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

Wutong, who ate neither too much nor too little, and was keen on taking a walk after dinner, met Baizhu and Qiqi, who had just met in the morning, at the plum blossom pile of a small waterfall not far from Wuwangpo.

"...Mr. Bai, for the fireworks show, I want to go to the roof to watch the fireworks. It's high up there and won't scare the little sparrows on the ground."

Bai Shu noticed the footsteps that stopped not far away. From the back of the house, he glanced at the hem of light-colored clothes: "Don't worry, the little birds will fly away as soon as they hear footsteps. They won't be scared. We will also We can't stay here too long, we have to go to the next place for medical treatment..."

"Well...the patient is more important, Qiqi, it doesn't matter."

"After we are busy with the Hailantern Festival, we can take Qiqi to various places, okay?"

"Then I want to write it down in my notes."

"Okay, okay, come on, let me give you a pen... Well, I just happened to go over there to see how many herbs we have left." Baizhu walked towards the back of the house where Wutong appeared just now. Coincidentally, the herbs they put there were really there. here.

However, after turning around, there was no one in sight. Baizhu approached and saw a small wood-carved sparrow placed above the pile of herbs. The child could hold it just right in his hand. It was fat and looked cute and naive.

"It looks really good, your hands are very skillful." When Baizhu took the thing in his hand, Changsheng poked his head, looked left and right and praised.

Bai Zhu turned around, took the herbal medicine with him, smiled and pinched the head of the small wooden bird, and put the small thing on the notebook where Qi Qi was immersed in writing carefully one stroke at a time.

Qi Qi's eyes lit up, and she returned the pen to Bai Shu, holding the little ball in her hands and couldn't put it down.

"Thank you, Mr. Bai."

"Thank you, Miss Wutong."

"Well, thank you, Miss Wutong."

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After saying goodbye to Xingqiu Chongyun of Qingce Village, Wutong took Yao to Luhua Pond.

The pools formed by natural calcification are undulating and well-proportioned. Under the influence of minerals, the lake water here shows an incredible color, but it does not affect its warmth and clarity at all. Viewed from above, the uncanny craftsmanship of nature has created a huge palette of colors spread across the land.

This is the area where Liyue Qiongjiye belongs. The tributary of Bishui River ends at the junction of the northern foot of Tianheng Mountain and the stone forest.

It’s also a private place where you won’t be disturbed.

Then, they went to Jueyunjian, a deserted mountain range shrouded in clouds and mist all year round in the northwest of Liyue.

According to legend among the people of Liyue, there are wonderful scenes in this mountain. It is often sought after by some people who seek immortality and pray for blessings.

However, due to the complex terrain and steep mountain roads, there are few people there. It is a secluded place for the immortals who protect Liyue.

Here they embarked on a thrilling, rope-free cross-mountain exercise.

Whether Wutong is running or jumping, or when Yao is not paying attention, he jumps down from the transparent immortal path designated by Yao to find some excitement. The next second, the parents with eyes behind him will wave their hands and fish him up to him.

Yao had a look on his face, "You're the only one who wants to do bad things behind my back, so just save it."

There was almost no one in this place, so Yao relaxed a lot, and he was very handy with all kinds of magical talismans. Then he held Wutong and Paimon in one hand, holding Sora under his arm, showing what real excitement was.

Jueyunjian’s limited edition roller coaster.

Kong looked at the crazily regressing mountain in front of him, raised his hand to hold down his flying braids, and the hem of Mr. Yao's clothes next to him that was madly sticking to his face. At the same time, he resisted and wanted to touch the mountain crane next to him that was flapping its wings but relatively motionless.

Paimon's unstoppable high-pitched voice spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain and then around the mountain, swinging among the clouds. He was afraid that someone would spread the news the next day that something was wrong in the mountain.

In Wutong's hand, he held the Qingxin garland that Mr. Yao had used his magic to create in advance. As they dived together under the influence of gravity, he boldly placed it on Yao's head. Then he turned around and reached out to paddle across the river just below him.

The high-speed momentum formed a crystal clear water curtain on both sides. After splashing, it fell on the arms, which was ice-cold.

"It's a pity that it's not at sea." The wind blew Yao's words into pieces, but Wutong still heard: "Next time."

Wutong blinked.

For Mr. Yao, next time, is it tomorrow or next year? Or, many, many years later? When exactly?

I do not know...

After having fun, Yao yawned and said that as an old man, he was exhausted and wanted to go back to Wangshu Inn to sleep and rest.

For the first time, Yao entered the room to rest earlier than the two young people.

Wutong reacted slowly.

Kong Ji quickly took out the Dust Song Pot from his bag and made a gesture of invitation to Paimon. Paimon opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened it again, looking at the empty pot that nodded to indicate that everything was in it, and then at Yao's closed door. Scratching his head, he went in.

The mood was the same as the route they took in the afternoon when they shot from the bottom of the mountain to the sky. Standing on Tianheng Mountain, looking at Liyue Port becoming more and more prosperous and grand, it looks like a never-sleeping city guarding the edge of the dark ocean.

Kong held Wutong's hand, and the other party's fingers were tightly intertwined with his.

Turning around, I saw Wutong looking up at the lanterns floating high in the sky. The scene from last year's Lantern Festival suddenly flashed through Kong's mind. The man walked towards him so conspicuously against the crowd, as if everyone around him was wearing a blur filter.

He suddenly remembered what Mr. Yao said to him on the first day.

The short-lived species and the short-lived species, the long-lived species and the long-lived species, this kind of love is still divided and broken, let alone the love between the long-lived species and the short-lived species. In addition to the lifespan issue that cannot be ignored, even if Ayu is a long-lived species, but changes from a short-lived species to a long-lived species, her thoughts will remain in the short-lived species thinking for a long time in the future.

Belonging to the immortal species, your paranoia, your desire for exclusivity...your feelings and love. Can it really be greater than the confusion and pain that Ayu encountered when she was getting used to becoming an immortal species?

It is true that love is beautiful, free, and comes from the heart voluntarily. Love that carries a burden becomes a constraint. I'm not in a position to ask you to do this. But as a father, I still hope that you can extend the period of this love.