Original God, looking for the heart

Bingyuan's experience left me with lingering fear. Mo Bei almost woke up with a start.

He sat up and found that he and the skirmishers had been surrounded by Zhu Yue's body.

At this point, he still fell down and was hugged by the tender grass.

He dreamed of being embraced by an admirer. Nostalgic for this tenderness, Mo Bei hugged the soldier sideways.

The other party is still sleeping.

"In reality, falling in love with a doll... would be considered a lunatic..." Mo Bei was not actually afraid of this. What really frightened him was that the Skirmishers would never wake up.

——Xumi, Teaching Order——

Sora and Paimon fell without warning.

The crow hiding in the darkness appeared and stared at the two shining "gems" in the hands of the Grass King.

……

——Xumi, the hometown of Lannaro——

A Lanaro came holding a green fluorescent dumpling. Mo Bei couldn't see them and thought they were scattered energy.

The blades on the top of Lannaro's head are like the propellers of an airplane. When the small blades rotate, they can actually lift the entire Lannaro.

Mo Bei saw something floating over and stretched out his hands to catch it.

"The gift is for Nala." Lannaro put another fluorescent ball next to the doll's hand, "Lannaro hopes that Nala can be happy~"

Unfortunately, Mo Bei couldn't hear it. He stared at the fluorescent ball, which emitted a strong light from the center.

"Well!"

A few seconds later... blazing fire.

A man passed him and walked towards the place where the flames were pouring out.

The light veil, the clean golden feathers...the gentle breath of a young man.

"...Qingqi?"

Where the firelight spilled out, there was a cry of darkness. Uneasiness and fear overflowed in his heart, and Mo Bei followed the other party's footsteps closely.

"My body...can't bear it..." Mo Bei covered his face with his elbows, and the hot breath made it difficult for him to move. But the Qinqi people continued to move forward despite the flames.

Mo Bei shouted for Qingqi to come back, but the flames made him unable to speak.

In addition to the flames, there was an uncomfortable smell in this small area. Moving through the firelight like a ghost.

The Qingqi seemed to have taken out something, and the ghosts around him did not dare to approach it.

"It's so hot!" He finally couldn't help but wailed, and took half a step back, "Talisha... Guimu, and Mobei... they are waiting for me!"

The admirer grabbed the handle of the stove and let out a sharp wail from his knuckles...

He endured the pain, but he couldn't shed tears; he suffered the tear, but he couldn't give up; his fingertips were dark, and several fingers were broken under the force...

"I can't... Tatarsha is still waiting for me...!"

Qingqi grabbed the handle and pulled it to one side as if he was desperate for his life.

The flame seemed to be moved by the doll's determination and quietly retreated into the furnace.

The Qingqi lost his strength and fell to his knees on the ground. With a "pop" sound, the spherical device fell.

The Qi Qi's sleeves have been burned to the point that they are no longer intact. He reached out to retrieve the device, but found that his fingers were no longer intact. He turned sideways and touched the device with his remaining finger.

His hand doesn't matter, as long as the device is still intact, Niwa can still give it to him when he comes back...

The "click" device opened, revealing the item inside - a twisted, blackened heart.

The aftermath of the high temperature still existed, and the piece of rotten heart fell to the ground, turning into minced meat and sticking around the heart of the furnace that had been burned by the fire.

"I clearly have no heart." Mo Bei clearly heard Qingqi's heartfelt voice, "My chest is as empty as ever... This weird emptiness wants to swallow me up."

The Admirer realizes that there is a void in his chest that needs to be filled. His thoughts were shattered, and even the pain of his fingers being burned became numb.

"Block it, I want to block it..." Qingqi covered his chest with one hand, and the ashes of burning turned the air conditioner black.

The remaining fingers were scratching on the ground, hooking something and stuffing it on the air conditioner on his chest.

"Straw, dead leaves, stones...even ashes...anything is fine..." The Qingqi numbly turned to frantically grabbing anything around that could be stuffed into his chest, and his incomplete fingers shattered again.

Mo Bei felt distressed, so he ran over to hug his beloved and stop his actions.

But the curious man ignored it and refused to stop until his fingers were so worn that they could no longer be closed.

"Niyu, you know...you know what I want!!!"

"Betrayal", "Betrayal", "Betrayal!!!!"

Many chaotic fonts appeared in front of Mo Bei's eyes, like dark maggots devouring the two of them.

In the darkness, there are "skirmishers".

Gods can hear the voices of believers. Mo Bei's call finally woke him up.

"Want to hear my 'voice'?"

Mo Bei took the straggler's hand, put it next to his face and rubbed it: "Partner, believer, family... No matter what your identity is, I want to hear your truest voice."

“I have been abandoned (betrayed) three times, so I understand that everything in the world is just a cover for weighing interests (deception).

I will never calm down in my anger.

One is God. My mother, my creator. It is controlled by strength, abandoning the weak and useless me.

The second is people. My family, my friends. I failed to wash away their haze and was exiled in fear.

The third one is of the same kind. My expectation is a bird whose wings are not yet fully fledged. I failed to keep the appointment on time and abandoned it in the unknown void.

There is no trust in the world, only value can achieve eternity.

I give up my weaknesses and remove all obstacles.

My value will never be buried...! "

……

When he opened his eyes, Mo Bei had returned to Xumi. There were also skirmishers who opened their eyes at the same time as Mo Bei.

He took the straggler's hand and lay down on the green grass again.

"Can I ask you for a hug?"

The skirmisher spread his hands.

~

Mo Bei hugged the straggler tightly: "I heard your voice."

"I will find a suitable 'heart' for you."

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