Original God, looking for the heart

When Mo Bei woke up, he found a Yue-shaped pendant hanging beside him. He reached out his hand in confusion and fiddled with it gently.

His eyes felt sticky, so Mo Bei rubbed them. The sleepiness seems to have not subsided. The pillow is moderately soft and hard, and I really want to sleep for a while. Subconsciously, I put my hand on the pillow, feeling cold and soft against the flesh.

"I see that you slept quite comfortably."

"Huh?" Mo Bei opened his eyes and saw the handsome face of the straggler.

"Ah, let go... let go..."

"Asan? Is this your new name for me? Although the taste is not very good, it is still within the range I can accept. Now, it's time to get up from me."

Mo Bei was shocked. The pendant he was playing with earlier was the decoration on the skirmisher's bamboo hat, and the comfortable pillow was actually the skirmisher's legs! He sat up, helpless. I wanted to explain several times, but as soon as I opened my mouth, it felt illogical.

The skirmishers became interested in Mo Bei's movements, and an evil idea emerged. He held the side of his face with one hand and said casually: "I've become a lot more courageous over the years. Is this stuff fun?"

Mo Bei nodded: "Okay... ah no, no... no no," hiss, it seemed that no matter what he said, it was not right. This really puts Mo Bei in a difficult position. He simply lowered his head, just like he did when he was a child admitting a mistake.

The skirmisher chuckled, and then Mo Bei was called to wash up and told that a servant had prepared breakfast for him.

On the dining table are all kinds of delicacies. However, Mo Bei just kept drinking porridge.

"Not to your taste?" The soldier crossed his arms and glanced at the dishes displeased. Immediately, the attendants around him realized that the master's mood was close to freezing point. They all stood upright and begged the master not to be angry.

"No, it's my problem." Mo Bei's explanation was that he couldn't adapt to such a big change in a short period of time. "My previous meals were quite bland. It's better to enjoy this delicacy later."

In short, bad pigs cannot eat fine chaff. But the more important point is that he doesn't want to become the people he hates - those eunuchs. If he fell first, what a joke this uprising would be. He has already broken a promise for a hundred years, and he will not allow any accidents to happen midway!

Mo Bei also started to think carefully: "However, there is one thing I really want to eat."

"Just tell me, my servant will prepare it for you."

"No one else can make that dish."

"What is it?"

"Eel chazuke rice - you made it." It was a taste I had longed for. "I loved eating it when I was a kid. I want to try it now." The color of the blue eyes is pure and bright. It is also a color that can only be found during the period of living with Qinqi.

"Got it." The skirmisher waved his hand, and a servant immediately rushed to the kitchen.

After finishing the porridge, Mo Bei wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief with satisfaction. The view outside the window is just right. For some reason, Mo Bei thought of everyone on Haiji Island. Are they worried about their situation?

"Asan Asan," Mo Bei called the name carefully.

This scared many of the attendants. If I remember correctly, Mo Bei was just an attendant. Although he will have more opportunities to get along with adults, he is still the first to dare to call adults that way after only a few days. Everyone was worried, Mo Bei might not be able to protect himself.

"Tell me what's going on."

"Can you let me go out for a day?"

A trace of stubbornness flashed in the skirmisher's eyes.

Do you know canaries? It is a bird in a cage. The breeders keep them in luxurious cages and enjoy their unique singing and dancing every day. Now, Mo Bei, the canary, wants to leave as soon as he returns to his side... Oh, isn't it too presumptuous?

However, birds are free by nature. Mo Bei was the "family" he had promised. If it is "family", then there will be "home". With "home", he will eventually return here.

The wide bamboo hat blocked the skirmisher's eyes: "Come back early."

"Don't worry, I will definitely come back as soon as possible. Just, can you untie this..." Mo Bei pulled the collar around his neck, "Just let me use my elemental power. If I meet some wandering warriors on the road, I will You can also defend yourself.”

The skirmisher raised his hand, and a tiny beam of electricity flashed and flew into the collar. Mo Bei condensed three small elemental balls. Not super strong, but enough for daily use.

"Thank you~" Skirmisher's every move always made Mo Bei happy.

After going out, Mo Bei casually placed a teleportation anchor point: "This way you won't worry about not being able to come back on time. Let's bring something to Asan later."

Later, Mo Bei used Zhu Yue's time and space ability to teleport to an anchor point on Haizhi Island.

——Inazuma, Kaijishima——

It might not be feasible to just swagger in like that. Given the current situation, the fewer people who know that he can freely enter and exit the Fools' Camp, the better. Especially, you can't let Sora know. Otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble to the skirmishers.

Mo Bei knew he needed to put on a disguise. But he didn't have suitable clothes on hand, so he had to withdraw temporarily.

——Daozuma, Daozuma City——

Randomly walking into a clothing store, Mo Bei purchased a hooded cloak and a fox mask. While it might seem odd to wear both at the same time, but – never mind!

"By the way! There are also gifts!" How could he forget to bring gifts to the skirmishers.

A roadside hotel selling cherry blossom brew caught his attention. After tasting it for a while, the wine is fragrant but not spicy. The addition of cherry blossoms enriches the layers, and the taste is sweet at the end. At least it's still a good drink.

Mo Bei planned to buy one.

"This gentleman, a total of ten thousand molasses."

My heart skipped a beat, it would be an understatement to say it was a lion opening his mouth! But there really is no more suitable gift right now.

Mo Bei paid the bill and received two bonus garlands at the same time.

Putting the clothes and mask into the space, Mo Beihuai teleported back to the base with the sake in his arms.

——The rice wife, the stronghold of fools——

It happened to be noon.

There were two portions of eel chazuke rice on the dining table. The soldier sat at the table and waited quietly: "I thought you wouldn't be able to find your way back."

"I will never forget the way I came to you," Mo Bei put out the sake, "I saw it on the roadside and bought it because it felt good. You see, the boss also gave me two garlands. Hehe~"

Mo Bei remembered the way he put garlands on the stragglers with his own hands when they first met. At that time, he was delirious and recognized the skirmishers as angels.

Skirmishers remember it too. When I met someone for the first time, the other person enthusiastically gave him a wreath and said something about "angel" without saying anything. It's a pity that he is a villain.

Shanbing's cuisine is light, and he pays more attention to highlighting the taste of the ingredients themselves. Inazuma's eel is plump and plump, soaked in a soup carefully made from seaweed and tea, and its fragrance is even more outstanding.

Finally, this taste does not need to be supported by illusory smoke-like illusions, but can be truly embodied on the tip of the tongue. This is the most profound feeling in my memory, the taste of "home" and "family".

“Still as delicious as before!”

Although there was no expression on the surface, the soldiers were actually relieved.

I still remember that when he walked into the kitchen, the servants looked incredulous.

In fact, even he himself is not sure whether he can perfectly replicate the original taste. But he is a doll, and the doll's memory should not be biased.

However, when the first mouthful of chazuke rice was put into his mouth, Shan soldiers tasted something different.

There is a deviation. For some unknown reason, he couldn't make it taste the same as before.

Mo Bei also tasted a different taste, but he was still happy. The taste of "family" is not fixed. This chazuke rice was made by Shanbing himself. No matter how it tasted, it was the taste he dreamed of.

Like——

No matter what the people in front of him become, whether they are strangers, stragglers, or even unknown, they are still his family.

It was in the cave where they fled, they swore with their fingers.

"It's agreed, family for life!"

lifetime!

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