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

"..." Ying moved his face and made a promise to the many soldiers in front of him: "Thank you very much. I promise you that I will give Ina Wife a bright future. Maybe this promise comes a little late, but At least, from now on."

Rough laughter gradually sounded.

The soldiers present were filled with endless fighting spirit.

"General, please rest assured, with your words, we will never give up!"

"Yes, Sir General, we will definitely be able to work with you to get back all the things Inazuma has lost!"

......

The leading warrior with a beard suddenly held his head high and looked forward with a serious expression. His legs were shoulder-width apart. He held the scabbard tightly with one hand and pressed the palm of the other hand against the handle of the knife.

Then there was the sound of armors rubbing against each other. A group of warriors standing behind were all ready to stand in a unified formation.

Everyone said with the best spirit: "The Chang Dao is magnificent, and the God is eternal!"

"The Chang Dao is magnificent, and the Ming Shen is eternal!"

Then the light faded and they disappeared.

The promise just made was made by Ying to them and to himself. After turning around, he fluttered his sleeves and stepped out of the cramped and imprisoned cave.

People's sacrifices once made her extremely painful, but she ignored the way they burned everything and shined brightly. The result is that in these hundreds of years, they have failed their will.

No matter what is said to them, it makes no sense, they are just a wandering memory in the ley line.

But even so, she still has to give an explanation to those people...to those people who still believe in her until now. This was what the god of rice wives should do, but she had already done it too late.

The waves hit the stone surface, splashing large amounts of white foam. Along with the sunshine, in addition to the crystal water drops, there was also a faint rainbow. Then, everything was gradually swallowed up and disappeared, blending into the sea water.

Just like the warrior said, she once thought that she only had to bear everything a warrior should bear. But what Inazuma needs more is someone like Zhen. Even if she and Zhen are completely different, they can never be each other - what she needs to do should be the same.

"I think... humans deserve your trust." Wutong squinted his eyes as the sea breeze blew.

Ying no longer denies it: "Yes, how powerful and tenacious he is, worth being proud of... General Thunder and Lightning, who is revered by people, must not hold them back."

Paimon felt happy for the other party from the bottom of his heart: "Oh? It seems like you have already figured it out!"

"There will be new changes and possibilities for Rice Wife, but it will take time. The scars left by the past will be healed by the time in the future. No matter how much time it takes, I will stick to it. This is the promise I made." I had a plan in my mind, and then made a preliminary estimate of the current situation here: "With the elimination of the Beastland Hounds, this matter has been initially resolved. It seems that they will not pose a greater threat. Follow-up matters, such as investigation The cause of the incident, maintenance of the root system, etc., should be left to the people of Tianling Sect or Society Sect to deal with it."

Paimon said with both hands: "Well, let's go then! Although Ying looks calm, he must be very confused inside, right? A lot has really changed during this time."

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Perhaps he was moved by the scene, but now because the sacred cherry tree is damaged and the ground veins are surging, various memories have emerged one by one, reminding Wutong of the old things at home.

But there are many differences with Ying's current situation.

The modern history of shame, the ignorant and arrogant feudal dynasty, the ordinary people who cannot wake up, and the self-degenerate and self-proclaimed conservatives. It can be said that the pioneers of that era were all resentful of this country, angry that it did not fight, and lamenting that it was hopeless.

But why do we have to use our blood, our lives, our hearts and lungs again and again, like a cuckoo crying for blood, to save this country and Mr. Yao one after another.

Because he couldn't stand his humble appearance of groveling and submissiveness, which made every child who saw his current situation feel extremely heartbroken. He was once such an indestructible, strong-willed, and glorious man, and was known as an ancient civilization in the East and a utopian wonderland praised by countless foreigners.

No matter how bad he is now, he is my country and my home.

There is a sentence in every word written with cadence and painstaking effort, in every determined gap on the page, in the tears and years. I really can't let go of you, sir.

There is a saying that goes well: Elders who are foolish should die at home, and those who are bullied to death by outsiders should be regarded as a feud in the world.

——He is indeed cowardly and ignorant, but this is not an excuse for you Westerners to point your sword at him. What qualifications do you have? What's your position?

——We have never denied the stupidity and cowardice of the Qing Dynasty from beginning to end, but we have never acknowledged the sarcastic insults of you bandits!

——Even if he has all sorts of bad qualities, we will never allow others to destroy him. His incompetent and pedantic feudalism must be ended in accordance with the times, but it can only end in the hands of his own people.

——He deserved to die once, but he definitely didn’t deserve to die like this! Hate him, blame him, but we will save him, reform him, and let him be reborn from the ashes. He will be brand new, different, and our own husband!

There are very few revolutionary success stories in history that are fortunate enough to be fought without blood. Unfortunately, those deafening shouts at home were not included.

Yao, he really got a "bloody rebirth".

The children's ideological awakening and behavioral changes. In the past, he ushered in death in the palace, and what stood up on the bones was the new life he gained due to hope.

Mr. Yao once described the magnificent scene.

The moment he opened his eyes, his whole body was in pain and weakness. As he was dying, he grabbed a strand of red silk in the darkness. If he wanted to say what it looked like in his hand, it might be as soft and eye-catching as the national flag now. Then, he seemed to see a tall man wearing a red scarf and a serious military uniform who looked confident and wanton.

His teacher, his desire, his North Star.

And behind that person, there are countless torrents of people, inexhaustible fire, faith, so dazzling.

Yao, radiance, brilliance, brightness, glory.

He saw "glory" in the eyes of the countless children around him who had blood on their faces, tatters on their bodies, or scars all over their bodies.

Many fires and hopes that did not ask for anything in return condensed one by one and turned into lifting hands. He used up all his strength and life to let him reach for the beautiful red stars in the sky and touch the flying white doves of peace.

He doesn't like the pungent and heartbreaking bright red color here, but he really loves this bright red color that is enough to illuminate the eternal night.

Therefore, he made a vow that no matter how poor he was in the future, no matter how hard he walked on thin ice, he would never forget to respond to the expectations of his children. The future he had promised and the reunion he had agreed upon.

All will surely come true.