Original God, looking for the heart

"...It's really the same as before." From an invisible angle, Mo Bei smiled bitterly.

In fact, later on, Zhu Yue told him about the changes in the world. To be precise, it was poured directly into Mo Bei's mind. So as far as he knew, the skirmishers' approach hadn't changed much. It's just that the scars on his back have faded.

I still remember that in the craziest days, he even controlled the elemental power to tear open the flesh of the wound, just to prove that his Asan had not left, let alone disappeared.

In Mo Bei's view, the world can be compared to a sandbox; then everyone's existence is a grain of sand. The world is fluid and moves with the grains of sand. His asan erases his own existence, which is equivalent to taking away a grain of sand in the sandbox.

The sand table continues to move, and the surrounding sand immediately fills the gaps. Each grain of sand will more or less move away from its original position, but eventually, the existence of that grain of sand will be "replaced" by something else.

The wanderer was very curious when he saw the electric current beating on his fingertips. He raised his hand and waved: "Ah Mo, can we generate electricity by ourselves?"

"Yes, but unstable current can damage electrical appliances."

After receiving the answer, the wanderer put his hands behind his back and said firmly: "I won't cause any more trouble to Ah Mo."

"Hmm," Mo Bei couldn't help but sigh at how obedient Asan is now, "put the thunder and lightning away first."

"But, how to collect it?" The wanderer tilted his head.jpg

"Ah, like this." A water ball condensed in Mo Bei's hand. With the control, the elemental particles of the water ball separated, and the water ball gradually shrank. "Try?"

The wanderer closed his eyes, and the electricity dimmed—then grew stronger.

Mo Bei helplessly pulled out a pair of plastic gloves: "How about you wear them, Ah San...?"

The Wanderer obediently stretched out his hand and watched as the gloves were put on.

The "Zhi" current seemed to be uncontrollable, but maybe Mo Bei didn't pay much attention... In short, the current climbed up with Mo Bei's hand.

(Omitted, the full version is in the button skirt)

"Ah Mo, there is no electricity in my hand. Let me help you up, okay..." Wanderer knelt obediently beside Mo Bei. There was indeed no trace of electricity on his fingertips.

(Omit...)

... He didn't panic until he didn't know the next steps. The wanderer's mind went blank, and then he remembered some fragments he had seen while wandering.

(Continue to omit...)

Mo Bei's expression changed, and he even seemed unable to bear it in the end.

Wanderer: "Oops..."

……

In the end, Mo Bei didn't say anything, but gave the homeless man a symbolic slap on the shoulder. Calculated this way, they actually haven't done anything like this for a long time. Mo Bei won't say it, but he actually misses her a little.

——The next day——

The sky was filled with white clouds, but there was no sign of rain. The sun's rays are too dazzling, and rain will make the whole world dull. Therefore, Mobei likes this kind of weather best. Of course, it doesn't matter if the weather is cloudier.

He took a nap under a tree, and the wanderers stayed around him obediently. The weather was suitable and he was surrounded by his family - Mo Bei rarely played the flute, and the notes floated into the distance on the wind and echoed again.

The wanderer picked some flowers from the surrounding grass and wove them into a garland. He approached Mo Bei again and listened patiently to him finishing the tune. Hmm...actually he enjoyed the sound of it.

"How's it going? Does it suit your taste?"

"It sounds good, I like it very much. I also think it's very familiar."

"You liked it very much before, and you even found someone to play the music - but you were never satisfied with the performance of others." Mo Bei smiled proudly, "Aren't you going to give me some rewards, A Liu~"

The wanderer put a wreath on it: "Does Amo actually know?"

"Well, nice gift, but I want something more than...more than this."

"What does Ah Mo want?" The wanderer saw the other person's finger pointing to his lips.

"Are you thirsty? I'll get some water."

Mo Bei stayed for a while before reacting. He shook his head and pointed at his lips, his blue eyes full of anticipation.

The wanderer seemed to understand something and slowly approached Mo Bei.

(...)

"You are here." From a distance, a white-haired girl wearing green clothes came.

"Is it the Little Lucky Grass King?"

"Mo Bei, there are still some skirmishers, hello."

The wanderer stood obediently next to Mo Bei, and followed suit and greeted Nasida.

"He seems to have changed." The four-leaf clover mark in Nacida's eyes suddenly lit up, and he told Mo Bei that the corresponding memories of the scattered soldiers could be returned.

"Okay, I'll take Ah San over in a moment..." He held the wanderer's hand, with a hint of depression in his tone.

Nasida easily guessed Mo Bei's thoughts.

"Do you want to keep him as he is now?"

……