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

In the personal mansion of the government of the time.

The young man with crow-feather hair has already changed his clothes. Compared with the uniform coat of the Government of Time, at this moment, he is wearing the red and black Chinese dress that he usually wears, and he is stepping on the ground with his bare feet. , looks like an elf coming out of a painting.

On the mahogany table, the divine bird with human nature unfolded the drawing paper carefully for Karasuma.

Karasuma flicked lightly on the drawing paper with her white fingers like jade.

This drawing paper is made of high-quality material, which is taken from the century-old wood in the world. It is extremely soft and suitable for rendering the most brilliant colors in the world.

Karasuma showed a contemplative expression, and a smile suddenly appeared on that gorgeous face.

"If it's that child, it should be more suitable to paint in black and white."

He said to himself, took out the ink pen, dipped a little black ink.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his hand lightly, and sketched on the paper. With just a few strokes, he drew the face of a young man, but the young man in the picture had narrow and long eyebrows, which should have been a cold expression, but he frowned slightly. He frowned, as if he was enduring something, showing a forbearance but panting expression.

In Karasuma's mind, he still remembered many things clearly, but he didn't draw another man who suppressed the boy and kissed him.

A strange look suddenly appeared in Karasuma's eyes, which were supposed to see through thousands of mundane worlds.

With the fingertip of his other hand, he lightly touched the lips of the boy in the picture.

The cool ink immediately stained his fingertips.

The crow-feather-haired boy didn't care that his fingers were stained with a little ink, he was almost in a daze, and lightly rubbed his lips with his pale fingers.

Karasuma's lips were thin, and on weekdays it gave people the feeling that they were aloof, majestic and cool, the ancestor of swords and swords in the world.

The ink stained the young man's lips. The originally scarlet lips were stained with a bit of black juice, blending into a strange deep purple.

The divine bird on the bookshelf suddenly spread its wings and landed on Karasuma's shoulder. He rubbed Karasuma's cheek, as if he felt his master was a little out of his mind.

"I don't know... how is the child doing now?"

Karasuma's eyes darkened, and with a wave of his right hand, the drawing paper seemed to be burned by a ball of will-o'-the-wisp, slowly curled up on the wooden table, and turned into ashes of dust, and the wooden The table was not affected at all.

After the previous two rehearsals, the crow feather boy already had a vague direction in his heart, but that direction was in the consciousness of Karasuma, like a flat boat, constantly floating up and down in the sea , if you act rashly, it is very likely that you will open a wrong coordinate and startle the snake.

He needs careful consideration.

For some reason, since that day, the image of that child being bullied often appeared in his mind.

He is obviously so young, he has just grown up, it should be said that he should be well protected by the Fusangshen, and he doesn't understand anything...

But unexpectedly, the appearance can also be extremely cold...and also extremely gorgeous.

Little Karasuma was still in a daze, and at this moment, the divine bird on the back of his hand pecked his face, as if playing a fight.

But little Karasuma could feel that the bird was trying to wake up his distraught self. He gently comforted the divine bird's feather crest with his fingers, and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry, good boy. .”

After thinking about it, he still called the attendant outside the door in.

"Master Karasuma."

The paper man-like existence nodded slightly to him.

"My father will go to see Abe's child tomorrow."

The crow-feather-haired boy rubbed his temples, and said in a calm tone, "It seems that there are many things that my father doesn't know...some things should be discussed."

"They used to put a lot of small actions in the dark. My father always felt that this kind of thing would not have any big impact. It was nothing more than a child's game."

"However, it now appears that what they did..."

Karasuma's voice paused, he stretched out his finger, pinched it lightly, and his voice became cold, "What they did is no longer a trivial matter."

He looked down from a high position, and the voices of the government personnel at that time were full of the indifference and sharpness that the ancestor of the sword should have.

"—It's time to be a father, go and beat them."

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Candlestick Qie Guangzhong did what he said, and he really put four short knives in Qiao Ran's bedroom.

However, no matter how jealous and mad they are, these swordsmen know that everything should not be rushed, and they should not overdo it. Otherwise, if they really angered the master's bottom line, then they would not get what they wanted .

It is nothing more than... the result of the death of jade and stone.

You know, what they want is to disintegrate the line of defense step by step, but they don't want to let themselves lose everything if they are aggressive.

Therefore, after shutting the four short knives Fu Sangshen together with their master in the bedroom, they no longer used their spiritual power to control the short knives to do anything to Qiao Ran. They just took a wait-and-see attitude and looked at the closed door.

The silver-haired boy was half lying on the bed. He looked at the bright sunshine outside the window with a calm expression, and he didn't care about the four short knives kneeling on the ground.

Ranto Shiro, who had always been active in the past, at this moment, blindly hid that delicate little face, not daring to look into Qiao Ran's eyes, and the long orange hair covered half of her face.

He didn't cry anymore. After all, as a sword with strong self-esteem, Ranto Shiro would still be more restrained except for shedding tears when he was most excited, but his fingers were tightly pinched on his leg. The bones and fingers are a little white.

Hirano Fujishiro pursed his lips, with a look of worry and thought on his delicate face, he was thinking about what to say next to make his master feel better.

He was also thinking about what to do next, get along with Brother Yiqi and the others, so that the current situation can lead to a result that does not fall apart.

Atsushi Shiro also knelt on the ground with his head buried. His formerly energetic face was full of frustration, remorse and powerlessness. He always felt that his attack power was relatively high in short swords, and he should have a fight. The power can protect the general, but he didn't expect to end up in such a situation.

——Let the general suffer humiliation, this is really too...

"Master, master..."

The five tigers closest to Qiao Ran retreated and leaned forward cautiously. Seeing Qiao Ran not speaking, he glanced at the indifferent look outside the window, stretched out his hand in fear, and tugged at the corner of Qiao Ran's clothes. .

Qiao Ran glanced at them.

"what happened?"

After hearing Qiao Ran's voice, the short knives raised their heads tremblingly, and looked at Qiao Ran obsessively.

"I don't blame you, I'm just thinking about something."

Qiao Ran scratched her hair, feeling a little restless.

What are you anxious about?very simple.

Qiao Ran felt a little helpless because of what these Dao Da Dao people did. This feeling of powerlessness lies in the fact that every time they are about to step on his final bottom line and want to kill them, these fusangshen Shrunk back again.

For example, this time, after Rando Shiro kissed him forcefully, Qiao Ran thought that Candekiri Mitsutada would grab other short knives and kiss him together in broad daylight. He really had the urge to tear up the contract .

However, I have to feel that they are actually very smart. They said words full of destructive desires, but their actual actions were thunderous and rainy. In the end, they just locked these short knives away from themselves.

This method of two steps forward and one step back has been used to the point of perfection.

Qiao Ran rested her chin on her hand, narrowing her eyes slightly.

If these Dao Da Dao are called opponents, then their experience and meticulous thinking have reached a terrifying level.

——What should I do now?

But facing this group of short knives, Qiao Ran felt a little embarrassed and awkward. He knew that the problem was not with them, but thanks to Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, it was absolutely impossible for him to have no grievances against them again.

However, Qiao Ran still said softly: "I don't blame you."

——Didn't blame us...?

Hearing this sentence, Wu Hutui was so happy that the corners of his mouth curled up, but the other daggers still couldn't believe it, because although Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada didn't manipulate them to do anything, just above the lobby, Ranto Shiro The behavior is already very excessive.

However, they took a closer look at Qiao Ran's face and found that he did not show any disgust in his eyes, so they were secretly relieved.

——As long as the master... doesn't take his anger out on us.

Before Hirano Fujishiro finished his thoughts, he heard his little master say in a slightly bewitching voice——

"If, I want to leave this Honmaru,

with you,

Would you like to help me? "

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Candlestick Qie Guangzhong is playing chess with himself.

He twisted a chess piece with his hands, and said to himself: "Anyway, after today, it is impossible for the daggers to get along with their master as before."

"All the situations have been broken, and the owner must make a choice."

"But no matter how he chooses, he can't leave this Honmaru, after all..."

"—This is a Honmaru that will disappear."

As he said, he dropped the chess piece in one place, showing a satisfied smile.

"If we don't even have a way to hide this main pill, then how can we be worthy of the meticulous training of those guys in the Ministry of Spiritual Affairs?"

When talking about the Lingbu, his tone was somewhat murderous. Obviously, the relationship between the so-called Lingbu and them was not that good.

At this moment, he looked at the mess on it, and suddenly stroked his blindfold.

——How could it be... Suddenly I feel flustered, something is going to happen.

"Is there something I've overlooked?"

Candlestick cut Guangzhong's chess piece fell on the chessboard, he muttered to himself.

The author has something to say: Do the little angels want to go to the copy of the Government of Time first to see Mengmeng Daheqiu and Xiaohumaru playing, or go to Diablo Honmaru?

The Government of Time is Yato + the good knives are teasing Ran Ran sweetly together, it is all kinds of cookies...

And Diablo Honmaru is a further captive play...

Emmm, I personally prefer the Government of Time, because there is a little dessert interspersed in the middle of forced love.

Let's choose...

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