Original God, looking for the heart

Free brain storage. (I'll save one first)

After Mo Bei confirmed it, he safely returned to the soldier's arms. He fiddled with the pendant on the soldier's chest and couldn't help recalling his dream last night in his mind.

--Dream--

Mobei Station is in front of a gate. The purple door is thick and carved with complex golden patterns. The door opened automatically before he could react.

Oncoming is the elegant fragrance of Chentan.

"Ta", "ta", Mo Bei walked along the lavender gold-edged carpet on the ground.

The interior is spacious and bright, with burning incense placed on a desk.

"Where is this?"

"Tianshukaku." The door at the other end of the room opened, and a mysterious man walked out, "Are you coming to this temple to show your "will" to your "mother"? "

"Tenshou Pavilion? I shouldn't be in... huh? Asan?"

The skirmishers stood in front of the door, as if confronting Mo Bei. His clothes are more reminiscent of the Qinqi Zhi period, and he holds a fine Kirigiri in his hand.

As if he had become a real puppet, Skirmisher's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. As the guardian and gatekeeper here, he will test the other party according to the eternal rules: "If you want to see your mother, you must first pass my test."

"What...? Ah San, I didn't...!"

Purple lightning struck Mo Bei, and Mo Bei had to use water to conduct electricity to defend himself. However, the skirmisher was hiding in the lightning, and the sword in his hand was swung down.

Fortunately, Mo Bei's reaction was timely. He immediately summoned "Zhu Yue" and held the sword in both hands to resist.

"Zheng"

The two swords resisted, sparks bursting out.

"A...san...!"

Mo Bei's call not only had no effect, but caused thunder and lightning to flash around the skirmishers again.

He seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with this frivolous and offensive title: "I will always protect my mother's 'eternity'. Visitor, put away your useless delusions. "

The strength of the skirmishers suddenly increased, and Mo Bei's hands in the sword could not stop trembling.

A strong wind blew in the field, and water columns surged from the feet of the skirmishers.

The skirmishers were keenly aware of something fishy, ​​so they retracted their swords to dodge before the water column rushed up.

Mo Bei originally wanted to wrap the skirmisher with water balloons when he jumped into the air and put him on the ground, but how could the skirmisher know Mo Bei's good intentions? Seeing a water element approaching, he swung his sword to smash the uncondensed water ball.

Wrapping himself with thunder and lightning again, the skirmisher moved flexibly in the air, avoiding all forms of attacks: "I will hand you over to mother, and let mother build you into the statue with her own hands."

The coldness spread from the spine to the whole body like a snake. Mo Bei shuddered and shifted at the same time. However, the speed of the wind was far inferior to that of thunder and lightning. In the blink of an eye, skirmishers appeared in front of Mo Bei. Thunder and lightning swept across the entire field, and the attacks of skirmishers could be said to be hidden in every thunder.

"Zi-"

Mo Bei's limbs were nearly paralyzed, and he was beaten back and forth.

"Sure enough, we still can't attack him..." Mo Bei knew that he couldn't fight back. He could only forcefully drive his body to carry out useless defense. In the roar of thunder and rain of attacks, the wounds increased even faster than they healed. There were even many places where he was struck by a sword more than once.

There was more and more blood on Kirigiri, but when the skirmishers slowed down their attack and observed, no wounds were found on the opponent's body.

An inexplicable feeling of irritability surrounded him. That was the first "abnormality" that occurred in the hundreds of years since he had his own consciousness and sat in the castle tower. Obviously, this situation did not occur in previous confrontations.

"No, no." Xian Soldier forced himself to calm down, "My mother left me behind. She tolerated my imperfections...I can't...can't let my mother down anymore!"

A strong desire transforms into a more ferocious thunder. "This sword is my lifelong martial arts. Although it is not as good as my mother's "Wu Xiang", if you can catch it, this duel will be considered your victory - you are qualified to see my mother - if not, Then he will be buried here! "

Mo Bei straightened his numb limbs and raised "Zhu Yue" again - this was a sign of respect for his opponent.

When the skirmisher slashed the sword, there was thunder outside the castle tower, as loud as a bomb.

All Mo Bei could see was the lightning that was so powerful that it covered everything.

..."Click!"

The power of the sword was released in an instant because it lost its resistance, and red and black fragments burst out from the palm of his hand - his "Candle Day" was cut off under his own eyes...

Mo Bei was stunned like a statue.

The moment Zhu Yue was cut off, the skirmisher turned around and changed the direction of the sword through the exertion of force from his waist. As he turned around, he kicked Mo Bei hard in the abdomen.

"Uh-huh!" Mo Bei was kicked to the ground, and the fragments of "Zhu Yue" were scattered on the ground.

"The victory has been decided." The skirmisher held the fog cutter and pointed the tip of the blade at Mo Bei's eyes.

Mo Bei struggled to hold up his body with one hand, and covered his abdomen where he was kicked with one hand, gasping for air. I didn't expect that I would lose so embarrassingly...

"According to the rules set by mother, divine punishment will be meted out by her." However, the skirmishers helped Mo Bei up from the ground, "Mother, she is in retreat. During this period, you stay with me."

There was only a sharp buzzing in Mo Bei's ears, and he couldn't hear anything. The body's protective mechanisms eventually caused him to faint.

The skirmisher realized something was wrong, and he quickly hugged Mo Bei, feeling at a loss for what to do.

He would sit here and look out the window while waiting for the duelist to arrive. Although the atmosphere of the castle tower has always been solemn, the vitality of the scenery outside the window can often miraculously break through this seriousness and make him feel happy unintentionally. Appreciating the scenery can be said to be the best way to spend time during work breaks.

The dissipation of Mo Bei's consciousness felt like a withering to him at this moment.

He panicked and summoned a doctor for the first time.

But as a duel ground, the losers are often ordinary people who come to challenge, and without exception, their bodies will be annihilated by the divine punishment delivered on the spot. "Doctor" is of no use here.

The skirmisher carefully lowered Mo Bei to the ground. He wanted to use potions and bandages to treat his wounds, but whenever he saw the other person fainting from pain, his hands couldn't stop shaking, and something in his chest seemed to be scratching him.

"Hey... wake up, wake up..." After checking, the skirmishers didn't find any injuries on his body, so why didn't he want to wake up!

"Wake up, stop pretending... You are not injured at all, please open your eyes quickly...!"

The soldier held Mo Bei in his arms, put one arm around his waist, and held the back of his head with the other, pressing him tightly against him.

Mother once wanted to abandon him because of her tears, but she accepted his flaws because she was a mother. Skirmisher promised he would never cry again - and he did.

But today...

"tick", "tick"

The tears couldn't stop falling.

The promise was thrown away, and he just wanted to see the young man in front of him wake up again.

"Oh my, what's going on?" A pink-haired woman in a miko uniform walked in, "I've never seen you cry because of a failed challenger. Is there still a problem with the debugging of the shadow?"

"Lord Palace Secretary, please...save him!"

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