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

inside the sphere.

Wutong squinted his eyes and grabbed Mandrill's neck with one hand, and slashed him with a sword in the other hand. The evil spirit attacking from behind let out a miserable roar.

The tip of her tongue touched her cheek, and she pulled down the corner of her mouth that was bleeding. Even though she was suppressing Mandrill now, her neck was almost bitten off just now, and she was the one lying in the mud in a miserable state.

She had already remembered that after Mandrill agreed, they performed the karma swallowing ceremony at night in a sparsely populated place in Guiliyuan as agreed. Everything was fine.

Just like what she and Sora said, it's just a simple doctor treating a patient. Nothing will happen and it won't last long.

Wutong reacted quickly, raised the hilt of the sword to his ear, blocked Mandrill's seemingly suicidal attack, released the suppression, tapped his toes, turned over and landed on the ground, shaking his hands, standing on Qingqiu's raised finger bones.

This is probably a medical incident... Sir, she may really have a weak back. It felt like no matter what happened, everything in her hands would run wildly down an uncontrollable road.

I don't know if the remnant of the dead demon suddenly stimulated Mandrill. It happened suddenly. At that moment, she could only focus on the moment when the other party flew towards her. She subconsciously put her arms across the two people to resist, and then there was a stinging pain and trance. His eyes turned red, and the next second, he was also pulled into the illusion.

She is fine now. She has regained her consciousness. Not far away, Mandrill Shangxian's beautiful golden eyes are glowing red, but she still looks like she is out of control.

"Didn't you fly away? Little bird."

Wutong smiled. Although the bird in the illusion she encountered might not really be a mandrill, the inexplicable sense of déjà vu made her laugh out loud.

Illusions are good at attacking the heart. After falling in, you either have to find a medium to destroy it, or you have to let go of your obsession and recognize that what you are in is not real. She has a Qingqiu, not only can she have unusual reactions to the medium, but after the illusion was blurred, Qingqiu gradually felt her aura and devoted herself to pulling her out.

A dead remnant is no match for the demon god with a container, so even if she doesn't find a medium, she can slowly come out of the illusion by detecting the falsehood.

"We have been fighting for several rounds, Immortal. If we continue to fight, something will happen."

It had been a long time since the snow mountain incident. Wutong raised his head and looked at the full moon above his head.

At night, the evil spirits are most restless.

Of course, including Qingqiu.

Regarding the out-of-control mandrill, without Wutong's order, Qingqiu was not so careful. He grinned a little crazily and slapped the ground with one palm. The magic circle rotated and lit up below, and the restraints like dead branches broke out from the ground. came out, entangling and fettering the struggling immortal.

Then he shook his head and judged for a while. He was not very happy, but he still carefully put down the sycamore tree. He even felt uneasy, and half of his palms were still gathered together. As long as there is a slight change, He will kill this out-of-control life just like ordinary evil spirits.

After Wutong got closer, he held on to Mandrill's hand tightly like he did when he absorbed Mandrill's karma for the first time at Wangshu Inn.

Suddenly, screams of curses and panicked roars, the stench that assaulted the nostrils, and the blinding blood mist condensed into strong winds and barriers, and they all tried their best to push her away. Wutong gritted his teeth, arched his body, and resisted the strong resistance, reaching out to tear open the film.

Anything is okay, only now, like the birthday gift I received when I was young, at least for that brief moment, the tit is held in my hand. I will find a way to turn the filth in you into a clear spring to water the chapped earth. Bring you the flowers that bloom and tell you that they bloom because of you. I'm sorry, sorry, Mandrill, but now, I have to do this, because I also have the scenery I want to see, I also have obsessions, and I also have habits that I can't let go of.

Liyue is the country you are sworn to protect to the death, not mine. Emperor Yanwang is the god you loyally follow, not mine.

"Immortal Mandrill, Immortal, today is April 17th. You are the birthday boy and it is your birthday."

It can be said that a huge karma suddenly pressed down on Wutong like a mountain. For a moment, it was not clear whether she was devouring the karma or the karma was devouring her.

"Mr. Immortal, please reply to me. If you wake up now, how about I give you a birthday present."

......

Red and black seemed to be the only two colors in his world. The karma accumulated over the years was enough to burn his heart and bones. Mandrill lowered his head, his eyelids seemed to be covered with glue and he could not lift them up. Curses, temptations, lamentations, resentments from the past, unfulfilled wishes, and lamentations of losers.

The sticky red color bound him like a spider web, and beneath his feet was a bottomless stench of filth.

If you close your eyes, this sleep seems like you will never wake up.

But he seems to have made an agreement with someone else...

——In foreign legends, the word "drill" represents suffering. A tempered ghost. You have also been through a lot, so please use this name from now on.

"elf--"

He is not a lucky star that can bring auspiciousness and wealth, but a "yaksha" who fights to the death with evil spirits.

Recalling that once, fighting all night exhausted his physical strength and he was almost unable to complete the task. The resentment of the devil in his body also broke out immediately, and endless resentment impacted his mind. He knew that at that time, the sudden pain disappeared without warning. It was not that he had suppressed his evil thoughts, but the sound of a clear flute that saved him.

Passing by the clear water and mountains, I was transported here by the wind, accompanied by the first ray of dawn and the startling birds in the distance.

Just like now.

Opening his eyes, he seemed to hear the familiar sound of wind again in his ears.

"elf--!"

A pair of slender hands reached towards him. There are no sharp daggers or swords, no poison to suffocate the pain, no torture or cruelty. At a glance, the bright color in the eyes of the owner of the hand seems to be the colorful light and shadow of the sun through the bottom of the water.

Mandrill opened his mouth without making any sound, and the messy red net like silk thread was torn off in large chunks and gently brushed against his eyes.

"I'll take you away! It doesn't matter! I'll do it! We'll all do it!"

The hot touch, the clenching palms, the torn black sky, the rain falling in the corners of the eyes.

Suddenly, his body was covered with the force of falling backwards, and the mandrill suddenly fell into the bottomless sea of ​​blood. At the same time, countless large and small bubbles quickly flew out from behind him, instantly drowning the people in front of him, and the water flow Along the fingers, the hair gradually wraps around the whole body.

There was no sense of suffocation, there was no sense of water pressure in the eardrums, there was no stinging pain in the brain after inhaling water, and breathing seemed to have become a dispensable activity.

There was nothing, not even the coolness of the water in my mouth.

Mandrill looked at the soft waves that were gradually dyed away by ink, gently blew out the last breath from his lungs, and closed his eyes.

......

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like hundreds of years, but it seemed like it was only one breath.

When I opened my eyes again, there was silence, a silence that had been absent for a long time.

The sun shines freely on the body, making it warm and comfortable.

"Huh? The immortal is awake. How did you sleep? Did you dream?"

Mandrill lay on the soft grass and looked at Wutong who was sitting next to him and turned to ask him, silent.

Wutong smiled and didn't care, turned her head, and the bright green color on her earrings became dim. He leaned back and said in a slightly regretful tone: "Sorry, you may only have this kind of dream in the future. However, it shouldn't be too bad."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind blew by, and Mandrill looked at it.

The endless fields were filled with flowers he had never seen before, facing him and the sun. Yellow, golden, brilliant and dazzling. At a loss, confused, as if he had strayed into some unknown fairyland, his reaction was engraved in his bones. He subconsciously thought that this was another false dream.

The girl peeled off the gorgeous candy wrapper, took out the candy wrapped in a hard shell, and asked the bird if she wanted it.

"These flowers are called sunflowers because they always face the sun,"

Sunflower, sunflower.

"It has a very good flower language: loyalty, chasing the sun and love for dreams and life."

This was the name of the candy. The little bird agreed. After biting open the hard shell, the girl apologized to the little bird. She had made the syrup inside so sweet that it turned bitter. The little bird shook his head and said nothing.

"Happy birthday, Mandrill."

It seems that he can try to believe that all the hardships will be rewarded.