Original God, looking for the heart

Even before he opened his eyes, the skirmisher smelled the fragrance of flowers. Light, like a piece of ink on paper.

When the hands covering him were released, the soldier slowly opened his eyes.

He saw flowers blooming on the grass. Forget-me-nots are crawling all over this land. Although the flowers are small, they bloom generously in the wind and the sun.

Obviously, this place was burned down and nothing was left.

The scene in front of me was like a fantasy.

The warm feeling spread to the palm of my hand. Don't think too much, it's Mo Bei's hand.

The skirmisher spread his fingers, and the other party spread his hands very obediently and put them up. With just one click, the entire palm can be clasped.

And the touch and temperature of the intertwined fingers had become a panacea to soothe him before he knew it.

"I miss home. Ah San, come with me to have a look, okay?"

"...We can't... now..." The skirmisher stood there, thinking of some excuse that would be better to excuse him.

Mo Bei pointed to a certain place: "Why, isn't it right there?"

The skirmisher moved his eyes slightly dully. Looking in the direction Mo Bei pointed, he caught a glimpse of a sharp corner.

"Are you really not going to take a look?" Mo Bei blinked innocently, then smiled, "Maybe there will be a surprise?"

The skirmishers understood and Mo Bei held his hand and led the way.

Although the scenery on the road is different from a hundred years ago, they can always find some traces of the "past".

But now, they all stopped talking and walked quietly towards the sharp corner.

Remember that night with the stars following behind? The puppet takes his bird and listens to stories from afar.

Perhaps because he was eager to go home, Mo Bei's steps quickened. The last sea breeze blew through the sea of ​​flowers, causing the bells hanging on the side of the straggler to jingle.

"Home" was right in front of him, but Mo Bei stopped. He turned around and threw himself into the arms of the skirmisher.

Mo Bei had been looking forward to the first hug after returning home for a long time...so long that he even doubted whether he would have the time and opportunity to realize it.

The look between the two made the atmosphere sweet, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky a warm red. When the leaves begin to rustle, or when a wild goose calls, the distance between the two becomes closer.

Mo Bei looked away shyly, and was gently picked up and kissed on the cheek by the soldier. The two people's taste blended together... Unfortunately, his current taste was blood, which was not very good.

Slightly lowered eyes, eyelashes trembling slightly. The waist is hugged tightly, which is exchanged for the other party's demands... and even aggression.

Mo Bei is not the only one who gets excited by blood~

"Tired...~gu..." Mo Bei gently pushed the stragglers with both hands, and then he was able to rest, "Haha, it happens like this every time... What should I do in the future..."

He muttered softly, seeming to be dissatisfied with the other party's excessive behavior.

However, Mo Bei still chose to hug the straggler and whispered in his ear: "It's time to go home."

……

——Night, stepping on tar sand——

Mo Bei washed his body and nestled comfortably on the bed. In his belly was the fish soup carefully cooked by the soldiers, which made his whole body warm.

Of course, it would be perfect if there was one more thing beside me. Just as he was thinking of this, the other corner of the quilt was pulled. The purple furry thing got in and wrapped Mo Bei in his arms.

The feeling of air flowing across his neck made him itch.

The moon is as bright as water. Mo Bei was so teased that he subconsciously hugged the other person's neck. With just such a torment, the remaining physical energy bar was completely consumed. Mo Bei was so tired that he couldn't even raise his eyelids: "I was so scared when I faced the general..."

The skirmisher felt that Mo Bei was digging into his arms when he said these words. The little guy even put his legs on himself, as if he were a doll.

His hand gently patted Mo Bei's back. Just when the soldier was about to say a few words of comfort, he found that the other party's eyes had gently closed and his breathing had become steady.

He was worried that too many words would disturb the other party, so he just left a kiss on Mo Bei's forehead and whispered: "Good night."

--late at night--

"Hot...uncomfortable..." Mo Bei woke up due to the abnormal temperature. His eyes stayed on the skirmisher, between the soft neck. Almost subconsciously, he came closer and sniffed the other person's breath greedily, "It smells good, it smells good..."

Mo Bei seemed to be able to see the blood vessels hidden under the fair skin, and the blood flowed thinly.

"Gudu.——!!!" So hungry!

He pinched his neck violently, trying to wake himself up through the pain.

"It must be because I used too much power today...!"

Mo Bei has experienced the pain of falling into a bloodthirsty state, the helplessness of reason being swallowed up by instinct. So, he got out of bed, "I need to leave for a while."

When the footsteps faded away, the skirmisher opened his eyes.

——Treading on tar sand——

In the forest, a group of perched birds suddenly flapped their wings and flew into the night with a startled scream.

The skirmishers followed the bird's flight path to its source.

A wild boar fell to the ground, blood gurgling from the wound on its belly. And the person standing next to the wild boar is Mo Bei.

Hunters have always hated being disturbed while eating, and the same is true for Mobei now. He stared directly at the skirmishers, looking extremely fierce.

"Ta" "Ta" The skirmishers were not afraid and walked towards Mobei step by step. Mo Bei then stepped back step by step until he was leaning against a tree, his nails digging into the bark.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why didn't you tell me." The skirmisher recalled the information he had read about Mo Bei, which clearly stated that the target was bloodthirsty.

"There is a strong desire for blood at a certain period, and the danger level increases at the same time."

So, are you hungry?

The skirmisher put his hands behind his back, and a crystal purple knife suddenly appeared in his palm. Just one moment, blood flowed from the mouth. He stretched out his hand, palm facing up, and let the blood drip down from the gaps between his fingertips.

Mo Bei gritted his teeth and stared at the blood drops hanging upside down on the back of the skirmisher's hand. Every time I stare at a drop of blood until it falls, my pupils can't help but shrink.

"Ha-" Mo Bei looked like he wanted to pounce on him, but he could only rely on his remaining sense to pinch his neck.

"despair"

The skirmisher took a step back, but the gesture of reaching out remained unchanged. Seeing this, Mo Bei followed closely. So the skirmisher simply turned around and ran out of the woods. Sure enough, Mo Bei followed him, faster than him.

It imitates the scene of prey escaping and lures predators to take the bait. What he wants is this effect!

The lights in front of him became more and more obvious, and he successfully led Mo Bei back home.

The moment both of them entered the door, the skirmisher jumped up and somersaulted, locking the door.

"Boom!"

Mo Bei pressed his shoulders directly against the door panel.

I thought that Mo Bei could not help but let out some of his true nature, but he never thought that he just gritted his teeth and let out a low roar, and after getting close to him a few times, he struggled to raise his head.

It seems that the stimulation is not enough. The skirmisher raised his hand and touched Mo Bei's lips with his bloody fingertips.

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