Wutong exhaled softly and looked at the snake shadow that was spreading under his feet. The umbrella in her hand, even if she is not holding it, will not fall, as if someone has been standing by her side to hold the umbrella for her.

"It might make you feel more uncomfortable if you eat it, Ah Qiu. It's best not to overeat if you get seasick. You'll make yourself vomit." Feeling the smell of blood, Siha's breath hit his back, and Wutong's index finger clicked. He lit the umbrella handle and said.

The green blood that splattered out from the tear was like a spreading ink stain. The monster let out a shocking roar, and its severed limbs swung around and became manic. It raised a new tentacle and was about to stab the sycamore tree.

The next second, the huge chapped palm was pierced, and the fatal blow was blocked by flesh and blood. Immediately afterwards, Qingqiu seemed to feel no pain, and crushed the dishonest thing with his backhand. The bones of his lower body were like a dragon guarding treasure, surrounding the treasure in front of him: "I can just go to bed after eating, Wutong." Tong Hao—he hasn’t called me out for a long time, and he’s not happy. So, what do you need me to do this time?”

The black snake climbed up Wutong's fragile neck, and the cold scales rubbed against her skin and began to turn red. Hanging her seemed like a simple matter. But Wutong just closed his eyes and tilted his head like a cat: "Don't be unhappy, it's not like you don't know how difficult it is for you to call me."

Seeing the huge half-snake monster, which was more oppressive and weirder than the evil spirit in the sea, hunched up and appeared next to Wutong, Manyo and Beidou looked at Sora in shock. However, their great hero, Sora, couldn't look more at ease. Even when he noticed the complicated look in their eyes, he didn't forget to give a reassuring nod in response.

Maybe this is how birds of a feather flock together? After all, he is a traveler who can control multiple elements at the same time and can do things that ordinary people cannot do. His traveling companion is so special, it seems to barely make sense...?

"Ah, yes, I can't see you, I can't see you as I want..." Qingqiu's tone suddenly became sad. Whether it was the face blocked by the spell or the snake spitting out the letter, they were all facing the Wutong tree. Those hands that were bleeding out.

In an instant, the sharp scream of the sea monster suddenly sounded. Even though it had an excellent regeneration speed, it could not keep up with the speed at which its countless tentacles were cut into pieces.

Sora frowned and covered his ears. Fortunately, he himself has the protection of the talisman left by Wutong in Liyue Port, and other people have also been cast with spells so that they cannot hear. Otherwise, it would be strange if Wanyo's overly sensitive hearing is not deaf. .

"...Now that I see you, I should be happy, because I can finally see you. I am useful to you." The huge talisman on Qingqiu's face flashed red, and it was nailed to On the shackles in his wrists, the broken character patterns buzzed. The lightning struck down and flashed by, revealing his sharp white fangs and a weird smile that was torn out with force. A weird smile that ordinary people couldn't do: "——But why, why, am I angry?"

The strange formation rotated and bloomed like a flower on Xie Sui's head, and the red light shone unstintingly on the faces of everyone who looked up on the ship. The shaking ship was also lifted up and stopped. It's a pity that Qingqiu doesn't know the spell to repair the ship, nor can he change the ugly fruits into good ones. He only takes, He only brings death.

What is He angry about? Is it this annoying underwater water ghost, or is it the endless storm? Is it the unsightly blood stains on the treasure's hands, or is the blood shed because of Him and was caused by Him?

A shrill scream like a little devil kept coming from the struggling Xie Sui's mouth.

Fortunately, when I touched my ears just now, I also put on a layer of protection for myself. Wutong turned around and raised his hand to touch Qingqiu, who was so painful that he left two lines of blood and tears. He closed his eyes with a sigh and leaned his forehead against her. The opponent's hands, which were as simple as slapping her to death, were trying to cover her ears clumsily and carefully.

Qingqiu's memory was no better than hers, and she didn't know what happened. As long as the other party recalled it, it was like walking on the already dilapidated splinter again. The pain was so painful that it could cut the "slime" version of myself in the dream into countless small pieces.

I don’t remember anything, I hate without knowing why, I feel angry without knowing why, I cry without knowing why.

At that time, Wutong asked Qingqiu if it was because of her.

The black dumplings scattered on the ground were answered dully, yes and no. When I see you, I will be happy, I will be sad, I will be grateful, but I will feel that this is how it should be. As for whether these emotions will disappear without you, I have never thought about it. I have never thought about what will happen if I don't see you. Never.

Rather than the outcome of being pure without her, I am more willing to accept the messy present with her presence.

You are so obsessed, Black Snake, you look like this...

Wutong raised his right hand to his mouth, and Qingqiu also raised his hand simultaneously.

Then, he pulled his hand away from his mouth, pinched his thumb and middle finger together, and made a crisp sound: "Shh, good kids, it's time to go to bed."

Under the red light, Manyo, Beidou and a few crew members fell to the ground.

Looking at Qingqiu who was copying her movements meticulously, Wutong thought erratically that if his hands were made of flesh and blood, they would be very beautiful when he snaps his fingers.

Thin lines as dense as a spider web flashed under the formation.

The screaming stopped abruptly.

Accompanied by the sound of lumps falling into the sea, Sora approached, looked at the behemoth in front of him with some distress, and tentatively said: "Hello...?"

Wutong smiled and patted Qingqiu's tail, but the other party ignored him completely. After thinking about it, he took off the black snake that had been paralyzed as a scarf and raised it to Kong: "I'm sorry, Aqiu has some brain problems right now. Well, you can talk to the little snake."

Sora looked at the small mung bean in front of him, blinked, and wanted to touch it.

"I'll eat you if I dare to reach out. My little master likes you, but I don't." The black snake spat out a red letter, showed two fangs, snorted coldly, then wrapped around Wutong's wrist, wrapping it around him like a tree. Go down to the ground and swim to Qingqiu who is already full.

Wutong smiled helplessly and saw that Qingqiu's figure began to fade away, so he planned to go with Sora to see the sleeping people on the deck.

Suddenly, something cold rolled up around his ankle, and his tailbone touched the safety lock, making a burning sound.

When your steps stagnate, the resistance is actually very small. You only need to lift it up and pull it to break free. But Wutong didn't do that. She squatted down, unhooked the safety lock, tied it to the other foot, and then patted the burned bones with black marks: "Huh, it hurts to fly away. It doesn't matter, my hand I will pay attention to the injury. I don’t blame you, thank you. Let’s talk more next time we meet, then... Good night, Aqiu.”

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