Original God, looking for the heart

Mo Bei didn't know what happened. Only when he came to his senses did he realize that he had arrived at the skirmisher's room. Then, he was mercilessly thrown on his bed.

His chest and knees were bumped, and he felt a pain. Mo Bei lay on the bed and screamed in pain: "What are you doing, skirmisher!"

A pair of hands suddenly pressed down on Mo Bei's back. The soreness and itching made Mo Bei blush and struggle violently. The bed creaked. Then, perhaps struggling fiercely, Mo Bei let out a strange cry: "Ah——~"

"!" The brain stopped thinking. Even the skirmishers were stunned for a while.

The dusty memories were opened. Skirmishers once helped Mo Bei deliver medicine. Mo Bei's reaction at that time... I didn't understand it at the time, and mistakenly thought it was Mo Bei's wound that hurt. So much so that he blew on Mo Bei's back...

Later, when he learned more about the world, he realized that he was so ignorant before. It was because of ignorance that I chose to "believe" and was ruthlessly "betrayed".

The skirmishers pressed Mo Bei's hands and held them behind his back. Then, tie them up with chains. In this way, all Mo Bei's movements were restrained. The collar was pulled back, and the suffocation feeling became more and more obvious.

He tilted his head back and reached up as far as he could with his hands. As a result, Mo Bei's body unconsciously formed a graceful and alluring arc, with a humiliating and docile posture. The posture is "hand/move/hit/code/" lying on the bed of the skirmisher.

Mo Bei didn't know what the skirmishers wanted to do. Could it be that he had some special habit of "hand/move/hit/code/"? In a daze, he felt the skirmisher tugging at his coat.

"You...you BT!" All movements were restrained, and Mo Bei could only express his dissatisfaction by cursing at the stragglers...even Qingqi couldn't do it!

As a result, the skirmishers successfully took off Mo Bei's coat. Some inappropriate thoughts are enlarged.

The skirmisher's hand was placed on his waist again.

Does he like to torment himself so much? ! Mo Bei couldn't stand it anymore, it would really get weird if it continued like this!

There was only a shirt between the doll's cold fingers and the boy's warm body. What Mo Bei didn't know was that the skirmishers were hesitating.

Wounds inflicted by Beastland Hounds cannot be healed. If he is really the Mo Bei from back then, there must be something on his back - the skirmishers lifted up the clothes on Mo Bei's back.

trace! Three hideous scars. It's exactly the same place where the child was injured!

The skirmisher's hand touched it. Mo Bei's back twitched again. The feeling brought by the cold fingertips is clearer. Without looking, Mo Bei knew where the skirmisher's hands were.

"Asshole...don't move..."

Just put it on your back, why touch it? ! The fingers are cold and delicate. When it gently caressed Mo Bei's back, a soft hum came from the shy owner's throat.

Mo Bei was thinking wildly, but the skirmishers were seriously observing the traces of wounds.

"Will I become strange..." He seemed a little desperate, "The Stranger..."

A very small sound caused the skirmishers to stop. The chain loosened Mo Bei's wrist as his mind changed. Then, the coat was firmly draped over his shoulders.

However, in order to prevent accidents, the soldiers tied the chains to the bedside. Without any words of comfort, he lowered his hat and left.

Stayed all night.

Mo Bei stayed alone in the room. He still didn't understand what he had done wrong. Angry and aggrieved.

Since that night, another rumor has spread in Daoji: Some villagers saw the shadow of a monster in the mountains. Lightning flowed around him and he was talking to himself in front of a mound. Then, the clear sound of digging was heard. The villager made only a faint sound, and the monster disappeared into the forest.

——The next day——

Mo Bei seemed to have been awake all night. But the real realization came when the skirmishers pushed the door open.

He took a sword...

Isn't it ridiculous? He thinks he can be recognized by those who admire him. In the end, it turned out that he was the only one "acting".

A sleepless night had caused Mo Bei to lose control of his limbs. Only the tingling sensation in his brain told him he was still alive. Seeing skirmishers coming with swords was a sour feeling that I had never experienced before.

Mo Bei struggled to hold himself up, and the chain rang twice symbolically. After just one night, his voice was hoarse.

"...Lord Skirmisher. Are you here to take my life?"

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Mo Bei made another guess: "Then you are here to take away my eyes."

Although it sounds ridiculous, during the first meeting with Skirmisher, Skirmisher mentioned his eyes. It's his family. Skirmishers were the only family he had in this world. So, it's okay even if he wants his own eyes.

"In that case, I won't bother you. I'll take it off myself and give it to you."

With a soft smile, Mo Bei stretched out his hand. Just when his hands were about to touch his face, the skirmisher swung his sword and blocked the way.

The sound of chains clashing. No, it was the sound of being cut off. The skirmisher swung his sword again and cut off the iron chain neatly.

The sound of the sword hitting the ground was followed by a hug.

It was the skirmishers who took the initiative to pick him up: "Why... break the "agreement" with me..." The skirmishers' voice also became deeper due to hundreds of years of resentment.

It was the hug that Mo Bei had longed for. A soft, familiar hug. As he got closer, he could even smell the scent of the skirmishers. The comparison with memory is a little more bitter.

Tears always come faster than words. Mo Bei hugged the straggler and almost cried bitterly at that moment.

It was the first time I felt so vulnerable. It turns out that all the previous disguises are like paper in front of the skirmishers, and they will be broken with a poke.

The skirmishers kept wiping Mo Bei's tears, round after round, never getting impatient. It seemed like this was the first time he saw Mo Bei cry like this. Even with Gui Mu's incident earlier, the child just shed a few tears, wiped them away, and then comforted him with a smile.

"You're still crying at such an old age? If you ask me, it's better than when you were a child."

When the sobs subsided, the soldiers heard clearly that Mo Bei had been saying sorry: "I didn't...I...I didn't break your promise..." He could barely make out two or three words clearly and just let out a sob. But even so, Mo Bei planned to finish his words first.

"I don't know... I wasn't here at all when I woke up... I forgot a lot... there was no one around me..." It was an indescribable grievance. Only Mo Bei himself knows the pain of losing his memory and the hardship of struggling in the world.

What hurt him the most was that he failed to live up to the Qingqi Zhe, which was also the agreement he made with the scattered soldiers. If you make such a big mistake without realizing it, no wonder you are hated.

"Even if you...even take away my eyes...I won't blame you. All my faults are my fault..."

"I'm sorry, Qing... skirmishers..."

The skirmisher's hand gently patted Mo Bei's back to help him calm down. He hugged Mo Bei tightly. I owe you a hug for hundreds of years. As long as you hug me tightly, the other person will never leave again.

"I will not break my agreement with you. Wait for me a little longer. When I complete my agreement with you, can you take me away? I am very obedient and will listen to you obediently..." Unfortunately, I cried loudly. After the game, Mo Bei no longer had any energy. His lips moved slightly and he could only spit out a few incomplete syllables.

The skirmisher lowered his head and put his ear next to Mo Bei, but couldn't hear anything clearly.

...He heard Mo Bei's breathing gradually calming down. Maybe he fell asleep. The skirmishers wanted to put Mo Bei on the bed, but Mo Bei's hand still held him tightly.

"You won't let go even if you fall asleep?" The soldier lowered his eyes and wiped away Mo Bei's last tears. In fact, why is he willing to let go?

"I don't blame you." The skirmisher didn't care whether Mo Bei could hear it or not. He's blaming himself.

This aloof executive thought more than once that if he could be stronger, he would not be abandoned. If he was stronger, he could save Katsuragi and Niwa wouldn't have to betray everyone. If he could be stronger, he would be able to come back before Mo Bei disappeared.

The skirmisher looked at the man in his arms. He wants to get more power! So strong that they can trample all those who stand in their way.

At least this way, we won't be separated anymore.

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