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

"I met Morax, and those books about congenital heart disease were exchanged for my scales. I promised him that if he needs help, he can call me. As long as I can do it, I will Will refuse."

"A few days ago, I was called. A man named Puppet Master under the Demon God of Dreams, together with the rest of the remnants, formed a new alliance and vowed to avenge the death of the Demon God of Dreams and revive the great cause. Morax This new alliance needs to be wiped out again, but the Puppet Master is good at hiding and often controls everything from behind."

"Simple extermination is not efficient, and Morax wants to try his best to save the hostages, that is, the dolls that have not been fully assimilated and are still sane. Therefore, he asked me to take action."

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The unanswered explanations echoed in the lonely yard, and wisps of transparent souls stood up from the corpses. Their eyes were dull, their movements were slow, and their figures were erratic. Some are repeating the same things they did in life, and some are motionless.

"I'll kill that guy for you. Then you wake up, okay?" Qingqiu coaxed, imitating the tone Wutong would use when he asked her to find something elsewhere.

The inhuman demon maintains his human form partly because of disguise and partly because he feels a sense of affinity in front of humans. Wutong never asked Qingqiu to maintain a human posture when walking with him, because when they first met, Qingqiu looked half-snake and half-human.

Then why did she remain in human form?

Because of the name.

The tokens fluttered and turned, shining brightly. When he stopped to hold it between his fingers, the next moment he came to one of the remnants who followed the puppet master.

Before he could even see the person coming, his head and body had already separated.

Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of cards.

During this period, the uninvited guest who suddenly came to visit was recognized as Brand, but seeing him holding a corpse, he learned that the plan had been successful. The manic laughter and sarcastic words made it seem that Brand was already a bereaved dog. Of course, there are also demon gods who are famous for their speed, who will transmit information quickly.

"Brand" is the name given by an unknown person to Eleg as a demon god. But "Qingqiu" is different. It is a human name given by Wutong and belongs to the two of them.

"Just now, I suddenly remembered what you once teased me about, Wutong. When death knocks on the door."

The more endless killing, the more Brand will feel that the person in his arms has a sense of holiness. I want to destroy it, I want to crush it, I want to stain the sycamore tree with the devil's filth that smells just like myself. She hates it so much. Because then they are the same. They are accomplices, one body. She has caused countless troubles intentionally or unintentionally. In other people's mouths, they can't get rid of her no matter what.

But Brand wanted to see the phoenix tree continue to be holy, like the bright moon, untainted by dust. She loves. Just like she walked out of the stairs holding the person she couldn't let go, the tall hollow windows had no curtains, the moonlight shed light on Wutong's body, her long black hair was like uncut jade, and she didn't know when she pulled the light hair on her belt. The apricot curtain fabric was half-draped on her right shoulder, like a saint who saves all sentient beings.

If you ignore the long-stopped heart under the piece of cloth, as well as the mess and many corpses in the hall. No one would doubt that Wutong was simply captured by Brand while she was asleep to embolden him on a whim.

But Wutong is dead.

She wanted to touch the other person's soft and warm face, to hold the other person's slender and white hands, and to see the other person smile at her with a familiar and beautiful smile.

The cloth he was carrying finally slipped off as Blonde moved forward. Blonde didn't pay attention at all and continued walking slowly without any impact. But the tassels on the corners dangled in the air between Brand's fingers, and Brand subconsciously tightened his fingers.

She has nothing.

She could only see that one of her hands was covered with Wutong's blood.

Late at night. During the time when many creatures close their eyes and sleep soundly. Dead trees and branches, potholes and rocks, high in the sky, and vast land. Countless black crows and black snakes opened their blood-red eyes. Figures were reflected in the clear pupils.

In this final scene, since the invitation has been sent out, she will come as promised.

Brand pulled out the dagger stabbed at his back shoulder with his backhand, and with a flick of his hand, nailed the object to the body of the man who was lingering against the wall. Then he dragged his sword towards the direction where Wutong's body was placed as if nothing had happened.

Pulling away the body lying on the stool, Brand played with the overused talisman and whistled with laughter from time to time. It was as if those whom she killed had received the unique salvation she had bestowed upon them.

"It will be over soon, and you will wake up soon, right?" Brand held the sycamore tree in his arms and stepped on the piles of broken bones and meat. His movements were like dancing, among the cracked and silent lambs. Li Fuer asked softly.

The sad lonely ghosts around them pointed at them, the sharp claws stretched out from the abyss of hell angrily tried to drag them down, and the gods above looked at them as if they were watching a joke.

Those eyes and tongues falling out of the rotting skull like cheers. The white brains mixed with blood are like gifts. The silent curses and wails overflowing from the black hole of blood are beautiful blessings.

Devil, devil, death death. Brand smiled amidst the curses and begging for mercy, chasing him tirelessly and using spells one after another like crazy, like a demon who burned himself to death.

The new base chosen by the puppet master is crowded in all senses. After all, it is one of the few peaceful areas. Even as the increasingly puppetized rule emerged, the shaky alliance treaty remained. Border areas have become war-torn because of interests, land, and rights. But most people are still holding on to luck and enjoying the happiness that has entered the countdown.

There were so many people, all kinds of demons and people running around in front of us, shadows of various colors including red, yellow, and green. But the look of Wutong with her eyes closed and her pale face was so clear and profound that it was imprinted in Brand's eyes.

The explosions caused by the collision of the brilliant attacks exploded amidst the screams one after another, and the light spread a layer of colorful scales on the ruins of the dilapidated building.

God just likes to confront people.

Brand lowered his head and buried it in the crook of the other person's neck, smiling softly. The more we forget about the past, the clearer the traces and memories of the past become. The more you keep silent about the past, the more people will talk about it.

The laughter grew louder. His eyes were covered with an unfamiliar moist blur, dust was stuck to the wound, and the blood from the sting could not stop flowing down.