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

"..." Wutong put away the drawings, then put Yura, who had fallen into a short sleep, on top of him. After leaving the room with Sora holding Paimon not far away, he snapped his fingers again.

Nightmares are time-sensitive. While waiting, Wutong watched Kong squat in front of her, took out a clean handkerchief from her bag, lifted her face, and began to wipe the blood spattered on it.

He admitted that he was a little scared just now, but he was inexplicably satisfied with the fact that he was the only one who was not hypnotized and passed out. Sora supported the other person and hid it under his long hair. The teeth marks on the back of his neck were on Wutong's eyelashes. A gentle kiss.

"Aren't you afraid?" Wutong asked, squinting his eyes.

Kong shook his head, it wasn't some art of torturing corpses, gutting them, or dismembering them. Those fools lying on the ground didn't even lose their heads. Except for the blood spraying everywhere, it was actually fine: "Do you want to throw away your coat? It's so dirty. "

Wutong frowned as he scraped the hem of his clothes that had become stiff after the blood had dried completely. After taking them off, he looked at the exposed skin and found no suspicious marks, so he felt relieved.

About three to five minutes later, Youla, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly woke up.

A dark, empty dream is really not a good experience. He rubbed his temples and raised his eyes.

Wutong hugged her knees and waved to her.

"...Did something just happen? Was it an enemy attack?" The memory only lingers on Yola seeing a crowd of fools after entering the door. She secretly tsked and stood up quickly, wanting to check.

Wutong grabbed the opponent and pushed the drawing over. She does know that this spell can cause a person's memory loss or confusion. In more serious cases, it can even cause fear and nightmares and destroy the soul. However, because she strictly controlled the effective time, the effects on Yura and Paimon were not very serious, they only lost a small part.

Yora looked at the different attire on Wutong and the coat that looked completely unnecessary under her buttocks. It was still stained with a large amount of red. She didn't ask any more questions. After a while, the knights were cleared, and she naturally had time. of. So he unfolded the drawing and glanced at it: "This is it, but I don't know if they took this opportunity to make a backup... However, if my uncle is not their puppet, even attacking Mondstadt will be of little benefit."

"Fools, you shouldn't have to rely on your uncle, right?" Wutong patted Paimon, who was still sleeping. It stands to reason that after she controls the dream, the harmless one will only be darkness and silence. If it is not a sweet dream, it should be soon. You will wake up.

"Indeed, but if you don't want to take over Mondstadt by supporting puppets, but just attack, there is no need to take this detour. Even if the Fools are very dishonest, they will not start a war now. In that case, his opponent can Mondstadt is not the only one..."

Sora agreed: "That's putting the cart before the horse."

Youla put the drawings away and glanced at the room not far away, which didn't look very nice when looking in from the outside: "Anyway, I will also tell the acting team leader about this hidden danger, and she will handle it properly."

"By the way, Yora, why did you come with me?"

The timing was too coincidental.

In response to Wutong's question, Splash Knight smiled slyly: "Well... because you defeated the fools I was tracking at the beginning and took my credit, so now I'm here to take revenge. Since you took my credit, Then I must get it back."

After such a long time, Sora was able to understand it, and he curled his lips and said, "Then let's make it even."

"Ha, I'm afraid I haven't forgotten that your grudges are all on your traveling companion Wutong. Rounding up, her grudges are piled higher than her own, and you are indispensable. So, even if you turn into ashes, I I will never forget you!"

Wutong stood up, hugging Paimon who was rubbing his eyes and waking up now, and raised his eyebrows: "Really? Don't worry, I will work hard to live until the day when you take all my revenge on me."

They said goodbye briefly and waited for the three of them to leave.

Yora picked up the coat that was spread out on the ground and looked back and forth. Apart from large patches of blood, there was no damage.

Then he went to the room full of corpses of fools and walked around twice, but there were no survivors. After a brief glance, there were wounds left by large swords on the corpses, and there were also wounds left by one-handed swords. All have more or less traces of fatal injuries, but some will leave a lot of blood stains, while others will not.

Crouching down and taking a closer look, the wounds of those whose throats were sealed by a sword seemed to have been deliberately controlled. Generally speaking, if a person who is accustomed to using a sword wants to kill someone, the blade will sometimes only reach the most basic level of slitting the throat, and sometimes, it will even cut the enemy's neck in half.

But now these wounds, without exception, all remain in the state of a cut throat.

Yura stood up and wiped her hands.

It seemed that Wutong had some trouble with the people here. She could check the details. In addition, her memory is also missing. After all, there are traces of her doing it, but she has no memory of doing it. Clothes... just burn them. As for the rest, just follow the normal procedures.

the other side.

Since Paimon had slept for a long time before waking up, Wutong forced him to follow her and wander around for a few hours.

Fortunately, this sleepiness did not last forever. After dangling for about half a day, Paimon recovered and became as lively as usual again. And they say that a person’s energy levels are determined by their appetite. Wutong bit the end of his chopsticks and glanced at the completely empty bucket in his hand. After a moment of silence, he asked the boss to please add more rice.

Well, it does look like he has fully recovered.

It was nearly a month since I got the Chensong Pot. After I returned to my apartment in the evening after dinner, Wutong rubbed his chin, lay down in the living room, and continued to make corrections with a pen on the paper that had been folded several times.

"Sora, come here."

Kong waved his hand, wiped off the remaining water, and walked over.

"Do you want to make some changes here? If we dig a pond at the back and plant trees next to it according to the design, the light in this room will be completely blocked." Wutong casually tied a half-crown head with a hair rope and took it backwards. Hold the pen and circle the question for the other person to see.

Because of the marking calculation, the first joint of the opponent's middle finger and the right side of the little finger were covered in black ink. Kong thought for a while, and first replied, he could ask Yuan Yuan if he could slightly adjust the direction of the house. If not, he would move the pool to the side, and then other trees except the huge sycamore tree would be left alone. It really couldn't be added. A fence or something.

Then after the other party struggled with the modifications and finalized it, I picked up a moist paper towel and helped him wipe off the ink marks on it.

The nails were trimmed to just the right length and were round and pink. Sora held them and put them to his mouth, tilted his head and kissed them.

Wutong glanced at the ajar bedroom door and sighed that this person was really not afraid of being discovered by Paimon.

Moreover, being so anxious seemed like she was the only one who was stupid.

Wutong raised his eyebrows, then let Sora circle her on the sofa, with his knees between her legs. At first, she just bit her fingertips, but now she grabbed her hands and kissed them.

Forget it, let him be happy.