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

"...Indus...Indus...Indus..."

The Demon God, who didn't pay attention to anything and didn't care about anything, knelt in front of Wutong at this moment, picked up the other person's limp body, struggled into his arms, tilted his head and pressed it against the neck of the aorta, and pulled his arms to hold him. Circle yourself.

It seems to be a response, and it seems to be a call in the most intuitive and simple way.

Wutong... Wutong... Wutong...

Qingqiu couldn't help but flash past bits and pieces in her mind, and the corners as soft as cotton became the sharpest splinters at the moment. The more she tightened her grip, the more blood she cut.

Wutong has become a dead man.

She wanted to escape but she knew this fact clearly.

She could no longer stand at Wutong's bedside and watch her sleeping face quietly where the moonlight could not reach.

No longer can you lean somewhere and look up to see Wutong's daily life, watching her alone in the yard waiting at the intersection.

I can no longer sit in front of the table and bed, with books that Wutong is interested in, reading with her and answering boring questions for a whole day.

This feeling, what exactly is this feeling?

Is it the love pain Wutong mentioned in the past? Because she was reliving the past over and over again, she felt extremely painful but she couldn't stop. She even remembered the details, so clearly that the collar of Wutong's shirt was slightly open under the moonlight, and there was a mole on her chest near her heart.

But she didn't want that at all. She didn't like pain at all.

Why don't you want to wake up?

You are so kind, soft-hearted and kind-hearted. If I want to prevent everyone in this village from entering reincarnation, I can only pray here for you to turn back from the road of death.

Would you like to wake up?

Black-red mist spread, bringing with it a cold aura. Gradually it wraps around the limbs and bones of everyone here and wraps up the whole body. Under the cold moonlight, the green maple leaves outside the window have long been stained red with blood, with traces of dryness left on them. They are already red before autumn.

The houses were rotting and peeling, with scattered pieces of wood and earth falling down. The crumbling and collapsed beams smashed the few remaining intact ones into pieces. The roof that once sheltered us from the wind and rain and climbed up to see the stars also had several holes. Some of the found books fell into the mud, and some were buried in the mud. Tongues of fire devour it and cease to exist.

Yue Han's stagnant eyes looked straight at the boy lying flat on the stone bed. The falling bricks hit her body, causing a dull pain, and she remained motionless.

In his eyes, among all the collapsed things, only this corner seemed to be still favored by someone. It was quiet and pure, and even the dust that stirred up looked peaceful in the moonlight.

——Let me choose a name...? Ha ha, alright.

The flame was scorching hot, and in the jumping light, she seemed to see a back figure, sitting beside the bed, gentle and beautiful.

——Xiao Zai doesn’t know.

That shadowy figure can sometimes be seen in the endless fields, sometimes under the endless blue sky, and sometimes under the bright red maple trees.

——When Xiao Zai left, there was no pain at all.

With a loud noise, pieces of paper flew up and then swirled down. Paper is a rare thing, rarely found in the village, and that person usually writes several prescriptions on the same piece of paper.

so...

Even the name is the same.

"Flying Light"

The paper ignited by the flying sparks began to dissipate in the air. The arrangement was different, and the carefully selected thoughts slid across Yuehan's eyes like punishment, and they suddenly passed by, and the final answer that was enclosed was like a rope tightly strangling her neck.

——No matter who you are, let’s die together.

I thought I had long been used to numbness, but I didn't expect the pain to hit me again in force. She was trapped in misery, confusion, and deep misery. It hurts both internally and externally. It hurts like broken jade bearing disaster, and a cuckoo cries blood. The tears in his eyes were mixed with blood, leaving a faint red mark on his face. Her life was absurd, one step wrong and one step wrong, she was hateful but did not regret her death, she was suspicious but incompetent. The absurd, desolate and chaotic ending has never been let go by reality, she accepted it.

But how could she let that person die with her? No, no... She doesn't want to die together, she wants that person to live.

"Go and beg for her response, pray for her to come back, beg her to look back." Qingqiu's voice sounded. It's like a divine message from a superior god.

Ah...what if...

Yuehan moved his stiff hand.

It was clearly a question but it didn't have any meaning of inquiry. His calm and cold tone was stone-hearted and unkind: "In order for her to wake up, you are willing to do so."

Zai Qingqiu carried Wutong to the outside of the courtyard, to a place that could not be seen from behind.

A pair of hands that were chapped, rough and completely unsightly, stained with blood, and there was dirt mixed with blood and mud between the fingernails. Put your hands together slowly.

It seemed like an answer, like a promise. After the blood flooded his throat, his voice was like a mosquito, hoarse and trembling: "I do...I do..."

Yuehan was so sad that he wanted to vomit his whole heart out. He was said to be a scourge for thousands of years. For a time, his self-loathing and self-pity reached an unprecedented height. She has thought about it countless times, but she also feels that death is the best gift for people like her.

How could she let that person die with her?

That person should be highly respected and live a hundred years, with constant incense and people worshiping him on the three thousand steps. She is a clay figurine who deserves to be beaten and scolded like a street rat. She is stubborn, self-righteous, weak-willed and ignorant.

So... I am willing... I have been willing since that sunny day.

I am willing to be deprived of everything, and I am willing to become a remnant soul that is ignorant and speechless. I am willing to kneel here for a long time to beg for her response, pray for her to come back, beg her to turn back.

The completely collapsed wooden beams and stone tiles fell on the arched back, but they could not shake the bowing posture at all.

His lips were pale, his eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was pressed against the ground, and he stood in front of him with his palms clasped together.

Worship devoutly.

There is no human being more pious than her.

"I did something bad, won't you teach me? Teacher." Qingqiu twirled a messy strand of hair on Wutong's cold face and gently pulled it behind her ear.

The life and death of these people has no influence on her at all. She never wanted to have too much to do with anyone on the road, nor did she want to waste her feelings. Because it will be very troublesome after separation, she only needs Wutong alone.

But now she has done something that Wutong said was extremely unforgivable. It has been a long time since she made him angry.

Why haven't you woke up yet?

In other words, you don't care about these people.

I didn't tell you what I was doing, I didn't kill the Puppet Master completely, right?