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

"I told you, Immortal Mandrill, no matter how many times you ask, there is only one answer. I want a contract, a contract to protect Kong and Paimon. As long as they are in Liyue, they will not be harmed."

In fact, she could force herself to reach this distance now, but as a saying goes, today is not the same as before, and this time is not the same as then.

She is very afraid of death now.

"If it offends you, just reject me. I just did my best for this matter. You have a plate of almond tofu I made in front of you. Do you want to eat it or not?"

As she spoke, she slowly stepped back, leaving a distance where even if the mandrill rushed forward, Qingqiu could immediately show up and help her block it. Feeling safe again, Wutong's surrender posture became a little more casual. But she still had no less respect for the immortals. At least the apple she had taken several bites of began to oxidize, and she didn't even take a bite of it.

Put out a plate of almond tofu and ask him if he wants to eat it.

Mandrill put away his gun, not as murderous as before, but still expressionless. After approaching, he stood still and looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be showing weakness but was actually hiding something. After a while, he said: "Now, take some of it away. If If there is no abnormality until tomorrow night, I will agree.”

It was like a blessing from heaven. Although Wutong was stunned for a few seconds, he still reacted in time and agreed with a smile.

In order not to scare Master Shangxian, she changed to a slightly gentler approach this time. After all, the cat's stress response was still very impressive to her last time. Wutong asked Qingqiu to set up a "straw" between the two of them, which was similar to drinking juice, except that the amount of drinking was entirely controlled by Mandrill.

Wutong stretched out her hand and nodded to let Immortal Mandrill place his hand on her palm.

"The Immortal thinks it's okay, and when it's enough, just leave."

very smooth.

There seemed to be something wrapped in the black mist, flowing back and forth between the two of them like a pipe.

Mandrill frowned and subconsciously clenched the Puyuan in his hand.

About half the time it took to burn the incense, after Mandrill stopped his hand, Wutong also waved his hand to scatter the smoky things around him, and stood there, waiting for the immortal to leave to pick up the apples that were lying everywhere.

"..."

"..."

I can't just stay here and stare. The apple in my hand will wilt and lose its crispness. After a while, Wutong hesitated, but chose to speak first and expressed doubts: "...Excuse me, does Master Mandrill have anything else to say?"

"Didn't I already say that if there is no abnormality before tomorrow night, I will agree."

?

Is it to hold a grudge...

I took a bite of the browned apple and sure enough, it was no longer crisp.

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"So... Wutong, you are currently under Mandrill's supervision?" Paimeng was at the dinner table and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth very reservedly.

Wutong picked up a dish with chopsticks and nodded.

What does it mean to sit like a bell and stand like a pine tree? The Immortal Mandrill is not far away. In order to keep an eye on her, but not wanting to disturb their meal, he stood up not far away and crossed his chest with his hands, standing straight.

After the two returned to Wangshu Inn, several real kings who knew what had happened said that if the Great Sage of Conquering Demons agreed after observing, they would also come to the scene tomorrow night to help protect the law. After all, if something like karma escapes and harms innocent mortals, it will be in big trouble.

"I can't sleep tonight, so I have to sleep on the terrace. Ha, it's not impossible." Wutong was half lying on the terrace floor, holding a pen and paper and playing backgammon with Paimon. She was really bored and used it to kill herself. time.

This simple board game, after knowing the rules and playing it twice, made Paimon a little addicted. Although Wutong said that this is a game in her hometown, she feels that it might become popular all over Tiwat in the future.

"You'll catch a cold. How about we tell the landlady to change to a bigger room, just like before. Then Mandrill and Kong will sleep on the same bed, and I'll sleep on the same bed as you."

Wutong picked up his pen and drew a black circle on the path where Paimon would collect five chess pieces: "It's also a way, um... let's talk to Kong after he comes back."

"Well... Anyway, if it doesn't work out, let's go to Guiliyuan and set up a tent. After all, isn't the place where we made the appointment tomorrow night? Uh... Wait a minute, wait a minute, I, I want to regret my move!" Paimeng frowned. , looking at the three diagonal formations Wutong had set up, wondering how to block it.

Wutong agreed, chuckled, and waited with his arms propped up, but he still felt sleepy after drinking the medicine.

In the night breeze, half of her large dark robe hung on her arms and half was cushioned under her body because she felt too hot. The white sleeveless underwear was tucked into the high-waisted light blue loose trousers in order to cover her fragile belly. She yawned. Wutong lay half on the ground on her side, squinting her eyes and slightly curving the corners of her mouth. Her long, dark blue hair was simply tied into a low ponytail with a ribbon, hanging down and spreading out on the floor.

Kong, who came back from a trip to Zhongli's place, approached and sat next to the chess paper. I don't know whether to look at the situation on the ground or the red tassels falling on her fair skin.

Lazy and sleepy, but letting Paimon, who was also lying on the other side of the grid paper acting coquettishly and cutely, give him a reminder and regret his move. He was strategizing, tapping his green-white fingertips, and taking apart all the positions he had laid out on the chessboard step by step and feeding them to his opponent.

But just when Paimon was shouting to win the next round, a new mystery appeared again. Seeing the little guy scratching his head and scratching his head in great distress, Wutong couldn't help laughing.

"If you're sleepy, go down and sleep." Kong Xiang wanted to end the game quickly and pointed out Paimon's position.

Not caring whether it was still a fair chess game, Wutong replied slowly: "Well, I'm waiting for you."

Then he yawned again and told the other party the two suggestions Paimon had just made.

Regarding sleeping in the same bed as Mandrill, Kong had no objections and didn't care much. Just as he was about to ask, Mandrill not far away suddenly said, "No need."

And because Wutong was yawning all the time, he was really absent-minded in the subsequent chess moves, so with Sora's help, Paimon quickly won.

After the game ended, several people got up from the floor. Wutong stretched and walked to the room in a daze.

Kong frowned and looked at Wutong, who was top-heavy and wished he could just pull up a quilt and grab a pillow and fall asleep. He pulled the person towards him and hugged him directly.

Wutong felt like he was suddenly flying into the air. He was dizzy and spinning. He lay on Kong's shoulder. Through the swaying of his blond hair, he saw that he was still standing by the terrace like a cedar not far away. He was looking at Yasha who was returning to the original direction. He persisted. Stop and close your eyes.

Nothing will happen.

Tonight, nothing will happen.