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

"You are, you are... you are Sankai Yuezongjin?"

Qiao Ran opened his eyes wide. In his impression, Sanriyue Zongjin should still be in the headquarters of the government at that time.

During this period of time, he also thought about whether Sanri Yue Zongjin's body sword would have any accidents in this crisis of the Shizhi government... But he never thought that this Taidao Fusangshen would use such a appeared in front of him.

[Haha, long time no see, God judge. 】

The Taidao Fusangshen, known as the most beautiful in the world, showed a very bright smile to him.

And that kind of smile made Qiao Ran stunned. He never thought that being imprisoned in chains and burning with the fire of nobles... Sanri Yue Zongjin, who had suffered such a great pain, would still show such a smile.

It's like containing everything in the world.

[With your strength, it is indeed impossible to do it, although you are barely an adult in terms of human age. 】

[But in the eyes of my grandfather, you are still a child. 】

[Haha, in fact, I was forged at the end of the 11th century, so I can be considered an old man. 】

Three-day Yue Zongjin narrowed his eyes slightly when he laughed, and there was a kind of calm and reassuring aura in the eyes of those moon pupils.

【Because Grandpa and I have been around for so many years, I barely have the power to fight in this matter. 】

[So, please come to my side. 】

[Please hold me tight, God judge, hold me tightly with the awareness you should have. 】

——Are you aware...

Qiao Ran's body was still in place, and those bloody scenes were constantly replaying in his mind.

He knew that this world was different from the world he lived in in his previous life.

To put it coldly, when Qiao Ran first came to this world, in the original hommaru where he stayed, he always had a relatively alienated mentality, similar to watching fire from the shore.

——This world doesn’t have much to do with me, I’m just a passerby.

however……

Qiao Ran closed her eyes.

He remembered the scene where Yato once hugged him, blood was left from the neckline, but he still insisted on taking him to China to see the cherry blossoms.

He also remembered that when he first arrived at the government of the time, Karasuma, the legendary ancestor of the sword, stretched out his hand to him, with a smile on his mouth, and invited him to protect history—even for the sake of the time. The government did many inappropriate things, but at least Qiao Ran felt that his soft intention to protect the whole world at that time was true.

He even thought of the picture of the Fusangshen who had the closest relationship with him, Hotaru, waving the Tai Tai Dao, pressing Foxunosuke for his position.

Qiao Ran's lips twitched, and his voice was very soft, "They are all real..."

"And I'm not just passing by... This world, for me, is a new life, not an illusion."

Qiao Ran raised his head slowly, slowly. He looked at Sanri Yue Zongjin, who was still smiling at him, with his eyes that were almost transparent like glass, and then at the crescent moon in front of Sanri Yue Zongjin. Taidao.

When Qiao Ran's eyes scanned the blade of the Taidao, he suddenly remembered the fusangshen he met when he first came to this world.

After a few days, in fact, he probably also knew that the reason why things between them became like this... half of the responsibility was on him.

He never tried to open up...

——I have never tried to accept this world, this brand new journey.

So, when he saw this sword, he thought of the light blue-haired young man in military uniform, with the pained and almost desperate eyes, before he opened the passage and left, he begged...

"Master please come back, we will never force you again."

"Please heal the wound on your hand first—"

Qiao Ran closed her eyes, and the corners of her eyes suddenly became dry for some reason.

"It's all true..."

"All feelings, all protections are true..."

"Actually... the one who really got cold-hearted is me..."

Qiao Ran opened his eyes again.

He looked at Sanri Yue Zongjin's crescent-like pupils, with unprecedented firmness and determination in his eyes.

"I have indeed made my mind clear now, thank you, Sanriyuedian."

"I also want to try to accept this world, and to protect this world."

"so……"

"Thank you for giving me such a chance - let me hold on to your chance!"

Qiao Ran took a step forward, and just as Sanri Yue Zongjin said, he held the Taidao.

The sword exists in the form of a spirit body, but Qiao Ran doesn't know why, when his hand is on the handle of the knife, his soul has a sense of reality that resonates.

All of a sudden, Qiao Ran's eyes widened.

The spot-like Tai Dao suddenly spread out, and a huge force rushed into Qiao Ran's body - it was the soul power belonging to Sanri Yue Zongjin...

"you……"

Qiao Ran moved her mouth in disbelief, but she heard the still harmless laughter of the Taidao Fusangshen.

"I've wanted to try it for a long time. What does it feel like to be integrated with the God Judge? It looks pretty good."

Qiao Ran: ...

Mingyue Zongjin's tone was very bright, but Qiao Ran always felt that there was something in his words... with a bit of a weird taste.

"So……"

Sanri Yuezong's spiritual body stood still beside Qiao Ran, his bent pupils looked at a certain place in the void, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

"Next, go and complete your mission."

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Hotaru still mechanically wielded the big sword on the dying giant fox, already losing his so-called rationality.

"None of them are as important as the master..."

Foxnosuke finally fell to the ground, motionless. The fur that was once so shiny that Qiao Ran stroked it was now covered with blood, and he couldn't see the slightest change.

It can't speak now, and its vocal cords have been injured by Hotaru's sword.

It's just that when it looked at Hotaru's expression, it suddenly thought of the god judge who should have died by now.

…………

"Master God Judge, that's where it is!"

He used to imitate the harmless appearance, and kept rubbing against the silver-haired boy's thigh, as if he was acting like a baby.

"Foxosuke is so comfortable..."

…………

——Such a picture will probably never appear again...

It thought so.

Under Hotaru's last stab, it completely lost its breath.

On the slumped corpse, countless bloodstains spread.

The eyes of the green-eyed young man were a little hollow, and the Taidao in his hand was still waving one knife at a time.

"Owner……"

Hotaru suddenly sat on the ground dejectedly, with tears in his eyes again, and the big sword was also thrown aside.

The reason why he continued to wield the Odachi after Fox's death was only because the infinite fear in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

He had a premonition...Maybe what Foxnosuke said was true...

Its owner, the one he looked the cleanest, the one who would rub his face and laugh at his height, was probably, really gone.

The so-called massacre,

The so-called cruelty,

It's just to cover up the real fear in my heart...

"If the master is gone..."

Hotaru sat on the ground, her small body looked extremely helpless—if one ignored the smell of blood all over the floor.

"If the master is gone, what's the point of other things?"

"Even if this place doesn't exist anymore, even if everyone dies, what's the point?"

"I only want my master, I only want him to live..."

On the other side, the battle between Karasuma, Tsuzumaru Koji and Abe Showa is not over yet, but Hotarumaru has no intention of helping a group of Karasuma at all.

——He has nothing to do with Karasuma.

Even counting the fact that Qiao Ran was taken away by Yato from their Honmaru, Karasuma can be said to be half of his enemy.

It's just that Hotaru doesn't care anymore.

Whether it's to save Karasuma, or to help Abe Showa and the others kill Karasuma, he doesn't care anymore.

Hotaru is thinking about one thing now...

——If the master is really dead and he kills himself, will the master be happy?

——If the master can't see himself in the dead world, will the master be lonely?

Hotaru thought about it, and put those lifeless eyes on the big sword at the side again.

Just as he was trembling and picking up the big sword thrown aside again, he heard a sound...

——That was the sound of the space-time tunnel... being cut open.

He turned his head stiffly.

Then, Fu Sangshen with green eyes finally showed the most innocent smile like before.

Like a child abandoned by the whole world, returning to the warm embrace.

"Owner……"

The big sword in his hand fell to the ground again, making a crisp sound.