Original God, looking for the heart

Mo Bei had a gloomy face and went straight to the store.

Boss: "This guest, what do you need?"

"liquor."

"Okay, we have dandelion wine, apple cider, and cherry blossom wine here - this is the wine we finally got from Inazuma. Which one do you like best?"

"Strong liquor. Ask for the strongest one."

"Oh, that wine is not something ordinary people can bear..."

"To sell or not to sell."

"Please wait a moment," the boss turned around and took out a bottle of gorgeously packaged wine from the counter. "Produced in Liyue, brewed from Qingce Village rice, decorated with pure heart and glass bags. If you are pursuing degree, then This one couldn’t be more suitable.”

"Yeah. Okay." Mo Bei paid Mo La, "Put it on."

"Okay, please go slowly." The boss smiled and handed over the carefully packaged goods and sent Mo Bei out.

"Huh--" Looking at the retreating figure, the boss let out a long breath. He was quite frightened by Mo Bei just now. How do you think such beautiful eyes cast such a cold gaze?

——Xumi, Teaching Order——

The light blue wallpaper decorated the entire room like the sky, which was Mo Bei's favorite color. The light outside the window gradually dimmed, and the sky returned to the dim yellow of a few days ago. Red like blood, dreamlike.

He leaned against the wall, slid down and sat down on the ground.

Holding one hand on the wall, Mo Bei realized that his legs were limp when he wanted to stand up. Perhaps it had already become like this when he saw the skirmisher with many test tubes inserted into his body. It's just that he didn't allow himself to fall down at that time.

The wind blade tore open the outer packaging of the spirit, revealing the gorgeous bottle.

There is no need for too many movements, just a look, and the wine will overflow from the mouth of the bottle on its own. Mo Bei lowered his eyes and took a small sip.

hot.

He stuck out his tongue, and his throat felt stinging. The taste was like swallowing a ball of liquid fire, and finally the whole stomach was churning.

"...it tastes bad. A little -"

The effects of alcohol have not yet been exerted. At the end, I tasted a hint of the pure heart and glass bag taste that the boss said.

"Why do you all like to drink when you are unhappy..." Mo Bei complained, not knowing who started it, "Drinking this kind of wine is obviously a kind of torture..."

"…torture."

Yes, it is a kind of torture. It seems that people tend to torture themselves when they are unhappy. For example, he doesn't eat, doesn't sleep... and even wants to die... Then this strong drink must be just one of the thousands of tortures.

Although he didn’t drink much, the amount should not be underestimated.

"Gudu" the Adam's apple slid slightly, and another mouthful was taken.

Mo Bei held his stomach, his body felt so hot that it felt like it was melting. He felt uncomfortable, his sky-blue eyes were filled with mist, and even his eyelashes were stained with a little mist.

"...I'm sorry, I missed you."

——Teaching House, secret room——

The doll sleeping in the container seemed to feel something, its eyelashes trembled slightly, as if it was about to open its eyes.

——Jiaolingyuan, Mobei Room——

The young man slumped on the ground huddled up, his head was dizzy, and his stomach was burning with strong alcohol: "I still feel uncomfortable..."

Wouldn't it be much better to transfer the pain from the heart to the body? It was only then that he remembered the bottle of wine and was eager to take a third sip.

"Do you do this to yourself when I'm not around?"

"Ah San!" Under the influence of alcohol, Mo Bei's face looked like a cooked shrimp. He heard the sound of skirmishers and looked for the source in a blur - finally, he saw a gray shadow.

It seems that she is not his Asan.

"What are you thinking about...he's not here..."

Xuying frowned: "Who?"

"You don't need to know. But your voice is very similar to his - is it the latest projection technology developed by Xumi? In this case, it wouldn't be surprising if I heard his voice."

"..." The soldier was silent. He knew that Mo Bei was just drunk now and could not really recognize him. Forget it, let's get him off the ground first.

The energy contained in the phantom is not much, but there is no problem in contacting some real objects.

Who would have expected that just when the skirmisher reached out to pick up Mo Bei from the ground, the other party slapped his hand away with a dissatisfied expression.

"I don't need your help...go away." After saying that, he shrank up and bared his teeth at the other party - like a fox defending himself.

The skirmishers couldn't care less, and skillfully used the princess's arms to send Mo Bei back to bed: "I'm so drunk that I still want to drink."

After hearing that he was criticized by "virtual technology", Mo Bei was not to be outdone: "You know what...it's just a technology that imitates him. But I...hurt him...If it weren't for me, if I didn't make my own decision...I would be a disaster , a disaster that affects the people around you... Hahahaha."

"Sure enough, I shouldn't be... alive. When I jumped into the water, I was so good... I shouldn't have stayed and harmed more people..."

"Diving? What is he talking about?" The skirmisher frowned and held the opponent's wrist.

"Let go...!" The wind blew in the room and rolled up the arranged papers.

The skirmisher put his forehead against the opponent's to help him get rid of the influence of alcohol: "What did you see?"

"My only family... He looks so painful..." Mo Bei sobbed and couldn't help it.

It is not difficult to speculate that Mo Bei must have seen the state of his transformation. Damn it, how could he go to that place! The person who leaked the secret had better pray that it doesn't fall into his hands.

Outside the window, the weather changed with the mood of the skirmishers, and a few dark clouds appeared. After a while, the roar of thunder can be heard.

After calling Xumi, Mobei was in a special situation. This kind of thunder and lightning will obviously only intensify the other party's fear.

The skirmishers hugged Mo Bei and adjusted the flow of breath and power. The thunder gradually subsided, and he deliberately imitated the sound of his heartbeat in his chest.

"Dong Dong" and "Dong Dong" are calm and powerful.

Mo Bei was soothed by the voice, and his frown relaxed.

"How about becoming my disciple."

"Asan? Of course." After some soothing, Mo Bei was already feeling sleepy. He fell on the other side and murmured softly: "Asan...has always been my god."

Only then did Shibing understand the reason why he could condense his consciousness in advance. Maybe someone sent him the first power from the moment he accepted the transformation and gained the power to absorb faith.

Soon, he will ascend to a new throne. People or monsters who have hurt them will pay a heavy price.

They are believers now, and they will be dependents in the future... Time cannot take away the lives of the two of them. Together, they sail towards the other side of eternity——

"I will not break the promise I made to you -"

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