Original God, looking for the heart

When Mo Bei woke up, it was already morning.

"Hiss—" There was a tearing pain in his back. He had a bandage wrapped around him and even a bow.

"You obviously didn't feel it when you blocked the knife, so why did it hurt so much afterwards?"

Seeing Mo Bei wake up, "Qingqi Zhe" asked about his condition with concern.

"It's okay," Mo Bei said with a relaxed expression, "Where are you, Qingqi? You're not injured, right?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine." After saying that, "Qingqi Zhe" turned around and took out a jar of ointment and untied the bandage on Mo Bei's body.

Three hideous scars.

"Qingqi" felt a pain in his chest. He supported the bed with one hand, dipped the other hand in ointment, leaned over, and carefully applied the ointment to Mo Bei's wound. As if he was worried about the pain, he didn't forget to blow on Mo Bei's wound while applying the medicine.

The ointment is cool and slippery, and the burning pain in the wound has faded a lot. Also, the fingers of the "Qingqi" seemed to be cold. Mo Bei was actually enjoying it a little. "Qingqi" moved his finger downwards, and there was a wound on his waist.

Mo Bei's body shook uncontrollably.

Feeling the trembling, Qinqi was stunned for a moment: "Did it hurt the wound?"

"It's okay, it's okay," Mo Bei said easily.

"Qingqi Zhe" was still carefully applying ointment to Mo Bei. However, every time a "Qingqi" finger rubbed the ointment, Mo Bei couldn't help but tighten his body and tremble slightly.

"Qingqi Zhe" simply thought that he had hurt the wound, and hurriedly explained it to Mo Bei. It didn't matter if he didn't blow, but this blow made Mo Bei's body tremble even more.

"It's terrible..." Mo Bei couldn't help but bury his face in the pillow, and his body temperature became higher.

"Okay." "Qingqi Zhe" re-bandaged Mo Bei's wound, his fingertips stained with the boy's residual warmth.

"How do you feel?" "Qingqi Zhe" turned his head and looked at Mo Bei.

Mo Bei then raised his head. He bit his mouth lightly, his face a light pink. The corners of his eyes were also rosy, and his sky-blue eyes were watery with a tear.

A strange thought flashed through the mind of "The Stranger". He reached out his hand and wiped away the tears from the corners of Mo Bei's eyes.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No, it just feels a little strange..." Mo Bei's voice was soft, as if there was a hint of crying.

He grabbed the hand of "Qingqizhe" and said, "You are injured."

"Qingqi Zhe" heard this and quickly pulled his hand back.

"Mo Bei was wrong. I was not injured."

Mo Bei would definitely notice such an obvious abnormality. What's more, when Mo Bei was just wiping his tears, he saw a strange crack on "Qingqi Zhe"'s finger, and the joints seemed weird.

"But I saw your hand..." Mo Bei looked at "Qingqi Zhe" with worry on his face. Was he injured during the fight? "

"Ah..." "Qingqi" took a few steps back, with a look of horror on his face, "I...I'm not injured" was the same content, but his confidence was obviously lacking.

"Tell me about it, okay? And... Hexin..." Mo Bei gritted his teeth, "I know I'm delusional, but I want to help you share the burden, even a little bit."

Dead silence, a deep dead silence.

Qingqi sighed, slowly walked to Mo Bei and sat on the bed.

He spoke slowly:

"Actually... I am not a human being, but a "doll" made by General Raiden. "The Qingqi One" moved his fingers. The traces of splicing on the joints have been faded, but it can still be seen that they are different from ordinary people.

"My mother created me as a container for God's Heart." "Qingqi Zhe" paused, "It's just that my body cannot withstand the power of God's Heart. I shed tears."

"That superior god abandoned me in this world."

"I fell into a deep sleep in the Borrowing House and wandered here after waking up. Niwa and Katsuragi took me in. They taught me a lot and we became a family."

When talking about Niwa, there is always a softness in the eyes of the "Qingqi One", but it only flashes for a moment.

Mo Beibao's small hand covered the hand of "Qing Qi Zhe".

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"How come, "Qingqi Zhe" is my friend. "

The "Qingqi Zhe" was surprised by this answer.

Mo Bei took the hand of "Qingqi Zhe" and wrapped the cracked finger with a bandage.

"I don't think you are any different from humans."

"Is there no difference...?"

"There is no difference." Mo Bei's answer was still so firm.

Since the other party can accept me, what else is there to hide? People should be more frank, right?

"The Wonderful One" continues to reminisce.

"After you fainted, I went to find "Escher" and got the device Niwa left from him. "

"I took the device and came to the entrance."

"The resentment of Chongshen is very heavy, but the device absorbed them all, and I successfully entered the heart of the furnace..."

"The Wonderful One" hesitates again

"It's okay, keep talking, I want to help you share the burden."

"The Wonderful One" nodded slightly

"The temperature in the heart of the furnace is very high, and there are many evil spirits and resentments pouring out of it."

"I was very scared at the time and thought about giving up. But behind me were the residents of Tatasha. Niwa betrayed us, and I can no longer betray everyone."

"So I endured the high temperature and forcibly closed the furnace core. However, I also paid the price."

When Mo Bei heard this, he quickly hugged "Qingqi Zhe" from behind.

"The ten fingers...are completely destroyed..."

The moment he heard these words, Mo Bei's heart seemed to stop beating.

That's why when fighting monsters, his swordsmanship seems to be weak, and then he looks at his...hands...

Mo Bei hugged him tighter

"It's okay," "Qinqi Zhe" comforted softly, ""Escher" has already fixed my hand, it just takes a while to get used to it. I’m a doll, so don’t worry so much.”

"But even if it's a doll, it still hurts."

……