This immortal picked up Shen He in a cave.

At that time, I happened to pass by and noticed the smell of the remains of the demon god in the cave. I was always vigilant and immediately went inside to check.

Shen He, who was about six years old in the cave, was holding a dagger in his hand and was confronting a monster transformed from the remains of the demon god. When I arrived, she had been confronting the monster for several days.

Most of the children of mortals are physically and mentally fragile and rely on their parents for protection. But she is different. She was able to survive such a dangerous battle, relying not only on her strong willpower, but also on her innate bloodiness and murderous intent.

Even after I cleaned up the monster, she refused to relax and pointed the dagger at me, being careful. It wasn't until he was sure that I wouldn't hurt her that he fainted without saying a word.

But if I hadn't passed by at that time, might Shen He have encountered something unexpected?

Not necessarily. In fact, when I arrived at the scene, I could already feel that the demon's resentment was gradually dissipating. If the stalemate continues, Shen He will probably win.

"But it's still very dangerous! Why does she have to fight the demon's resentment at such a young age?"

Faced with Paimeng's simple yet incomprehensible question, Lord Liuyun Jiefeng shook his head helplessly: "Well, I guess she also enjoys all kinds of hardships in the world. Seeing that she had nowhere to go, I took her in. .”

The question I asked at that time happened to be answered at this moment. Kong looked at Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun: "So the master Shen He talks about is actually..."

"It should be said that I am the immortal. Shen He has a special physique and is a good candidate for practicing immortal arts. I, like other immortals, cherish talents and are willing to teach her. However, the murderous nature she has shown since childhood has not increased with age. And it disappears, and even increases day by day... He cut the moon and built the Yang to divine for her, saying that she was a Guchen calamity evil spirit, full of evil spirits, and easy to hurt relatives and friends. This matter is dangerous, and the soul needs to be locked with a red rope to control the murderous evil in her bones and blood. sex."

"...Red rope?" Wutong was startled, remembering that after she helped Mandrill dispel her karma, the safety locks given by the immortals as a thank you were strung together with red ropes.

Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed the wind and understood with just one glance: "Yes, the red rope on the safe lock given to you is the same. The evil evil spirits of karma are the best at flattery and encouragement, and they are accustomed to nourishing and nourishing themselves with killing and blood. A little bit. It’s easy to fall into it if you’re not careful. So, did you feel uncomfortable after that?”

"Not at all." Wutong shook his head, thought for a while and then added: "The effect is very good."

It's so good that it can overcome the remnants of the demon god and suppress Qingqiu for a while. It turns out that she rarely felt intense negative emotions such as boredom, anger, etc. It was because of this lock.

"In this way, but in this way, although Shen He, who was tied with the red rope, calmed down, his expression softened and he actually looked a little dull... Maybe it was because the red rope was so powerful that it suppressed other emotions?" Liu Yun Jiefeng looked satisfied, but then looked at Wutong again, seeming puzzled. The meaningful gaze stayed for a few seconds, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the dark shadow leaving under the moonlight. At the same time, he saw that Wutong himself was thoughtful, so he stopped delving into it: "Meeting in a sea of ​​people is fate. You and Shen He are destined. , please take more care of her."

Paimeng smiled slyly: "I understand, so Lord Liuyun Jiefeng came here because he was worried about Shen He?"

"Hmph, how could it be so simple? Today's Liyue Port seems peaceful, but there is also a hidden crisis. Back then, Ningguang boasted about Haikou and insisted that this is the era of contracts between Liyue and others... I would like to take a look, How can she deal with the coming storm? If she handles it well, I am willing to be a witness to her achievements. If not... the Immortal family will take over the overall situation. "

Follow Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun's gaze and look at the calm and dark sea hidden in the night. Wutong lowered his eyes and chuckled: "I think Miss Ningguang will handle it well. After all, the Sea Lantern Festival is coming soon, isn't it? Liyue people can't delay and miss such an important festival."

Yes, the Lantern Festival is coming soon...

"Okay, I've delayed you for a long time, so I'll stop talking here. It's getting late, so go get some rest early." Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng raised his head to a few people, indicating that it was not early, and asked the three of you to go back to the mountain as soon as possible. Go to the hotel at the foot of the hill to rest.

In the end, I didn’t eat the roasted chicken legs.

It's not really what Mr. Liuyun Jiefeng said, because the night is getting darker and it's time to go to bed. It was because it suddenly started to rain lightly outside.

Closing the window, Paimon looked at the traces of water that poured on the glass and slowly gathered into a thin stream that meandered down. Somewhat lost.

"Do you really want to eat it?" Wutong sat by the bed, holding a thermos bottle, and asked the little guide who was slumped down while holding the pillow.

The little guide shook her head. If the roasted chicken legs were cooked freshly, it would be too slow. She didn't want to trouble Wutong so much before going to bed: "I don't really think about it. It's okay. We can eat it next time. Well, I just I'm thinking, it turns out that Shen He is not an immortal, but just grew up with immortals... No wonder she doesn't want to be regarded as an immortal. Being treated respectfully by others will make her feel troubled... That's why she said, she doesn't Are you sure you will stay here?"

"...Yes. However, human beings raised by immortals are not only what Liyue needs today, but also the thoughts of many immortal families." After feeling that the temperature was about the same, Wutong took off his shoes and lifted them. Open the quilt and stuff your own thermos bottle into the quilt. Lying on the bed, he patted Paimon on the back and comforted him: "Are you still worried about the coming storm that the immortal said? Don't worry, the people of Mondstadt don't have the habit of spending time with Trouble at the Wind and Flower Festival. I'm sure Li There’s no Moon Man either. It’s the Lantern Festival.”

Pamon rubbed it into the pillow and blinked: "Really?"

"Of course, I promise." Wutong stretched out her little finger.

Paimon was completely relieved, and he also extended his little finger and hooked it: "Hey, I believe in Wutong the most."

So, after he no longer had any random thoughts in his mind, Paimeng's eyelids gradually stuck together with the sound of rain and the gentle patting of the phoenix tree on his back. He grabbed the pillow under his head with his little hands, pouted, and slowed down his breathing in the warm quilt.

Waited for a while.

Kong came out of the dust song pot and turned off the light next to him. Under the faint moonlight coming in from the window, I approached the bed.

He had just gone to the Chenge Kettle to feed Nian Nian, worked hard and shoveled the poop, and also went around the house to check whether the rebellious girl had dug through the trash cans, demolished the house, and tortured the innocent seedlings in the yard.

In the end, it was discovered that Mao Zizi had performed well, and he was generously rewarded with half a can.

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