Original God, looking for the heart

"Are you sure that what you mentioned can help Dao Wife?"

"Perhaps you have to go there in person to know." Mo Bei also held a bunch of dumplings in his hand, "Just like desserts, if you don't go to the store, how will you know whether there are new flavors and whether they suit your appetite. "

Lei Jingqing looked at the dumplings in his hands, and it was obviously no different from before. It wasn't until she took a hesitant bite that she realized there was something special inside.

It's heart-warming, sweet but not greasy.

I have locked myself away for so long that I didn’t even try the new dumplings.

"Son of God, he didn't even bring me any new products." Lei Qianqiu complained softly, "Sure enough, it's much easier to have desserts than to dwell on eternity here."

The chilling atmosphere finally eased, and Lei Movie agreed to Mo Bei's request. At least, she will try to "go out" and witness the people under "eternity" with her own eyes.

……

——Inazuma, behind Narukami Taisha Shrine——

The carrier of Fenghong came to a sword tomb and poured a sip of turbid wine for the broken sword. Then, place the Eye of God that once burst out with light in front of the broken sword.

If a friend is buried here, the bells of the shrine will surely bless him.

After waving his sleeves, the young wanderer turned and left, leaving only a patch of maple red falling.

On the other side, Mo Bei tracked the aura of the holder of the Eye of God through "Zhu Yue". When he arrived, he saw the dim Eye of God lying quietly next to the broken sword.

"Trouble." After a long time, he activated "Zhu Yue" to turn it into a magic weapon. Mo Bei controlled the wind to hold up the Eye of God. The crystal in the center rotated, and a trace of breath split from it and penetrated into the object.

"Construct."

The dark red of the candle dragon's scales was faintly visible in the eyes, and a wormhole opened on the side of the Eye of God.

The sound of rustling leaves brings with it the chirping of seagulls in the distance, which seems to be the prelude to homecoming. The thunder elements climbed up to the top of the sacred cherry tree and gathered at the crown.

"Boom!"

A hand stretched out from the wormhole and instantly grasped the Eye of God. The boy was finally able to reveal his body. Her fluffy blond hair was tied into a high ponytail, and there was a scar across the bridge of her slightly straight nose. Mo Bei looked at it and felt that the red on the clothes was as fierce as fire.

The other party casually touched the Eye of God to his waist and hung it firmly. The lightning gradually awakened, and the moment the boy opened his eyes, a visible electric current burst out from the Eyes of God. Those eyes were a high-spirited purple.

The friend's right hand took out the long sword from his waist, clasped the sword with his thumb, and bowed to Mo Bei at a forty-five degree angle. Mo Bei also bowed in return, reminding him that he only had a day and a half.

"That's enough." The other party hooked up the purple scarf around his neck and bent down to pick up the fallen maple leaves.

——Inazuma, Hachi Island——

The originally clear sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds. Whether it's a low-flying bird or a dull gust of wind, Manyo knows it's going to rain - or a lot of it. But he only had a bamboo hat on him, and there was no place to rest around.

However, how can wanderers who travel around fear the erosion of rain? As a baptism, it is good to meditate and calm your mind.

The wind changed slightly, and they whispered softly on Wanyo's side, pointing out a path.

After pushing aside the overgrown weeds and cutting off the thorns blocking the road, there is a low house behind the dark willows and flowers.

Manyo approached, reaching out and knocking on the door carefully.

There was no echo in the house.

However, the etiquette taught by his father since he was a child has always been kept in mind by Manyo. Even though there was no one in the room, he whispered: "Excuse me."

……

Towards evening, the rain really started. The woods were already quiet at night, and the heavy rain made the world plunge into darkness.

In a hut on the mountainside, a lamp covered in oil stains was glowing faintly. Not bright, but very warm in the dark night. Under the light, the white-haired prodigal son was carefully wiping the knife in his hand.

Wanyo likes the world after the rain, which makes people more awake. In the past, he might have taken out a piece of rough paper and composed a poem with pen and ink... But tonight's rain may not allow people to calm down.

The prodigal son held his knife in his arms and fell asleep with his back against the wall.

……

"Tap-tat"...the sound of footsteps treading water gradually approached, but was washed away by the sound of rain. Until the other party pushed the door open and made a "squeak-" sound.

When the door opened, no one was seen.

"Strange, he should be here."

"Shh!"

A cold knife was pressed against the opponent's neck: "I wonder why you insist on getting closer?"

The other party just chuckled and praised: "You are worthy of being the one who blocked Wu Xiang's sword. Even if you can't see it, you can also pinpoint the enemy's weak point so neatly..."

"I'm sorry." The fierce whirlwind gathered at the tip of the knife, and Wan Ye asked again, "The reason for your approach."

"Stab!" The thunderstorm cast a tragic light.

In this thunder light, Wan Ye took the opportunity to see the man's face clearly.

"...(friend's name)."

You can’t go wrong!

He will never forget this face! !

……