[Crossover] Your Fatherly Love Is Like a Landslide

[As soon as you wake up, you find yourself in a dark room. Judging from the design, it should be a basement. You are slumped on the bed, with thick iron chains cuffed around your ankles. It is obvious that thoughts are attached to them. It is basically impossible to break free from your current situation. When you were in a coma, you were drugged and couldn't exert any strength. In order to prevent you from hiding anything on your body, your clothes were stripped off. Of course, you didn't care, but all you could do was lie down and regain your strength. You remembered that Chrollo had set up various traps in the room in order to catch you. Because of the weakness of this body and the unfamiliarity with him, you accidentally fell into the trap and inhaled the powerful drug and fainted. This son of a bitch, he's really itchy after not being beaten for a long time, and he actually dares to take revenge on your father. You thought viciously. "Click" Just when you were thinking about how to solve it, there was the sound of unlocking the door. Chrollo opened the door and walked in with a bright smile on his face, obviously in a good mood. He walked slowly to your side, looking down at you with a smile, admiring his masterpiece, and little flowers seemed to be floating on his head. Your eyes are full of murderous intent and you don't show weakness, even though you have killed him thousands of times in your heart. But you can only stare like this and cannot take any actual action. "Mineral water, you are always so stubborn, stay with me obediently, let me take care of you, and always look at me alone, isn't that good?" Chrollo gently stroked your face with his hand, slowly sliding it along the lines of your cheeks to your neck. You have never been so close to someone, and you are obviously not used to it. You feel a little uneasy when your vital points are touched, and you seem to have noticed that he does not seem to want to retaliate against you as you thought. You don't understand his intentions. "I've liked you for a long time, but you always couldn't understand me. You almost took me out of that garbage dump, but you suddenly pulled away, making it hard for me to find you." Chrollo paused, and then showed an even crazier smile. "You never stay with me well, so I can only trap you like this. Only in this way, you belong to me, and I alone." You feel a little confused. Is this son stupid? Like yourself? I'm afraid I'm not a masochist. Maybe your cold expression irritated him, so he grabbed your wrist and dragged you into his arms...] The writing is scummy, all based on imagination. If it is ooc, please forgive me.

A passerby's comment was so depressing that I had to rewrite the next dozen chapters. My gentleness is very expensive. If you don't like this article, just leave. The author is more irritable than mineral water and punches away any annoying and confused speech. In short, those who have seen it can re-watch it. The foreshadowing and character design have been completely changed. The real name of the protagonist Mineral Water has also been changed. One body and two gods have also been changed, and killing one's husband and attaining enlightenment have also changed. If you want to take a look, wait a minute, I will update it immediately, the grumpy jpg, the only good thing is that Tanaka-kun's text has also been improved.

The desire to survive is engraved in DNA~

Red lock warning, hahahaha, I really can't write it, giao, it's not even that subtle, forget it, hahahaha

The ashes of the person who offended him have been scattered for 800 years, and the age is still kept secret. What is the background of the protagonist?

The leader is so brave (￣▽￣)~*

Madge: I got it. I got it.

The little boy is disobedient? Just give it a good beating! Still disobedient? Give it a few more blows (bad smile:-D)

Father beats up Xiao Tongzi

The system robbed the mineral water of Osamu Dazai's body, but the mineral water still looks like Chrollo? The system commits suicide and gives him three minutes of silence (gloating over his misfortune).