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"My Lord,

Did he do something to you? "

Yamamochi Kokuhiro asked,

There was a hint of trembling and uneasiness in his deep and tough voice.

Cut Long Hasebe received these emotions and thought for a moment. He quickly reacted to the other person who had heard The Inquisitor say, "I want you to sleep with me occasionally."

The "what" here referred to "what".

The two of them were like spies speaking in code.

But Cut Long Hasebe was unwilling to discuss this issue with Yamamochi.

"No matter what the Lord did to me,

It was all willingly done by me, and it is also what I should repay. "

He turned around,

He glanced coldly at the blond blade and replied in a deep voice.

“！”

Yamamochi Kokuhiro did not expect Hasebe to give such a reply,

The rest of his doubts were instantly stuck in his chest, unable to be spat out.

He could only use all his strength to clench his fists until his knuckles turned white,

Just as the other party was about to continue moving forward,

He roared again in a low voice, "This is not right!"

His long purple eyes shot over coldly.

That kind of boldness made Yamamochi take half a step back unconsciously,

But he still forced himself to raise his head and meet this gaze head-on without dodging or hiding:

"The Inquisitor is our Lord, but this kind of thing, this kind of thing... is too, too much..."

This was the answer he had thought about alone all night and all day.

The Lord was the Lord, and the Minister was the Minister. The Minister had the obligation to meet the Lord's requirements,

But between morality and the Lord's orders,

He had to compromise completely unconditionally,

He could not do it.

To him..,

The Lord was a very, very, very important person,

But even so, he could not go against his heart.

"Is it too much?

... "

The night wind blew, and the gray hair swayed in the air.

Cut Long Hasebe's stiff lips curled into a mocking smile. "Perhaps it's too much for you …"

The other Yamamochi Kokuhiro he knew was just as honest, strong, and beautiful. No matter how painful and sad she seemed, she always believed that the light would eventually come.

Their natures were pure and kind. From the very beginning, they belonged to two different worlds.

"Yamamochi, all of this has nothing to do with the Lord.

This … is my choice. "

He remembered the innocent face of The Inquisitor as she slept soundly in front of him. Even if it was only for a moment of peace and warmth, he would do anything of his own accord.

The Divine Inquisitor was the only piece of driftwood that floated out of his storm-ravaged world.

He knew that it was wrong, but the bottomless bottom of the ocean was too cold and too lonely. What right did those who did not feel what he felt have to criticize his weakness?

"You …"

The blond blade bit his lip angrily and watched Cut Long Hasebe unilaterally give up on the conversation and take a step forward. The anger in his heart burned so fast that it was unbelievable.

He clicked his tongue and threw the towel to the ground. He shouted angrily at the man's back,

"Cut Long Hasebe, your self-abandonment look is too ugly!!!"

"Since you're still alive, since you haven't broken the blade, it's not the end. Why do you treat yourself like this?!"

A shadow flashed in front of him.

A tall and strong shadow shrouded him, and a thick and powerful arm grabbed his neck. Following that, there was a cold and rotten smell. "Tell me, are you really not afraid of looking like this?"

He sneered. His original facial features were distorted, and his purple eyes emitted a strange cold light. For a moment, he looked like those monsters that Yamamochi killed.

"…" The fingers on his neck made it difficult for Yamamochi to breathe. He tried to push the man's body with his hand, but the thing he touched was as hard as a rock, like a huge barrier. He tried to move it, but it did not move at all.

"I'm afraid that one day … I won't be able to hold back and kill you …"

The demonic half-monster enjoyed his helplessness and fear. He sneered condescendingly, then he let go of his hand and left without looking back.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro sat on the ground and coughed.

…

…

Turning back to the present, under the gaze of The Inquisitor, Cut Long Hasebe used his fingers to stir the waves in front of him. He blinked a few times and whispered, "Reversal … I've never heard of such a precedent."

"You haven't heard of it before, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Even if it didn't exist before, it doesn't mean it won't happen in the future."

Ji Kai said in a tongue-twister, using such words to express his dissatisfaction.

This Vibrating Blade was good in every way. He liked his appearance and body. Although he was not as fun to tease as Yamamochi, he was still obedient. However, this kind of discouraged and passive mode of waiting for death was a bit unlikable.

When they first met, he was kind enough to ask about his injuries, but he replied, "As long as you don't die."

Such a sarcastic remark. After his dark fall, he did not even ask about his own condition. Although he was obediently receiving treatment, he kept his mouth shut, as if there was no tomorrow left for him.

Ji Kai admitted that he had lost to him in terms of patience.

He sighed and decided not to beat around the bush, "I may not be able to reverse your dark fall, but I can still guarantee that I can stop it from happening."

"You should have also noticed … when my spiritual energy entered your body, the pain it brought to you was immense.

I guess this should be the reason why the dark aura in your body and my spiritual energy are mutually exclusive.

I can help you clean it up once a day to stop it from spreading. In the long run, it may gradually wither and disappear.

However, it is more likely that they are used to this state of balance and will stay in your body forever. "

"Of course, I can also give you a complete 'clean-up' on a large scale.

This has a certain risk. Judging from your current level of acceptance, I don't know what the result will be.

There is a possibility that you will return to your original state. There is also a possibility that you won't be able to withstand the blade breaking halfway … "

"I don't want the latter to happen.

Therefore, before I find a foolproof plan, I can only trouble you to stay in this state … "

"However, before that, we can try to increase the frequency of treatment.

See if there are any new changes … "

After blabbering on and on about what he wanted to say, Ji Kai felt much more comfortable.

In the real world with social scores, the citizens had to receive the so-called "elite education" when they were born. A qualified, high-quality middle class person was not allowed to ignore the feelings of others and talk endlessly.

Ji Kai had treated Cut Long Hasebe in this way at the beginning.

He waited patiently and led the conversation … But even if he had all kinds of skills, he was at his wit's end when it came to someone who did not like to talk and had been avoiding communication.

In his field of vision, the gray-haired blade was stunned by his words. He subconsciously looked over, but his expression was blank and his eyes were blank.

After a long while, The Inquisitor saw his eyeballs move, followed by his eyebrows, lips, and finally his body.

He stood up.

Can't you give me a hint … Ji Kai complained and covered his eyes.

The sound of water splashing could be heard. In the pool, Fu Mourning God, who was originally a distance away from him, took the initiative to approach him.

Wait a minute!

Isn't this too close?!

When the black-haired young man opened his eyes, he found that the gray-haired blade was almost touching him.

No, it was almost hugging him!

Ji Kai subconsciously wanted to distance himself, but before he could move, Cut Long Hasebe, who had evolved into a "tall and strong person," had already opened his arms and hugged The Inquisitor tightly, drowning him in his own muscles.

"Thank you …"

He said softly. His body was trembling slightly as he hugged her.

Ji Kai's heart skipped a beat, and his previous resentment immediately dissipated without a trace.

"Well … actually …" Ji Kai grabbed his waist and let go of him, who was about to suffocate. In the dense steam, he said with a smirk, "We can start the second treatment of the day now."

So, when the Fu Mourning God in the other pool put on their bathrobes and moved to play Go with Takashi Jinto and the others, The Inquisitor and Cut Long Hasebe stayed alone.

When strange sounds came from the open-air hot spring to the next room, everyone's reactions were different.

Takashi Jinto was the first to blush. They looked at each other and continued to play Go without saying anything.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga threw peanuts into his mouth and explained, "The Inquisitor is giving Hasebe a hand massage."

This Pill's terrible soundproofing made Gokusen Kanazane very embarrassed. He had to quickly explain to the guests what "hand massage" meant.

Half an hour later, Granny Mountain Qie Guoguang appeared outside the hot spring. She handed a dry towel to Hasegawa, whose legs were soft and couldn't stand steadily, and let him wipe his body.

The Inquisitor ignored his valet and said to Hasebe, "Come to my room when you're done." Then he put on his bathrobe and left first.

He avoided the brightly lit hall on the first floor where chess was still being played. Instead, he took a small path back to the room on the second floor. He took out the game communicator from the drawer and dialed Zhousen's number.

"Hey, is the party over?"

After a while, Zhou Sen picked up. At the same time, there were all kinds of noisy background sounds and the director's scolding of the other staff.

"It's over."

Ji Kai collapsed on the bed. Although he slept for most of the day, he did work several times in the remaining half of the day. He was tired now. "… For the next few days, help me keep an eye on Wei Tao. I probably won't go over."

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What's the matter? Are you going to move to the Dance of Swords?

The Kaikai I know is not the kind of person who forgets his old love when he has a new one … "

"…" The black-haired young man rolled his eyes speechlessly. After thinking about it, he decided to be honest. "I can't see Wei Tao recently.

If I see him again, I think I might … No, I'm sure I will sleep with him. "

"Damn!"

"Aren't you back to normal?!

And that's your brother, brother!

You told me that yourself!

Although abnormal love between brothers is beautiful, and I don't object, but you said to keep a distance from him … "

"I know!

So didn't I say we won't see each other again?!! "Ji Kai's veins were bulging. He shouted at the other side, his tone was also angry.

"…"

"… I'm sorry …" Ji Kai rubbed between his eyebrows. "I think I need to rest."

He hung up the phone and fell on the bed with his arms and legs spread out.

The moonlight was very bright and quiet. It shone in through the window, but it could not calm his anxious heart.

This feeling was very similar to the early stage of his excitement.

But Ji Kai knew that it was different this time.

In the past, whenever he had insufficient energy and overthought, his rationality would disappear without a trace.

His mind was only filled with violence and sex.

Those were the things he liked. From his hair to every cell, they were clamoring and yearning for them.

But now, his rationality was still in his mind.

However, rationality and sensibility had started a silent separation process.

After the process was over, it was hard to say how much control he could have over this body.

In order to avoid this result, he had two choices.

Avoid all incentives … He had not found out what the incentives were yet.

… How about drinking poison to quench his thirst?

Soothing his restless heart a little?

He blinked and quickly made a decision.

*

Tarō Tarō spread the quilt and was about to turn off the lights when someone knocked on his door.

"It's me."

Tarō Tarō opened the paper door. A slender young man stood outside the door with a quilt in his arms and looked up at him. "Can I sleep with you, Tarō?"

"Yes."

Almost without hesitation, Taitō welcomed The Inquisitor in and took the quilt from him.

He spread out the quilt and was about to spread it on the floor when he realized that the other party did not bring a mattress.