Original God, looking for the heart

——The unknown room——

"You actually have such strength." I don't know how wild the smile under the mask is. "My training is not in vain..."

Scaramucci had no exploitable value, and Dotore decisively changed the target—the original child—Mobei.

The experiments conducted on Scaramucci provided him with valuable experience. In this way, as a "doctor", he has full confidence in creating another god - a god transformed from a human being!

——Jing Liuli Workshop——

Nacida walked towards the two of them. Sora hesitated for a moment, then chose to follow.

"If my guess is correct, you are the little auspicious Grass King of Sumeru." Mo Bei straightened the broken hair on the ears and temples of the fainting soldier, and his fingertips touched the thin cracks on the opponent's face. At that moment, His face was full of heart-wrenching pain, "I'm sorry, I won't let him get hurt again."

Like a frightened cub, Mo Bei held the straggler tightly in his arms. Nasida saw with her own eyes that the wounds on Mo Bei's body were healing rapidly - obviously this was not a normal situation.

Standing in front of Nasida, he blocked Mo Bei's warning to her: "Why him? A skirmisher?"

"Kong..." After seeing the blond traveler, Mo Bei's expression became gentler, "I said last time that the skirmishers were the ones who made an agreement with me -"

"That's false. His technology has been used on you a long time ago. You are just like Hypatia back then. You were just controlled!"

"...It's true." Mo Bei bite the three words clearly and heavily, "That's true. As early as Liyue, I had already remembered it. In fact, the skirmishers you see now, He was not like this a long, long time ago... At that time, he was more innocent and kind than anyone I have ever seen or anyone I have ever seen..."

Mo Bei raised his head: "If possible... I also want you to... see his first appearance..."

As far as Kong could see, Mo Bei was crying. Has he seen it? No.

He still remembered the reason why Mo Bei wanted to join them in the first place, to find his own heart and his own emotions.

Lame reasons, far-fetched rhetoric... When getting along with him, there is always an invisible barrier blocking the approach to Mo Bei. When facing the enemy, Mo Bei also appeared decisive, and his movements were as skillful as a machine. No joy, no fear, no emotion -

But just spending these days with the scattered soldiers made Mo Bei shed tears unconsciously.

I feel unwilling, but there is nothing I can do.

Nacida felt that the atmosphere was a little strange: "I didn't say that I had any plans to 'erase' him."

"Nacita, are you still planning to..." Paimeng wanted to continue, but he considered the fact that Mo Bei was still present. No matter what, Mo Bei is not their enemy - they were saved by Mo Bei just now.

Mo Bei: "Little Lucky Grass King, what are your plans."

Nasida was concerned about the current situation. She stretched out her hand, and a small green light ball condensed in her palm: "After we leave, it will take you to a place to rest." Holding the heart of the thunder god, Nasida said to the air again, "Since we already have two Heart of God, the secret left by the Great Merciful Tree King..."

"I understand." Kong nodded and looked at Mo Bei again, "Have a good rest."

"…Thank you." It was addressed to Kong, and even more to Nasita.

They left.

Mo Bei carried the skirmishers on his back and followed the ball of light left by Nasida. Arriving in the forest, a small ball of light was attached to a seed-like stone structure.

The light curtain unfolded, and Mo Bei looked at the dreamy sky dyed with stars.

In the forest, many special buildings appeared. Most of them are huts made of mud and wood, simple and cozy. Many wooden houses have wide leaves not far from the entrance. It looks like a bed.

Mo Bei gently placed the skirmisher on the leaves of a wooden house. Worried that the leaves are too polluted or other things here are dirty, there is always a small drop of water floating next to him for cleaning.

The sound of leaves rubbing together is rustling and rustling. During this time, he seemed to hear something, but could not see any creature that could make a sound. It wasn't until Candlelight reminded him that he realized the owner here, that is, the invisible creature-Lannaro.

After searching carefully, Mo Bei noticed the blur somewhere around him. The zigzag lines vaguely outline an outline.

Since it was Nasida who brought them here, they might be able to take a short rest, because she said that she had no intention of eradicating the stragglers - but she couldn't slack off because of this.

……

——The next day——

When the surrounding grass particles became happy, Mo Bei knew that an important person was coming.

"It's you."

"Did you have a good rest last night?" Nasida gave a concerned greeting, as if Mo Bei and the others were just travelers staying overnight after getting lost.

"Not bad. Thank you, Mr. Little Lucky Grass King. Are you here today to execute me and any stragglers?"

"That's not the case. I will not have any 'execution' on you." Nasida said, "Last night, I learned something about your past. For Sumeru, you did make mistakes. But I think you There is still an opportunity for correction.”

"I have asked the Lannaros to take care of you and the skirmishers."

……

In this special time and space, the flow of time is extremely slow—perhaps it is just Mo Bei's subjective opinion. He is guarding the skirmishers all the time, waiting for the day when the doll wakes up.

……

"Looks like you're in trouble?"

"Huh?" This calm tone is not Chaos, not Zhuyue, and certainly not Nasida. Mo Bei looked up and saw an adult man wearing a crow's beak mask.

My throat felt like it was being strangled, making even the simplest of breaths difficult. There was a buzzing in his head, and all the cells in his body were warning Mo Bei to stay away.

"Need help?" The other person's voice sounded very "concerned."

"…Who are you."

"It is not wise to show your claws to your master." The doctor thought in his heart, but what came out of his mouth was, "A scholar of the Order Academy - coincidentally, I have some experience in this area. If You want to fix him, and I can help.”

Wen Zou Zou's rhetoric. Although he tried his best to show his friendliness, Mo Bei always felt that there was invisible dirt hidden in his heart.

"…what would you like?"

"Oh? I didn't ask for it - but that will happen sooner or later. You can call me, Doctor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the buzzing in his brain became more obvious. Mo Bei put a hand on his forehead, and the stinging pain made him close his eyes: "Doctor...Doctor...uh..."

It's so uncomfortable. This word definitely has a very profound meaning to him...but he can't remember it yet. It's just like the Qingqi and the Skirmisher.

"Tsk..." Mo Bei quietly moved his fingers and wiped away the beads of sweat, "...Say it and I will fulfill the promise I made."

"Well~ let me think about it, - just in time, I have something that needs someone to pick up."

"No problem...I-I'll do it."

"You don't even need to know what you need to get?"

"...No matter what it is, as long as you can save him...I can even get the heart of the gods for you!"

The demon grinned. The shadows of the two people are projected, the monster opens its claws again, and the darkness pierces the bird's wings...

……