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

The Royal Pearl is an ancient pearl with bright luster. When you hold it in your hand, you can seem to see the secrets and power under the abyss contained in it.

After taking out the spirit beads contained in these four seals, according to Miss Luzi's words, the fifth level of heart seal can be unlocked.

Maybe it was too fast. When they came to the Coral Palace to find Miss Luzi with the four beads, the other party thought they had forgotten the location of the seal and needed to hear it again.

Seeing that the bead in Sora's hand was indeed fake, she looked up at the sun to make sure that it had not been cut off for no reason during the whole day. Luzi exclaimed: "It's so reliable, three of you, thank you very much! Then the next step is to solve the distance problem." Opening the final heart seal is only one step away."

Next, the three of them went to the Heart Seal with Luzi.

A transparent barrier, emitting a wonderful phosphorescence, with a pattern of a fish.

After entering, you went through a series of regular operations such as fighting monsters and solving puzzles. After activating a series of breathtaking formations, I successfully obtained a strange treasure with a very difficult-to-pronounce name - the Key to the Moon Bathing Abyss.

This is a must-have item to open the entrance to Yuanxia Palace. Legend has it that it was forged from the blood that flowed from the Omikami's body.

Mysterious and mysterious.

Paimon pursed his lips, his tongue was tied for a long time, and he gave up decisively, obeying the short name, Key to the Abyss.

The next step is to report it to Coral Palace Xinhai, wait for her approval, wait for the flow of spiritual veins to be correct, and then you can enter Yuanxia Palace.

The keys will be left here for now.

Standing in front of the restaurant in Daozuma City, Paimon slowly asked if it was really too fast.

Wutong shrugged, pushed the door open, picked up the menu and skillfully ordered a bowl of fried pork cutlet rice, a bowl of omelette rice, a bowl of animal bone ramen, and a few dishes: "At least it's not nothing, we have the Coral Palace. Officially friendly...er...well...in short, they'll always welcome us."

"Ah Yu is really smart. I feel like there are no tricks that can stump you. Besides, I played games before. By the way, this year's Hai Lantern Festival, how about we play at a table in Liyue?" Kong Gei The three of them each poured a glass of water. I don’t know why, but Mrs. Dao especially likes to drink ice water all year round. It’s magical.

At least there was a fire in the room, so drinking ice water wouldn’t be too outrageous. Wutong even felt a little hot, so he simply took off his coat: “That’s a good suggestion. I’ve already started imagining it. In fact, I’ve wanted to talk to Mr. Zhongli for a long time. A thrilling werewolf killing, really."

Kong picked up the cup and knocked the other person's cup lightly: "What a coincidence, I feel the same way."

At night, the three people returned to Chensong Pot.

Paimon clicked open the sandwich bread that he said he would eat only tomorrow morning. However, fortunately, they have long been accustomed to it. In fact, in most cases, this kind of food that is usually put away for eating the next morning cannot be put away.

Wutong crossed her legs, picked up the acoustic guitar placed next to the sofa, and casually plucked two notes, low and long.

The picture book on the coffee table was opened, Nian Nian was lying in front of Paimon with his hands in his hands, patiently challenging the little master's determination, and randomly waiting for a bite of delicious bread falling from the sky.

Paimon was not surprised by Sycamore's sudden interest.

This instrument actually belongs to Sora, but Sora's ability is limited to simple introductory nursery rhymes, and it is different from the one they bought in the store at Fenghua Festival, although it uses strings.

Therefore, this guitar is more for posing for photos. Wutong commented on the finished product photo. It is very youthful and artistic. It has the kind of beauty that would steal Wendy's business when it is stationed by the fountain.

But that’s as far as it goes.

And since it was made by Wutong, the other party would naturally be able to play the acoustic guitar. On a few afternoons, Paimeng hugged a soft pillow and fell asleep with soft slow tunes in his ears.

Kong had just seen the flowers, fruits and vegetables grown in the yard from the outside. When he opened the door, he heard the light and nostalgic sound of the piano. His fingertips brushed against the strings. It was not harsh, but had a different kind of embellishment.

The person not far away had long hair simply tied into a low ponytail with a hairband, a light-colored wide-knit sweater, and the cuffs were neatly rolled up twice, revealing his wrists that he could hold with one hand. The cinnabar string that never left my body disappeared. The other party said that it was given to Mr. Jin on the Zhuyue Festival. Now it is empty, like fine jade.

Warm fur slippers wrapped around the white ankles, and the safety locks were trapped in the fur. The wide and slightly short trouser legs were rubbed up because of the crossed legs.

Earrings, neck rings, all kinds of accessories on the body have been removed, leaving only the red rope on the feet. Wutong is dressed in light color, and under the yellow light, it almost looks like a dream.

As Sora approached, the other person's curled eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow, and his dexterous and slender fingers played with the six strings of different thicknesses as if weaving the most beautiful story in the world.

Sensing the arrival, Wutong just raised her eyes and looked at him in the leisurely environment, without speaking.

Then he lowered his eyes again, chuckled, and curved the corners of his mouth. What was originally just a melody that sounded like a call, turned into a coherent and cheerful tune. The listeners can't help but sway around along with the music.

Sora felt that others might not believe it if he told it, but would there really be an audience who could feel the love expressed by the performer from the music when listening to it?

"Canon" - This is the song Wutong played tonight.

Even Wutong himself couldn't explain why he wanted to play a song tonight. Maybe it's because the snoring every year is too comfortable, maybe it's because the sound of Paimon flipping through books and chewing bread is too usual, maybe it's because the warmth in the fireplace is too comfortable. Or maybe it's because I'm at home, so I don't need to find another reason to do anything I want to do.

If Wutong knew the question that Kong was thinking about, she would definitely answer: It depends on what the performer is thinking when playing, and whether the performer wants the audience to know.

If you want to, even playing "Little Star" can make people happy. If you don't want to, even playing "Dream Wedding" can make people feel the resentment of stepping into the marriage grave.

I am very happy, so I want you to feel happy too. I am very happy, so I want you to feel happy. You don’t have to do anything, you don’t have to sing in unison, you don’t have to applaud, you don’t have to understand it or you don’t understand it, you don’t have to appreciate it or you don’t appreciate it. None of this matters. You have the light novels you often read at hand, the fruit tea in the cup has just the right sweetness and temperature, the elf who has been traveling with you all this time is here, and the cat you picked up is also purring and acting coquettishly.

It's safe, warm and comfortable here...

So now, you just need to stay with me.