Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

Schubert then glanced at the surrounding West Wind Knights and snorted coldly: "You still have a chance to fight for forgiveness. Kill all the West Wind Knights here and come with me! Then I will intercede for you at home. Give you a chance to change your ways!"

"I don't understand. You want the West Wind Knight to kill the West Wind Knight?" Yola lowered her eyes, put her fingers on her arms, and tapped them one after another.

"I repeat, you are not a knight of the west wind, you are a descendant of our family! You are a nobleman with the blood of the Lawrence family! You should comply with the will of the family!"

"..." Glancing at Schubert's hands that were trembling with anger, Yura tried not to break her calm appearance and asked: "But, from the past to now, when have I Have you ever complied with your family’s will?”

Paimon half-opened his mouth and marveled.

Schubert was choked to the point of incoherence, his face turned red, and he could not breathe while stroking his chest.

Wutong clicked his tongue a few times in his heart, oh, that's the bad thing about nobles. When he wants to curse someone, he can't find any suitable words in his mind. It's so barren that you can only point at other people's noses for a long time, and in the end you can only say something treasonous.

Youla took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, but Naihe couldn't suppress her anger at all: "If you really want to lose your temper, I should be the one who is angry. You know you are a member of the Lawrence family, but you are still doing this Threats to Mondstadt's safety. Have you ever thought about how many people you have caused trouble? Have you ever thought about how many people I have to make enemies with in order to calm down this incident?"

"Are you teaching me a lesson? How dare you teach me a lesson?" Schubert couldn't believe it.

"Yes, I am teaching you a lesson. Uncle, in the name of the Lawrence family that you value most."

Is it true, as my friend said at the time, that what I believe in is not Barbatos, the wind god who represents freedom, but the tower of corrupt desires?

"I have not experienced the glorious era you mentioned, and I do not understand the family's fanatical pursuit of it. But I have the ability to judge right from wrong, and I also know the meaning of freedom to the people of Mondstadt."

Why go? After the heroes overthrew the rule of the tornado demon and broke through the oppressive wind wall, they continued to build a new prison in this free land.

Yora shook her hands, the cloak on her shoulders rustled, she held her head high, and every word she spoke spoke loudly: "——The Lawrence family will not, and should not, become what you think."

I was talking to Schubert, but also to myself.

God knows how hard it took for Paimon to control his hands that wanted to applaud.

"Uh, uh...!" Schubert beat his chest and looked as if he was about to ascend to heaven. A mouthful of old blood spurted out three feet high: "Unfortunate family! Unlucky family! How could such a rebellious monster like you come out of the family! "

The hysterical look, the politeness and elegance that he always talked about were completely gone.

Wutong raised his hand and rubbed his ears.

"I don't quite understand what you are arguing about. Please take him away, please. I, the Honorary Knight, and Miss Wutong have something to do next."

After being escorted away completely.

Youla lowered her eyebrows and looked at the three people next to her: "Since you have taken action, it means you have obtained decisive evidence, right?"

"Well, all the fools have Zhang Meng's city defense map in their hands." The words were concise and concise.

Paimon nodded and added in detail: "I took a sneak peek and found out that your uncle used observation and drawing to mark the patrol route of the West Wind Knight, as well as a lot of other information..."

Wutong patted the other party's shoulder comfortingly.

"Oh, I originally thought that he was just an elder who was not doing his job properly, but I didn't expect that he would be so persistent in this kind of thing. I will also bear this grudge."

Let’s not say the rest of the words in a hurry. After the few people talked and understood each other, they started to rush into the depths of the ruins. After all, getting back the blueprint was the top priority.

But Wutong didn't expect that the remnants of the Demon God's experiment could be encountered here...

Is it really that haunting?

After beating up all the fools in the room, a Thunder Hammer forward recognized Wutong.

Even the other party shouted, Experimental Product No. 1-02.

"Why...? Leonid, did you fail...Ha, I have told you before, don't go. As a test subject, even if you don't take care of it, you won't live for long, and you will fall into pain sooner or later. Yes, I remember that when you escaped, didn't you bring another one with you? Hahahaha, did she look good when she died? Did you witness it with your own eyes? Bless you, you will die uglier than her. "

It really hasn't changed at all. They have always had the ability to silence the entire audience.

Smiling lightly, he turned to look at Paimon, who was next to Sora with worried eyes, and he snapped his fingers.

It was as if there was just mist rushing towards his face, ruffling his hair and clothes, but in the next second, Sora immediately reached out to pick up the sleeping elf, followed closely by Yula who was standing next to him.

Because the promise was made, he can no longer do things he doesn’t know about alone.

So even if you are angry, you must abide by the agreement.

Wutong slowly raised the sword with his right hand and watched his reflected golden eyes flickering on the cold blade. He lowered his eyes and silently shook off the sticky blood stained on it. The blade of the sword dragged on the uneven ground, making a chirping sound, and even sparks could be seen flying.

"...I have received your blessing." Wutong looked down from top to bottom, and without hesitation slashed down with his sword. The water gun heavy guard fell to the ground, clutching his wound and gasping for air. Blood spurted out from his throat, and his pupils shrank. In front of the Thunder Hammer forward who just spoke.

Why, why does the ghost linger? Did I do something wrong? Shouldn't I escape? Why should you spread all that hatred on me? Your pain and your life should be the most precious, so do I have to be humble?

Why, tell me, why.

In the dim room, whether they were fire gun guerrillas or ice gun heavy guards...everything the Thunder Hammer forward army could see, without exception, all had their throats sealed with a sword. A mixture of blood and stains, silent killings, only a pair of cold gold, like the only thing here. Undoubted royal power, almost cruel brilliance, and inorganic brilliance. That is obviously synonymous with warmth and sunshine.

Now it was filled with anger, burning and painful anger.

"Yeah, he failed, so are you going to try? Do you want to kill me?"

However, this conversation is destined to be a one-man show. Wutong didn't know that his eyes had turned into inhuman snake pupils at this moment, staring down and pityingly at the person crawling on the ground.

Believers cannot raise their heads to see God.

"Kill me, and your pain will be vented, and your actions will be labeled righteous. But, unfortunately, I am still alive."

The huge talisman that appeared out of thin air shone red and moved without any wind. It was an unknown black mass. No one wanted to explore what was inside. No one dared to blow away the smell of scorched wood and ashes. The breath of the snake was in the air. Echoes deep in the soul.

"So, congratulations, your death has come as promised."

The last stroke of the sword, including the thunder hammer that recognized her, doesn't matter whether there is some special communication tool or some secret code among the fools. Since they are confused, just remember them all and remember what she said. Remember the incision left by her, remember the silent mark on everyone's neck, remember to come to her.

The golden snake eyes, the flames of resentment, were burning as if blood and tears would flow from the eyes. The most primitive and ancient emotions are deeply rooted in every nerve.

She will use the purest method to end this disconnected relationship.

Let’s fight violence with violence.

But before that, the ocean will wait calmly.