Original God, looking for the heart

Zhu Yue pulled Mo Bei and jumped onto the land outside the lake. The ice on the lake is melting, which probably symbolizes the disappearance of Rustan's last traces in the world.

"That's why I say, I can't know a certain behavior of people."

As a dragon that has been sleeping for a long time, Zhu Yue really has difficulty understanding certain human behaviors. Of course, Mobei is not much better. However, seeing the fire extinguished with a broken soul is too shocking for a human being.

Like a spring willow sprouting, something seems to have sprouted in my heart.

Just like when I heard the story of Fengshen in the corner of Mondstadt Tavern.

"It will always make sense. Zhu Yue, you might as well go for a walk more often. Wouldn't it be boring to stay in that space all day?"

"..." Zhu Yue replied calmly that he had a mission. Little did he know that the words "Go out for a walk more" brought back too many memories for the dragon.

————In the space————

The giant dragon hovering in the blood-colored crystal raised its head: "It's really the same as before."

The young man in my impression seems to always be high-spirited and full of energy. Of course, this belongs to the past.

As a person with the ability to control time and space, Zhu Yue is very familiar with the passage of time. The life of an ordinary creature seemed to him like a morning flower or a mayfly. Just imagine, throwing a pebble into the sea will only cause a ripple at most.

But there are always some things that can defy the rules of time - memory.

This is also the reason why Zhu Yue's strength increases with the collection of stories.

In fact, Zhu Yue can also choose to swallow them, or store them - the blood-red crystal.

The young man's memory was carefully protected by him in the crystal, separated from other mixed memories.

In the space, black fog filled the air. The shimmer from the crystal is a drop in the bucket. Zhu Yue lowered his head and closed his eyes again.

————The world of water timing————

The lady knelt by the lake, motionless. That empty look in his eyes seemed as if it was not Rustan’s soul that had passed away.

Two white butterflies flew over, one behind the other, and landed on Rosalind's fingertips.

……

"Click"...

In a world where water keeps time, cracks appear on the ground.

"Click"..."Click——"

It's like the carefully assembled sugar painting was torn apart and eaten by a black and greedy monster.

The red energy of Zhuyue enveloped Mo Bei and took him away before the world collapsed.

"Wait, Rosalind is still there!"

Rosalin still maintained her kneeling posture, looking blankly at the lake.

"She won't be hurt."

As soon as the words fell, the black stretched out countless tentacles, covering the small world. Gradually, only the rumbling screams echoed in Mo Bei's ears.

——Inazuma, Kujo Jinya——

Mo Bei opened his eyes suddenly, his chest rising and falling with rapid breathing: "Haah...ha..."

The breeze lifted his hair, and the pouring sunlight brushed the corners of the young man's eyes.

--He is back.

The dangerous beeping sound stopped, and the water clock resumed its action for more than a hundred years.

"Dong dong" "dong dong" is the beating of the heart. "Tick-tock" "tick-tock" That is the operation of the water clock.

The frightened boy's breathing seemed to fill the silent space with uneasiness.

The elves who fell on the water clock seemed to be affected. The butterfly wings unfolded, revealing scattered shadows again.

Mo Bei stretched out his hand.

As if seeking comfort, the little guy actually flew towards Rosalin who had not yet woken up——

The next moment, the soft butterfly wings began to twist from the edge, and gradually spread to a brown color, as if there was a flame burning its wings.

Mo Bei shook his head. No, it's not a guess.

The butterfly's wings really lit up with flames!

The monster opened its claws and tore at the delicate wings. The butterfly can only drive its broken and curled wings to flap dully.

Due to the pressure of hot air and the pull of gravity, the trajectory of the butterfly is as distorted as the pair of wings.

The scattered stars have now turned into burned out sparks. The red ones fell, like blood.

The two thin wings were obviously not enough to appease the hungry monster, so it simply bit into the butterfly's body.

The butterfly that was originally hanging in the air fell instantly as it was wrapped in flames, like a falling star.

All this happened so fast that Mo Bei had no time to think or react. The only movement was to move his eyes as the butterfly fell.

"call"

There was a slight sound in the fire, as if something was brewing.

Suddenly, a pair of diamond-shaped butterfly wings emerged from it. The flames seemed to have become a cocoon, and the creatures inside were ruthlessly thrown away after completing their transformation.

"hiss--"

The golden-red flow pattern gradually spreads from the butterfly's vertical tail, and the rhombus-shaped pointed wings become sharper. From a distance, it looks like a fire.

Falling like a meteor and being reborn from the fire - this is what every fire butterfly needs to experience.

With the new fire, the fire butterfly's flight trail is still scattered with scattered light.

Waving its wings leisurely, it slowly landed on Rosalin's finger and closed its wings.

Only then did Mo Bei realize that he had witnessed the transformation of a fire butterfly.

Butterflies who have to go through the fire are just like Rosalind back then. "No wonder Rosalin would choose to let this creature follow her."

A ray of power from Zhu Yue came out of the space: "Oh? You don't think that this is the spirit of the elements?"

"What do you mean by Zhu Yue...?"

"According to my observation, the butterfly in front was formed by that ability."

"Zhu Yue, what do you mean...that they have a special connection?"

Like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai?

"We cannot understand the knowledge of this world."

Indeed, they all know too little about this continent. Mo Bei asked the last question: "Then why is it fire?"

"...Obsession." Zhu Yue replied slowly.

"Obsessed...?"

After seeing what happened in the world of water timing, Mo Bei thought that the lady could let go of her obsession.

——He is still too naive. The dissipation of her lover's soul can certainly make her let go of some of her obsessions. But what about more?

So-called monsters, so-called disasters...she had heard about them and experienced too much. The filth of the world should be cleansed, and the color of the world should not be flawed.

Her tragedy with Rustan was just one of thousands.

——The fire has not yet subsided!

Stand on the top of all living beings and burn away the sins of the world!

……

Outside the window, the breeze blew through the willows, and the leaves made a rustling sound.

The fire butterfly not only looks like fire in color, but its life is also indistinguishable from flames. Although there is basically no change in color, judging from the drooping butterfly wings, it is losing life at a rapid rate.

Exhausting the last bit of strength, the Fire Butterfly flapped its wings in the direction of Mo Bei. The sparks falling along the trajectory seem to indicate that the life of the fire butterfly is running out.

"It won't burn me, right?" Mo Bei's little head always thinks about some strange questions.

However, he still chose to stretch out his hands and gently hold the butterfly.

The temperature from the fingertips told it that the butterfly was not hot.

This distance, which can be reached by just flapping its wings a few times, drains nearly all the strength of the butterfly.

Mo Bei wanted to put it down, but the butterfly clung to its fingertips and refused to come down. Helpless, Mo Bei had no choice but to try to open up the space.

After feebly waving its wings a few times, the butterfly squeezed in crookedly.

It seems that there is another little creature accompanying him.

……