Original God, looking for the heart

"Zhu Yue" blocked Azar's screams very well.

The skirmishers walked up to Mo Bei and kicked Azar away mercilessly. "Annoying bug. If you want to keep your vocal cords, keep your mouth shut."

Mo Bei held the milk cup, ripples appeared in the cup.

"Are you scared?" The soldier thought to himself, opening his arms to the dazed boy, "Come here, I'm here."

The young man moved his eyes and smiled. He hooked the moon's gauze and fell into the arms of the gods like a butterfly under the silver light.

"What... shouldn't be like this!" Azar, who was lying on the ground, could only roar in his heart as he looked at the scene in front of him, his hands burning but numb. He was surprised to notice that no blood came out of the severed wound, as if it was covered by an invisible protective film.

Mo Bei lay in the arms of the skirmisher and smiled politely at Azar: It would be bad if the floor was stained.

"Don't look." A white hand fell into his sight, and Mo Bei's eyes were gently covered by the skirmisher. His voice sounded like he was coaxing a child.

The harvested dreams continuously flow into the void terminal, and after processing, flow into the doll's body through the dark purple conduit. In the darkness, there was a chess piece wrapped in lightning. The fragile body of the doll, the tubes are like the lines that spread out after the wings of a butterfly are spread out.

Void Terminal…the wearer’s heart…

Azar felt hairy all over his body. He raised his head and met the menacing gaze of the straggler.

God can and needs to hear the voices of his people. Only in this way can we be given the opportunity to realize our wishes, as well as the opportunity to kill those who disobey.

His voice is very noisy. Like mosquitoes surrounding me, buzzing constantly.

Through the void terminal, the skirmishers had a silent conversation with Azar.

"No, you can't do this! God doesn't need emotions, you have been bewitched by him!" As soon as he connected with the other party's voice, he heard the other party spit out a pile of nonsense.

"When will it be your turn to advise me on my decision? You are just useful to me."

"Damn it, you're not afraid of losing me and losing the support of the Order..."

"Oh? Is it just like this?" The skirmisher laughed contemptuously, "It's just a chess piece responsible for covering up. Ha~ You don't think that you really have the ability to threaten - I don't mind more An obedient puppet."

"You!..." The void terminal worn by Azar's ear began to flicker, flickering in and out of deep purple. The sage's consciousness was forcibly occupied, and he fell down as soon as he rolled his eyes.

The skirmisher's consciousness was also in a daze, and it didn't feel good to forcefully use it just after gaining new power. Now, we still have to deal with Azar's hand-tsk, if it weren't for the trouble of electing a new sage, the one lying on the ground now would not be human.

Mo Bei put his hands on the soldiers' arms and gently moved them down: "Is he fainting?"

The soldier held his forehead and held Mo Bei's hand: "Don't worry about him, I will take you back."

"Ah San, I want to see if I can take his hand back."

"No need. There will be a dedicated person in charge later."

"But if I can learn it, I can help more in the future."

"I wouldn't ask that of you."

"But it's so tiring to keep his wounds from bleeding all the time..." Mo Bei pretended to be dizzy due to excessive use of elemental power, "Just let me quickly connect his hand~"

The stragglers had no choice but to agree obediently. Forget it, if you don’t get it right, just cut it again. It really doesn’t work... just train a group of people.

Mo Bei held the rag on the table and wrapped it around one of Azar's fingers, lifting the entire broken palm. Aiming at the broken part of the arm, he connected them.

Elemental affinity is always good most of the time. The blood vessels, skin and flesh are quickly joined under the catalysis. Mo Bei looked calm, as if he had not been frightened——

To be precise, there is none.

The wind told him as early as the great sage approached. Otherwise, how could a wind blade cut his hand after being struck by lightning? Sitting on the window and not daring to move, that was just because Mo Bei simply didn't know how to face the sudden appearance of stragglers.

Strangely enough, the gods who are supposed to be able to read the mind are unable to see clearly the "original" heart.

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