffered such injuries, we must inflict the same wounds on ourselves."

He thought of Fu Sangshen's sick expression, but he understood why Hotaru would do this.

In fact, Hidekiri felt that Qiao Ran's skin was very suitable for covering such scars, with a sultry cherry color that seemed to be seductive - that would lead to the sadistic desire hidden in everyone.

Mustache's fingers moved up slowly, hooking on Qiao Ran's chin again. He moved closer to the young man, his voice as soft as a breath.

"Oh, you don't answer my words out loud..."

"If you're not good enough..."

"—I'm going to bully you, disobedient kitten."

He lowered his voice and poured out his breath. The hand holding Qiao Ran's chin was suddenly tightened, and Qiao Ran felt a little pain in his jaw.

However, Qiao Ran looked at Mustache with a kind of alienated eyes from the beginning to the end.

He was watching what kind of tricks mustache could play.

Unexpectedly, Higakiri suddenly gave a good-natured smile.

"Ha, did it scare you? I was joking."

He retracted his hand and patted Qiao Ran's cheek lightly.

As if teasing a cat or dog, he just kneaded Qiao Ran's face and scratched his hair, but he didn't do anything too out of bounds.

—— Childish, just like a child who hasn't grown up.

He half propped on Qiao Ran's body, just playing around in a strange way.

After a long time, Higakiri got up, patted the hem of his slightly wrinkled shirt, and walked out.

…………

After Mustache left, Qiao Ran slowly realized that the chain on his wrist was not just for controlling himself.

Qiao Ran could feel a certain kind of spiritual power on the chain, which was actually helping to restore the spiritual power in his body, and at the same time, it was also blocking his spiritual power, preventing him from using it to perform certain spells .

Qiao Ran clenched his fists, feeling that the recovery of spiritual power was too slow.

He lay on the bed, knowing that the situation he was facing now was more dangerous and complicated.

But... I have no solution. I can only lie on the bed and be controlled by them. After my spiritual power is fully recovered, I will be thrown into that knife room and let that weird short knife eat my own flesh and blood. There is nothing left.

——I... like a useless person.

Qiao Ran took a deep breath, trying to calm his mind. He knew that he must keep calm in such a critical situation, and not let his overly negative emotions erode his heart.

"Try to think back, think back to everything I've been through here..."

"There must be a reason for them to feed that sword...According to the content of Taro Taidao's words...the purpose, if nothing else, is for revenge."

"They and the dagger seem to be on the same front, but judging from Taro Tachi's tone, it seems that they don't trust each other... It can even be said that they are on guard."

Qiao Ran frowned, thinking of Taro Tachi's indifferent eyes when he mentioned the existence in the knife room.

"And I always feel that there is something that I still missed..."

"The broken knife gave me a familiar feeling - it should not be just because of the spiritual power that he and Taro Taidao have in the same strain."

Qiao Ran suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair, and buried his head between his knees. When he raised his hand, the sound of the chain shaking on his wrist rang softly.

His five fingers sank deep into his hair, and he frowned, trying to think back.

"Where did I... see that sword...?"

All the memories flowed along the line that stretched back to the past, Qiao Ran felt as if he had entered his brain, constantly looking for his own memories.

"The Government of Time? No, it seems to be going a little further..."

His eyebrows were furrowed more and more tightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Suddenly... Lightning flashed!

He let go of his hands suddenly, and fell on the bed all at once, gasping for breath, like a fish on the verge of drowning.

"I saw it, I saw it..."

His chest was heaving and rising, but there was a smile on his pale face.

In the deepest part of memory...

At first, when Qiao Ran was searching in Honmaru's study...

At that time, he saw an observation diary, which seemed to be left by the previous god judge...

【It's a pity... The first batch of swords manufactured for observation had a relatively large flaw in their appearance. 】

——There are flaws on the shape... If I guessed correctly, it means...

—The hilts of those swords... are incomplete!

"In other words, the dagger and the wreckage of the densely packed swords in this Honmaru sword room are all related to the diary writer... and the government of time?"

Qiao Ran couldn't help closing her eyes.

He suddenly remembered what little Karasuma had said to him.

"The so-called swords forged from some materials in the God Judge Honmaru are certainly not authentic."

"They are imitations of all original blades."

Qiao Ran still remembers when little Karasuma said these words...

The face full of disdain,

A lofty look...

It's as if those counterfeit products are always just counterfeit products... always inferior to the so-called genuine products.

"Countless successes are often piled up by countless failures..."

Qiao Ran felt her lips trembling.

"That is to say, before the government of Time can successfully forge the so-called Honmaru sword, it must..."

"You must have done countless experiments before you can know... what kind of materials can be used to create the so-called... for their use... imitations that can be copied in large numbers..."

Qiao Ran opened his eyes, staring at a certain point on the roof as if in a daze.

So... those swords that failed the experiment...

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