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

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong watched the little master staring at him, a little dazed, and he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten.

He touched his hairstyle, touched his blindfold, and thought to himself...

——Well, very good, he is very handsome now, and he will not lose face in front of the little master.

As a Taidao who pays great attention to his appearance, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada does not want to have any behavior of ruining his status in front of his little master. He wants to maintain the most perfect self all the time.

"The legend of Diablo Honmaru...?"

Qiao Ran repeated Candlestick Qie Guangzhong's words, and he suddenly touched his forehead and fell into deep thought.

In fact, when he came to this Honmaru more than ten years ago, he didn't know many things. This body looked exactly like his previous life, except for the somewhat conspicuous silver-white hair color.

Whether it is the life experience of the current body or this Honmaru, he knows very little.

At first he summoned Yingwan by accident, but the green-eyed boy didn't talk too much about Honmaru with his master, and Qiao Ran didn't care either—

——Because, at the very beginning, he just regarded himself as a passerby, with a kind of indifferent alienation towards this world, like a traveler in another world.

Later, as the number of swords he summoned increased, the relationship between Qiao Ran and them became more intimate.But Qiao Ran, who was very sensitive in his heart, was keenly aware that his swords were hiding something from him, as if they didn't want him to know about Honmaru, and Qiao Ran didn't ask much.

"The candlestick cuts the hall..."

Hasebe, who was on the other side, looked a bit tangled, and he looked at the handsome young man wearing a blindfold.

As the most loyal young swordsman, he once wanted to confess everything to the little master when he was first summoned, but the other swordsmen persuaded him.

The main reason is... this Honmaru is not a regular Honmaru, its existence, in a sense, is a mistake.

All the fusangshen hope that they are perfect in Qiao Ran's heart, not defective products.

Therefore, for selfish purposes, they are also afraid to reveal this information to the little master.

But now that Hasebe knew, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada changed his mind.

——Compared to letting the master be wary of them... what they care most about... is the safety of the master.

——If, because of their concealment, other people have the opportunity to take advantage of it and hurt the master... then this is the most intolerable thing for them!

Candlestick Kie Guangzhong glanced around at the Fusangshen with calm eyes, and the little dagger, who had been a little surprised and uncertain, became silent, because they knew that Candlestick Kie Guangzhong planned to have a showdown with the master.

Yiqi Yizhen and Hotaru also acquiesced in his behavior.

"The legendary dark Honmaru is the so-called normal Honmaru's swordsmen. Because they experienced some dark things, their hearts were polluted and they eventually fell into darkness."

"And after these fusangshens fall in the dark, their power will become stronger, and at the same time they will break through the shackles imposed on them by the government of time."

"These swords usually do whatever they want, and even do some damage, god-judging things."

——The Government of Time?

Qiao Ran remembered the name, but he knew that the first thing to bear the brunt now was not to learn more about the history of the so-called Fusangshen.

The eyelashes of the silver-haired boy trembled. He looked at the candlestick Qie Guangzhong, and asked indifferently: "I have a question, the candlestick Qiedian."

"Then the Honmaru I'm in, is it a normal Honmaru?"

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong looked at the young master's clear eyes, he seemed to feel that he had concealed himself for many years, and there was nowhere to hide under those eyes.

His body trembled, and he closed his eyes in pain, "No, the master is not... We are not normal Honmaru... We were abandoned by the government of time."

"This Honmaru... was originally designed by the Government of Time. Due to various reasons, in the end we lost contact with the government and were expelled from the government, and we just fell asleep...falling into an invisible abyss."

"—until your appearance."

"—It is you who gave us redemption and a new life."

All the swordsmen looked at Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada with incredulous expressions, they would never have imagined that Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada actually told the news to the master.

In fact, Candlestick Cut Mitsutada also concealed some things. What they pay the Sangshen most value is a kind of reputation, and the swords who were removed from the government...

Like broken copper and iron,

no one wants...

--Rubbish.

The whole body of the silver-haired boy was still soaked in the hot spring.

He looked at Candlestick Qie Guangzhong, who had a somewhat painful expression, and the fusangshen who lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him, and sighed.

His sigh sounded extremely ethereal, but it was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of all the swordsmen.

——Master... No, please don't despise us because of this!

This is the cry buried deep in their hearts with all their swords.

Qiao Ran's expression was a little helpless. He felt that if he did something, they were all like frightened birds, and Qiao Ran had an illusion of the destruction of the world.

The corners of the silver-haired boy's mouth were slightly curved.

The way he smiled, for some reason, reminded people of the spring in March.

Qiao Ran's face was originally cold, but once he smiled, it was as if the ice and snow had just melted, with a refreshing warmth.

The young man said with a smile, "No matter what this Honmaru is... I also know that it is definitely not a Diablo Honmaru."

He stretched out his right hand, and faint spiritual power surged out, turning into an invisible force, gently lifting the chins of all the swordsmen.

"Master..." "General..." "My lord..."

All the fusangshen looked at Qiao Ran without blinking.

"No matter what you're hiding from me, I can sense that...you're not going to hurt me."

Qiao Ran closed her eyes and said.

"You, like relatives, have been taking care of me."

Hearing the master's words, the swordsmen were all a little moved.

Because, they can feel that their little master is a very affectionate person, and they can become relatives in the mouth of the little master, which also shows how high their status is in the heart of the little master.

——But, my dearest little master... You know, we love you like lovers.

Qiao Ran naturally didn't know what they were thinking, he just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the expressions of these fusangshen finally calmed down.

After a while, when Qiao Ran was about to get up, the gang of swordsmen rushed to dress him, and Qiao Ran seemed to have thought of something.

Then they saw their master, and their expressions suddenly became serious.

Qiao Ran: "I have a question, I'm sorry... May I ask if the fire in the kitchen was turned off when you rushed over?"

All the swords:  …

The little knives turned their heads stiffly, looking at Candlestick Cut Guangzhong, who was in charge of the cook.

When this calm-looking young man suddenly opened his mouth in surprise, supported his blindfold with his hands, and did not pay attention to maintaining a handsome expression in front of the master, the Fu Sangshen realized that something was wrong. matter……

After that, Qiao Ran heard a loud noise.

The kitchen is fried.

——Very good...it looks...the winter solstice is also a lively day...

The author has something to say:

In fact, Ran Ran was very moved by their company, but what Ran Ran misses most is her relatives from her previous life...

So for Ran Ran, they are just "like relatives."

Knife spirits: ...It just so happens that we don't want to be relatives with the little master, of course we want to abduct ♂ to bed ♂ :)

The next chapter will be straight to the New Year, I met a little angel in the temple 27w

The next time we meet is Saturday, jiumi (づ￣3￣)づ