Original God, looking for the heart

Guessing the time, it was time to have dinner. Although Mo Bei wanted to continue to struggle with the stragglers like this for a while, his body was already making dissatisfied protests.

"Take you to dinner." The soldier was willing to let go of Mo Bei in his arms and hold his hand.

Maybe it was because he was too stable before, but Mo Bei's face was flushed, and his body seemed to be melting away, and he looked unsteady. If it hadn't been for the support of some skirmishers, he would have slipped down a corner by now.

Although the subordinates were very interested in such an incident and even used poor reasons and excuses to approach the two, they did not dare to get closer after being hit by a sharp knife in the eye by a skirmisher. He was even forced to lower his head when the two passed by.

So much so that the subordinates could only hug each other behind their backs, muttering shiveringly, "The stragglers are so scary."

"My lord~" Mo Bei seemed to have discovered something interesting, "Can I invite you to come and take a walk with me?~"

"Where do you want to go?"

“I want to enjoy the sea breeze”

The same goes for skirmishers. Mo Bei was born in Tatarsha. In human terms, he should have a nostalgia for the sea.

--seaside--

The night wind blows from the land. Cool and a bit dry. The broken hair was disturbed, and Mo Bei quickly held it down with both hands. But the skirmisher was thinking at this moment why he forgot to bring Mo Bei some windproof clothes when he went out. The human body is really fragile - getting sick again is not good.

The waves lay leisurely on the shore and slid into the sea, leaving behind wisps of foam. The moonlight was hazy, and the silvery sky and earth became more mysterious. The special fluorescent algae bred by Inazuma are now blue stars, and the Milky Way in the sky is also bright. I don’t know whether the stars fell into the sea or whether the sea gave birth to stars.

But what is certain is that Mo Bei likes it here very much.

"...Just like that time." The silver-haired boy looked at the sea, and the stars fell into his eyes at this moment. Eyes as blue as the sky are the best carrier of the galaxy.

Mo Bei thought of stepping on the sand. It was the same night when Qingqi was dancing with his sword.

If possible, he would like to reward it once.

The skirmishers saw Mo Bei take out the original flute. The flute has turned yellow and looks like a dead leaf. But he knew that Mo Bei had been protecting the flute. After all, it is not easy for a rough flute to be preserved for more than a hundred years.

"Ah San, can I ask you to dance again?" The young man's eyes were filled with stars, the sea, and stragglers.

Skirmishers would not refuse, nor could they refuse. He held up Mo Bei's chin with one hand and pressed his lips together.

"Just think of it as the reward I receive."

If the purple eyes like Luolan had stars falling into them like those blue pupils, they would be incredibly beautiful.

During the kiss, the skirmisher had already picked up the long sword condensed with thunder in his other hand. This was the first time Mo Bei observed this sword up close. The sword is slender yet sharp, and complex ancient patterns that have never been seen before are carved on the sword, making the entire sword look dignified and elegant.

The rise of the waves is accompanied by the melodious sound of the flute. This voice was like a thread, wrapping up the night. Hundreds of years have not taken away the sound of the flute. Or, it didn't take away the young man's memory of that day.

Even though the puppet boy is no longer called the "Qingqi", his movements are still as gentle as water.

Especially those eyes, so soft that they seemed to blend into the night.

Let go of the past, let go of the obsession that has driven you for hundreds of years, and just listen to the sea, the wind, the waves, and... the flute. He tried hard to recall that time, stepping on the pleasant notes step by step. He raised his head and nodded, and the curtain behind him shook slightly.

"Dingling bell" the bell jingled softly and made a crisp sound.

As if to express the suffering he had experienced for many years, the flute suddenly sounded shrill. It broke the tranquility and opened up the night sky. Like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining.

Following this sudden change of tone, the skirmisher swung his sword fiercely. The rotation of the body caused the sword to dance wildly, and there was the sound of electricity sizzling in the air.

This sadness, this resentment, the pain the two of them have endured for hundreds of years are all reflected in every note. The miserable sound was like a big hole opening in their bodies, and blood gurgling out.

Sword, dancing. The puppet's eyes were once again filled with murderous intent. Every lift and every slash is an invincible attack on evil spirits.

But... this is night, this is his lover. Mo Bei knew that this shouldn't be the case now. After winter comes spring, after bitter comes sweet.

Simply let your thoughts drift to the night sky, and your body and mind will relax.

Thinking of the past day and night, thinking of the company I used to have. The two of them walked together in the fluorescent night sea, admiring the lonely and cold moon...

With the gentle sound of the flute, the focus of the dance is no longer the sword, but the hands. The thunder turned into two folding fans, and the moonlight gathered on the thin fans, shining softly together with the thunder and lightning.

The moment the folding fan danced, the stragglers fell as light as feathers.

At this moment, the bamboo hat pressing on the head and the curtain wrapping the body like black mist seemed to disappear. The cold moon weaves a thin yarn and drape it over the heads of the soldiers.

The moonlight washed away the excessive purple and gave him an elegant white color. The vermilion at the end of the eyes outlines the young man's breathtaking eyes.

Beautiful and soft.

Mo Bei blew selflessly, his sky blue eyes never leaving the skirmishers.

The music tonight belongs only to you, the dance tonight only belongs to you.

Just like the celebration back then, the "Qingqi Zhe" who was a friend danced a solo for him.

At this moment, he is in a charming posture; at this moment, he is the carefree child.

Just like it was back then.

……

The song falls and the dance ends.

Mo Bei fell into the arms of the skirmishers again, smelling the salty sea breeze.

"Tired?"

"Not tired."

"It looks good, I like it."

"If you like it, I can dance again."

Mo Bei's hands wrapped around the straggler's neck, and they stayed close to each other.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Haiji Island - Asan, and our operation will begin."

Although Shanbing was not actually willing to have Mo Bei organize such an event, he knew that Mo Bei would not give up until he fulfilled his original agreement.

He took Mo Bei's hand and kissed the back of his hand, down to his knuckles. His eyes were so deep that he could not see clearly: "I will help you. Including the Fools."

Mo Bei felt the heavy weight of this short promise.

So reassuring.

……