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

"Indus!" As the black energy dissipated, Sora and Paimon rushed forward immediately and caught the man who was staggering forward.

At the same time, Zhongli also caught Mandrill who fainted.

At the last moment of the ceremony, the sphere surrounding the two people was spitting out sticky black mud like crazy, causing everyone physical and psychological discomfort.

Zhongli sighed with a headache.

I don’t know what Brand used the ley lines to do, but it’s not pollution, it seems to be looking for something.

Paimeng raised his hand and carefully brushed aside Wutong's hair hanging from his face, only to find that his face looked alarmingly pale against the backdrop of the night. So I was so frightened that I couldn't even speak clearly. I immediately rushed forward and put my head close to my chest to listen for the heartbeat.

Sora's heart tightened, so he took the other person's hand that was hanging cold in the river and felt the pulse on his wrist.

"Thump...thump..."

Fortunately, it's still dancing.

Both of them hugged Wutong tightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun approached, holding a red rope with a silver bell in his mouth, placed it next to Kong's hand, and stopped. For a long time, he looked at the sycamore tree that fell asleep in the arms of the blond traveler, like a fragile flower, and then turned around and left with the other two.

Zhongli held the mandrill and looked at the full moon above his head that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He chuckled lightly, and also chose not to disturb her too much: "When you go back, put it on her. The safety lock hanging on it can be regarded as the thoughts of the three true kings. Don't worry, little Paimon, Kong, there is no need I'm scared, but she'll be fine."

As the last words of the sentence fell, only three people were left in the silent and swaying grassland.

Paimon heard Zhongli say that Wutong would be fine, and because he was buried in the opponent's chest, he actually heard the reassuring beating sound, so soon, his upper and lower eyelids began to slowly fight.

Kong noticed his lowered eyes, stretched out his hands to cover them, and coaxed in a low voice: "Go to sleep."

"Plop...Plop..."

He heard the moment when Wutong appeared after everything was over. Being called gently, the tip of the tongue gently touches the teeth, making a collision sound, and the gentle exhalation touches the heartstrings, like a sigh.

Aether.

The slightly raised corners of the mouth, the faintly exposed tiger teeth, and the eyes as bright as the bright moon. It turns out that this name can be given such a smile.

Aether.

He heard it among all the sounds, his own.

Kong rubbed the pulse point on the side of Wutong's wrist. Under his fingers, there were hard tendons and blue blood vessels like branches. He had already experimented and tried, but it didn't seem to work. He couldn't seem to be able to last a whole day without talking to the other person, and he couldn't seem to be able to last a whole day without his eyes falling on the other person. He became like this for the first time, and like this now. How can we understand it? How can we show it to others?

"Wu Tong..."

I want them to know how perfect and beautiful you are, but I'm afraid they'll covet you. I want them to know how gentle and powerful you are, but I'm afraid they'll get a share of the pie.

I want to take you to see the Intivat that spreads all over the earth, I want to take you to travel across the sea of ​​stars, and I want to tell you bits and pieces of the past. This feeling, this strange feeling, is ready to come out, and it is thrilling. The fever made it difficult for him to breathe. He was obviously the most unsympathetic traveler, but he became alternately happy and angry, generous and stingy.

I really should let Yingya meet you, Wutong.

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"Wutong, mom is leaving. You are here, so be good."

Qing Wu wears a black peaked cap and carries a bag loosely on one shoulder. He holds an orange cat in one hand and puts the other hand in his pocket. Between his arms are several books filled with messy notes and high school exam papers with large font titles.

The woman had her hair tied up this time and was wearing a cheongsam with a darker color and larger patterns than last time. She bent down and kissed her gently on the cheek.

The courier truck parked not far away was carrying box after box. The other party seemed to have taken away everything that could be taken away, including clothes, cosmetics, paints and paper, leaving nothing behind.

The sound of high-heeled shoes in the courtyard gradually faded away. Qingwu bumped his schoolbag up and walked into the innermost unit door. He lowered his head and counted the steps. He stopped on the fifth floor and took out the quilt in his pocket. The wet key. When you unlock the door, the security door squeaks loudly.

On the balcony directly opposite, a man with an unshaven chin and a buzzcut hairstyle glanced towards the door. Hearing the sound of his schoolbag being placed on the table, he put out the cigarette in his hand, opened the window with his backhand, and put out the cigarette butt. Kicked into the bottom of the cabinet.

"I'm back. What do you want to eat for dinner? Dad will buy it for you later."

Qingwu picked up the orange cat and put it on the table, turned on the lamp, and took out his homework from his schoolbag. Looking around the house, the walls have been renovated and whitewashed, and there are half-empty clothes hangers.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly want to eat cup cakes.

However, after hearing her answer, the man put the towel around his neck on the chair next to him. He had dark yellow skin and a white racer vest. He remained silent, then walked to the door, carrying a large bag of garbage in one hand and a shoulder Carrying wooden boards and steel bars of different lengths stacked together. The obvious veins and criss-crossing raised blood vessels on the arms, as well as the fine sweat that appeared again after being wiped away on the forehead.

He exhaled: "...he's not a child anymore, let's change him."

......

Qingwu has an orange cat, which was given to him by his mother. The orange cat's name is very simple and common - Xiaoju.

Xiaoju is very well-behaved, not too big or too small, just big enough to fit in her schoolbag, just big enough to accompany her to and from school.

Qingwu also has pocket money from his father, which is two yuan a day. If you save up, you can not only buy yourself a favorite comic magazine every week, but also Xiaoju’s favorite ham sausage.

Xiaoju is not afraid of an overly empty room, not afraid of being packed in a narrow and suffocating schoolbag, and not afraid of the loud noises surrounding her seat.

Not even afraid of separation.

It rejoices in the light it sees every time after opening the zipper, rejoices in the greedy ham after opening the plastic packaging every time, and rejoices in the hands that touch its head and hold its arms in its arms every time it comes home.

Friday is Qingwu’s favorite day. Even if the weather forecast says there will be rain today, even if her father is too busy to have dinner with her tonight, even if she is punished by the prejudiced math teacher to stand in the corridor, it still doesn't feel like a big deal.

School will be over soon, and she can take Xiaoju to the bookstore to buy her favorite comics and magazines, and then she can go home and lie on the bed, hugging her soft guy and read together to see if the hero in the story can be saved. world.

immediately.

A stack of drawing paper was thrown hard in her face and fell to the ground with a clatter. The annoying head teacher yelled at her in the office, saying that she had no future in her life and that she was only worthy of picking up trash outside.

Qingwu clasped his hands behind his back, lowered his head and remained silent.

When she finally returned to the classroom, there was no one there. When she approached the messy seats as usual, she found that her schoolbag had been opened and thrown to the ground. The homework books and papers on the table were like snowflakes. A vast expanse of white spread out, and the little orange disappeared.

Qingwu grabbed her schoolbag and ran out in a panic. The pencils, erasers, rulers, and textbooks were left behind and scattered all over the floor. After school, the cleaning aunt dragged her across the ground once and the ground was wet and slippery, making her turn. Chu was embarrassed and fell miserably. She didn't know where to look. Xiaoju had always been well-behaved and quiet and would not run around.

She stumbled to the bathroom, the playground, the infirmary, and the warehouse where sports equipment was kept. Finally, she dragged her empty schoolbag back to the classroom. When I returned to my seat, the strap of my backpack accidentally caught the cleaning tool standing next to the bucket upside down. It made a clanging sound, and even the sensor lights in the corridor suddenly turned on.

Qingwu found Xiaoju.

Right at the beginning of the classroom, she didn't go anywhere, and there were her little oranges in the empty trash can.

Today is a nasty thunderstorm day. Today, my father is busy with work at night and cannot have dinner with her.

There was thunder rumbling outside. Normally, she would feel at ease only by holding Xiao Ju's warm and soft body.

But Xiaoju now became hard and cold. Just like the drawing paper that Qing Wu left in the office and was torn to pieces by the class teacher and then stepped on several times.

It's obviously the same Friday that I like as usual, it's obviously the same day after school as usual, and it's obviously the same as before being scolded.

Classrooms will lock, the lights will go out, it will thunder and rain.

Those who get off work get off work, and those who go home go home, laughing and talking.

It seems that only Xiao Ju was thrown away.

Qingwu knelt on the ground, fished it out, straightened its messy hair, wiped the ink on his belly, unwrapped the plastic bag tied tightly around his head, curled up and put the little Orange hugged her tightly, trying to warm her up again with her body temperature. There was nothing bloody, nothing torn, nothing too horrible to look at.

Because I like it, I want to be inseparable. Because I like it, I want to have it all to myself. Because I like it, I want to hold it in my hand.

It was really just a normal day, no different than before.

Now, Qingwu is also left here.

Because she is afraid of separation.