Original God, looking for the heart

Mo Bei lay on the table, staring boredly at the water clock Rosalin placed on the table.

"Tick-tock" "tick-tock", the sound is particularly clear in the silent room.

A white butterfly flapped her soft wings and got in from nowhere. This little life seems to be holding a ball of warm sunshine, and under the flapping of butterfly wings, there are tiny pieces of light.

Mo Bei knew that there were scales on the wings of butterflies, which was the reason why their wings were colorful. The situation in front of him may not be explained by his previous knowledge - this is a magical continent - therefore, Mo Bei is more willing to give his eyes a more magnificent color:

Rosalyn, and—Rustan.

This white butterfly gave him the same feeling as Rosalind he had seen in his memory fantasy. Pure, free, romantic...

Just for a moment, Mo Bei seemed to hear Rosalin's sweet singing voice again.

The butterfly flapped its wings leisurely and landed on the corner of the water clock as lightly as snowflakes.

Mo Bei lay on the table. Maybe he didn't want to disturb this little life, so even his breathing was deliberately slowed down. The butterfly stayed in place very wisely, and then slowly turned its body towards Mobei.

"Eh?" Mo Bei blinked, wondering if this butterfly was as "spiritual" as the older generation said.

The little life seemed to understand Mo Bei's thoughts, and its wings leisurely opened and then closed slightly, as if to say that he was not afraid of the young man in front of him.

"Gurgling" "Gurgling" A strange sound came from a corner. However, if you focus a little bit - no, not in a corner, but in front of you -

Water time!

Mo Bei stared straight at it, carefully covering the elemental power in the water flow of the water clock. But this time, the water droplets in the timer seemed to have their own consciousness and decisively refused to obey Mo Bei's orders.

It is a rare situation.

"Try again." Mo Bei closed his eyes and focused his consciousness near the water clock.

When he calmed down and controlled the water flow, the elemental force was bounced away by a manic force.

He conquered the gods, which had never happened before.

The butterfly's wings seemed to tremble, as if it sensed something. Maybe he didn't want to just let the butterfly go, or maybe he was curious about the mystery contained in the water clock. After being highly concentrated, Mo Bei simply put part of his consciousness into the water clock. (Of course, there is also Zhu Yue’s help here)

————Water Timing————————

There were obviously only a few drops of water in the entire device, but what Mo Bei saw was a lake.

In addition to the breeze and green grass, there is also a small island lying in the center of the lake.

Ah, he remembered, it seemed that it was here that Rosalin saw the burned face clearly. Only, Rosalind wasn't here.

Mo Bei turned his attention to the small island in the middle of the lake and couldn't help but walk towards it.

Every time Mo Bei takes a step closer, the lake becomes agitated. Until he approached the water flowing around the island, the water was churning like a boil, and the steam made the entire lake hazy. The amount of heat makes it hard to breathe. The water in the lake is so restless, so it is understandable that the external water clock behaves like this.

"It seems the direction is correct." Mo Bei further confirmed Rosalind's position, "Boiling water should also be water, right?" In this way, does he also have the ability to calm the lake?

The world in Water Time seems to read Mo Bei's thoughts. The lake water set off a wave and rushed towards the land at the feet of Mo Bei.

"Outsiders...outsiders..." It seemed as if there was an ethereal female voice echoing in every drop of water. Faced with the warning, Mo Bei thought that he had finally arrived here, so how could he leave so easily?

"Leave...leave!!!!" The water droplets made a sharp voice. They screamed and boiled, filling the entire small world with steam. But even if Mo Bei has been forced to retreat step by step, so what? The lake water just tore through its body with a boiling sound, making bursts of sharp roars.

"Woo!" Mo Bei blocked his ears. This sound was transmitted to the brain through the ear canal, constantly stimulating the nerves. The result of excessive concentration of consciousness was that he was unable to do even the most basic observations and thinking.

In the blurry vision, there seemed to be a little bit of crystal falling. what is that? His brain, unable to think, reminded him of the butterfly from before for the first time. Like tiny fragments of light, like falling snow. Ah, Mo Bei looked up, and it seemed that he could really feel the coolness that did not belong to this environment. How could it be possible? It must be that the body is so hot that it can only rely on weaving some illusions to ensure that the owner of the torso does not give up hope of living.

The last reason drove Mo Bei to summon [Zhu Yue], and the wind opened a path for him.

The crystals gathered one after another and fell, soothing the lake water. Then, in an instant, a corner of the lake had solidified into ice.

Mo Bei stepped onto the ice and seemed to be alive again.

When I looked up, I saw a high wall of flames burning on the small island in the middle of the lake. Unknown black shadows reflected on the blood-red fireworks swayed and twisted.

Mo Bei spread out his five fingers, and the flowing wind gathered, carrying him to hover in the air.

He saw - in the center of the island - "Lady" Rosalind. The embrace of self-flaming fire made it difficult for Mo Bei to tell whether it was Rosalind's body covered in flames, or whether the flame-colored dress was flowing like fire in the crowd.

The even more magical scene that Mo Bei saw was the ice and snow blowing softly on Rosalin's body. It is the wind hidden in the snowflakes that sends them in.

The snowflakes come from nowhere, but they fall endlessly. The ice was cold and dotted with stars, but Neng rushed towards the flames without hesitation and brushed towards Rosalind.

The snowflakes that fell on the witch turned into water droplets after lowering the temperature of a cluster of flames. The energy of the fire melted into the lake water along the gaps in the soil.

It can be speculated that the reason why the lake boils is probably because it absorbed the fire element from Rosalin.

But where do snowflakes come from?

A red afterimage fell next to Mo Bei. It's the familiar energy fluctuations and breath. There is only one person who can move around the world so freely——

"Zhuyue!"

The afterimage covered Mo Bei's eyes: "I will show you the world as you see it."

"Eh?" Mo Bei blinked. Except that the world was clearer, there seemed to be no other difference.

"Boy, focus on that witch."

After staring carefully for a while, Mo Bei discovered the clues on Rosalin's body - a layer of ice-colored energy body, as ethereal as mist. Blinking again, the energy body gradually condensed into a human form. Finally, the facial features also emerged.

It turned out to be that person - Rustam.

"Did you see it?" Zhu Yue explained to Mo Bei the situation in this world, "Use your soul to turn into ice crystals to melt the witch's flame."

"Zhu Yue, what do you mean...the lake water here actually belongs to Rustan...?"

Seeing that Mo Bei was reluctant to come to a conclusion, Zhu Yue replied nonchalantly: "Soul."

So the boiling lake water is Rustan’s burned soul.

My scalp felt numb for a while.

They just stood on a piece of ice in the lake, waiting quietly for the snow to disappear.

The snow, which was as big as goose feathers, could only be described as fine sand later. Mo Bei saw the almost empty Rustan kneeling on one knee in front of Rosalin, gently holding her hand up and placing it against his face. The last soul turned into the last snowflake and fell on Rosalind's chest.

In an instant, the flames reluctantly drilled back into the soil, leaving behind a sizzling sound of dissatisfaction. The lake water also calmed down and never appeared to be boiling. Rosalin grabbed the hem of her pure skirt and stared blankly at the reflection on the lake:

"Was it you just now..."

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