【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"I used elemental power to shape you and the bamboo hat."

The girl smiled and poked the two round, cool heads with her fingertips:

"Because it is made with elemental power, it won't melt even if put into ordinary fire."

Zhaixiacha held the two little heads in his hands, his heart filled with uncontrollable joy. His voice was faintly excited, yet with a calmness that pretended to be mature:

"Then, doesn't it mean that this thing will exist forever?"

The girl nodded, thought about it, and shook her head again:

"Not exactly. If a fire or lightning force stronger than mine attacks it, they will disappear. There is also a possibility that my elemental force disappears completely, and it will also disappear."

As for when the elemental power will completely disappear——

About the time of death?

She won't die anyway.

Zhai Xiacha's expression gradually became serious, and he stared at the thing in his hand with burning eyes. Finally, with an inexplicable sense of mission, he nodded:

"I will protect them well."

Zhaixiacha paused;

"And a bamboo hat."

The bamboo hat at the foot of the bed meowed in a very human way, then jumped lightly onto the girl's bed, curled up in a corner beside the girl's legs, and made a tiny snoring sound from its throat.

"Pfft."

The girl laughed out loud:

"The hat said she will protect you well too."

-

Gradually moving away from the "cocoon", the noise in the wanderer's head finally subsided.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

The wanderer raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face and turned to look in the direction of the "cocoon".

There is no need to guess, the girl will be affected more than him.

But if she knew about this, she would probably come over shouting about "responsibility" and "world".

...But if you keep delaying, you will eventually be discovered.

The wanderer looked down at his hands.

If only those who are related to the earth veins are qualified to solve this matter - he is not completely without this power.

The wanderer gritted his teeth, turned around, and walked towards the "cocoon" again.

He is good at taking risks.

But he is not good at letting his lover take risks.

In the gloomy cave without sunlight, the stone walls were wet and the mist on the cave ceiling gathered and slowly condensed into a drop of water, which fell into the black and purple ground due to gravity.

It was dark purple, like a puddle of mud, wriggling, as if something was struggling to escape from the mud before drowning.

This rich purple flows - like life?

Or rather, it is death that has not yet left.

Finally, a gray arm struggled out from the purple, and the delicate palm slapped in the stickiness, groping and searching, as if trying to find a fulcrum that could support it.

"Wind blows!"

A turquoise wind blade accurately hit the arm. Without a doubt, the arm lost its movement and fell into a pool of mud. Then -

It melted away.

“What the hell!…!”

Before the wanderer got close, he saw that the place where the arm had melted began to wriggle violently again. This time he had no time to react. A large mass of sediment rushed together and gathered into a size as tall as a person. The facial features gradually emerged from the smooth sediment, like a mask, but extremely strange.

The wanderer felt his scalp tingling as he watched the scene. His body reacted faster than his brain:

"Don't save ants!"

A vortex of wind rolled around the silt, and the silt was rolled into small pieces of slime. However, the moment it fell, it continued to merge with other silt and "grow" - that thing had already grown into a somewhat human shape.

The first facial feature that comes to mind is the lips.

It was a pair of lips with extremely beautiful lines. Even though the lips were pale and the corners of the mouth were stiffly stretched into a straight line, it could be seen that they were extremely beautiful lips, with moderate thickness. The first thing that appeared was a round lip bead.

At the same time, this is also a pair of lips that the wanderer is extremely familiar with.

With the appearance of the lips, the tip of the nose and the bridge of the nose also emerged from the plane, and finally, the closed eyes.

When those eyes slowly opened, even the wanderer couldn't help but take two steps back.

How...how could this happen?

How come, they are exactly the same...

No, not exactly.

Those bright blue eyes, always, no matter which angle the light came from, even if the person had just woken up, would sparkle with a gem-like brilliance.

But at this moment, there was no light in those eyes. Although the colors were bright, they were covered with dust, like an old house.

Lifeless, dull, lifeless.

These things never happen to her.

When the snow-white completely covered the deep purple that was almost black, the lips began to open and close.

At the same time, the noise that had just died down in the wanderer's mind began to sound again.

This time, it was clear, simple, and bewitching, and it matched the rhythm of the lips:

"Kill, kill, kill—"

kill?

Who to kill?

who--?

What emerged in my mind, overlaid with murderous intent, was a face that was exactly the same as the one in front of me, but more vivid and lively.

who--!

If there was a third person, they would notice that the wanderer's eyes were red and his whole body was trembling, but he didn't notice it.

"He who deserves to be killed——"

"He, mother, it's you--!"

The entire cave was filled with green light, and even the stone walls were shaking. Deep in the cave, there seemed to be the sound of gravel hitting each other. The gray-white man standing in the center swayed left and right with the ground, like a lifeless puppet swaying in the strong wind, being manipulated, squeezed, destroyed, broken into pieces, and finally turned into a pool of mud.

"Ha ha......"

The wanderer held his neck, looked at the darkness at his feet, and gasped.

His body - to be precise, the place where the divine pattern was - was burning, so hot that it was painful, as if something was burning him.

Is it over, then?

He wasn't sure.

He wasn't even sure whether this thing had "life" or whether it had the concept of "killing".

It hurt so much, it really hurt so much that even a puppet with dull senses like him could hardly bear it.

This pain seemed not to be entirely in the flesh, but rather like countless sharp thorns piercing from the soul into the body.

The wanderer took a few steps back and leaned against the stone wall, but his eyes were fixed on the puddle of silt, fearing that it would repeat its old tricks.

A dead silence.

Although I can't believe that this matter has been resolved like this -

But the fact seems to be true.

It's time to go back and cook.

So he turned his back and walked away.

Just as the footsteps disappeared, the pool of silt began to move like small waves of the tide on the sea.