Original God, looking for the heart

The wanderer was caught off guard by the roar. Mo Bei's red eyes looked like a small animal when he threw things away. It was his fault, and the Wanderer knew it. Not only did he fail to make up for his mistakes, he actually added new crimes to himself——

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Mo Bei condensed a ball of fire in his hand as a warning.

"Click", the crisp sound of closing the door. The fireball in Mo Bei's hand became smaller and smaller, and finally went out. He hugged his legs and huddled at the foot of the bed, hooked up the quilt and draped it over his head absentmindedly——

Very tired but couldn't sleep.

This time he was lucky enough to be able to retrieve the wanderer. But what about next time? If something like this happens again, if he can never find him again... Mo Bei's hands and feet were cold and so stiff that he felt separated from his body.

"Dong dong dong" The knock on the door was very soft, as if it didn't want to disturb the rest of the people in the house. "Tsk...!" Mo Bei's temper suddenly rose again. He kicked the door open in dissatisfaction and stopped when he was about to drive someone away.

There was no one around except a packaged hot sugar water.

"Rock sugar snow pear... hot orange soup - haha, no need." Mo Bei knew that this kind of soup could be used to relieve a sore throat, but he was not the type to yell at anyone when he was angry.

After putting the sugar water back, Mo Bei closed the door again.

Outside the window, the wanderer seemed to have guessed the outcome. He calmly bent down to put away the half-cold sugar water and replaced it with a new one.

"Click" was the sound of the door locking. It happened to sound when he bent down to change the sugar water. It's impossible for Mo Bei not to know about his existence, this kid's methods are very weird. Just the sound of locking the door...

The wanderer lowered his eyes, was he really expressing his determination...?

——The next day——

Mo Bei only remembered that he fell asleep and woke up in a daze, and then was surrounded by fatigue again. This feeling of wanting to rest but not being able to get relief is really excruciating. Later, he prepared to go outside to take a breath.

After checking through the peephole that there was no one on the other side, he opened the door, only to find that the sugar water was still in its original position. "It's still hot." Mo Bei held his forehead. He didn't know how many times the homeless man had changed his clothes in one night. "...Don't even the candy shops close?"

He reluctantly took the sugar water back.

Well, it tastes sweet and fruity. Mo Bei scooped up a spoonful and licked it with the tip of his tongue. What satisfied him most was the lack of sourness from the fruit.

"Not bad." A little warmth flowed down the esophagus into the abdomen, driving away the slight chill of the night. Mo Bei held the handle of the spoon and gently stirred the sugar water. A vortex appeared on the surface of the sugar water, and fruit particles collided under the water.

On the roof, the wanderer heard no movement and flew to the window. He finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the sugar water was taken back.

Yesterday, he bought sugar water, but forgot that he didn't bring Maura. It just so happened that Traveler and Paimon passed by.

Unexpectedly, the wanderer was laughed at by the other party.

He took off the golden feather on his chest and pushed it to the clerk of the candy store: "I will pay enough mora. If you don't believe it, you can use this golden feather as proof."

The clerk looked a little embarrassed. Paimon leaned into Sora's ear and said, "His communication method is so strange. Was it like this before?"

Sora couldn't stand it anymore, so he paid the corresponding mola for the wanderer: "This is the reward Mo Bei paid for us to find you. If you can't coax him anymore, I will take him away for you." .”

A cold young boy's voice sounded behind Kong: "Tell me who you want to take away."

"Mandrill?!" Kong subconsciously took out the butterfly from the sycamore leaf. The butterfly was shining slightly. "It's nothing. Mandrill must have heard it wrong. But you finally have the time, so you might as well try the sugar water here." Kong greeted quickly. While the boss served three more sugar drinks, the homeless man said "thank you" to the clerk and left.

Then, the wanderer bought one serving after another considering that the sugar water was getting cold. Until the clerk apologized and explained that the store was closing.

"I can make it myself. And, I will pay the corresponding mola according to the number of copies."

Sora stood up: "It's okay, my... friend, he will not have any negative impact on the store. I promise." The reputation of travelers is not low in Xumi City. With his assurance, the clerk handed the keys to the homeless man with confidence.

"I don't owe you any favors."

"It's not ours, you should return it to Mo Bei."

The wanderer was speechless and turned around to enter the production room.

At night, under the shining of the bright moon, the flowers sway in the night sky, with crystal water droplets on their petals.

"Blue Nala, no, no. It's time to sleep." Lannaro commented to the wanderer while holding a clay bottle filled with dewdrops.

The wanderer was dumbfounded, repeating the work of brewing and delivering sugar water again and again. As for the extra sugar water, he didn't think about what to do with it for a while. Do you want him to drink it? This kind of sweet thing really doesn't suit his taste. There was a stone table on the way back and forth, so I simply placed the replaced sugar water here.

The ignorant little Lannaro thought the sugar water was for himself, so he served some of it with clean leaves and said, "It tastes delicious. This is the first time Lannaro has tasted it."

The little guy called his friends. On the stone table, the colorful Lannaros raised their cups and sat down one after another, just like the forest elves having a tea party.

Mo Bei no longer wanted to get out of bed, so Wanderer thought he could stop making sugar water.

"What to do with the remaining things..." When he walked to the stone table, he saw the Lannaros having a tea party with sugar water. "That's fine." The wanderer walked to lean under a tree and listened quietly to the evening breeze. The sound of stirring green grass.

But unknowingly, or perhaps there was some irresistible attraction to the wanderer - in short, all the Lannaros came closer, and even some small birds that had not yet fallen asleep in the middle of the night landed on his shoulders or bamboo hats. .

"The gift, Lanaro, I like it."

"Lannaro also wants to give Nala a surprise and a gift."

The wanderer opened his eyes. On the horizon, a red sun is rising slowly.

That was it, until Mo Bei accepted one of the sugar drinks, and the wanderer also counted the number of ingredients with the store clerk.

When I got back there, I happened to see Mo Bei going out. He followed quietly, keeping a distance from Mo Bei.

——The secret realm belonging to Lannaro——

"Why are you here?" Mo Bei touched his chin and didn't come back to his senses until he realized that the time here was wrong. This is where the Grass God hid the skirmishers and where he took care of them.

The sleep time last night was really pitiful. The place where he had stayed with the skirmishers made him feel at ease... Mo Bei casually walked to a tree, sat down against it and yawned.

A green Lanaro holding a small staff, its body is fat. Holding the staff with both hands, he circled it a few times like stirring potion——

"boom!"

The sound of the explosion woke Mo Bei up. He looked up and saw fireworks. It turned out to be a dead tree. The fireworks bloomed in an unbiased position, right on the tree branches.

Fireworks streaked across the night sky. Suddenly, the branches of the dead tree seemed to be sprouting leaves and crystal flowers, all blooming at once.

Mo Bei looked fascinated, and another sky lantern rose in front of him. Slowly, floating into the night sky, like stars, like wishes.

"Fire trees and silver flowers", that is definitely not the beauty written by our ancestors for the sake of beauty.

The wanderer lowered the brim of his hat on one side and wanted to leave, but was surrounded by the Lannaros.

It seemed that he didn't want to disturb Mo Bei, and he was also a little impatient: "...give way."

The Lannaros pushed it and pushed him to the side of the dead tree. The wanderer panicked, thinking about how to leave.

"We're all here, sit with me for a while." Mo Bei was finally willing to talk to him. It's just that those eyes lost a lot of the element called "pleasure" the moment they saw the wanderer.

Don't dare to disobey orders. The wanderer leaned against the tree and sat next to Mo Bei.

……

After a while, the furry head rested on his shoulder.

"Mo Bei?" The wanderer turned his head and found that the other party was sleeping soundly. He gently smoothed the other person's messy hair and kissed the ends of the hair with nostalgia. But Mo Bei put his arms around his neck and bit into the wanderer's mouth.

The Wanderer felt a sting on his lips and a throbbing in his heart.

Mo Bei was dissatisfied and bit his lip as if to vent his anger: "You are not allowed to leave again... otherwise, I will lock you up too..."

"Don't go."

I don't know how long it took, but Mo Bei's angry biting finally stopped. The wanderer licked his lips, feeling salty wakefulness on his tongue. Later, they kissed each other again, like glue.

Lannaro: "What is Nala doing?"

"It's a way of expressing friendship through stickers."

After saying that, two Lannaros stuck together.

"Tie Tie, Lannaro also wants..."

……