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

After hearing this, Wendy's eyes widened slightly, she turned her head and looked at the harp in her hand.

In my ears, the same words, the same people.

The surrounding scene quickly regressed, as if falling into a dream, and the memories of the past swept in like water.

—A prince is unfit to be the ruler of a free people when his character has been marked by the conduct of a tyrant.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the earth, and everything is covered with gold, including the girl who holds Vanessa up to the bell tower of the church.

She said that Mondstadt should have the freest birds. People can freely discuss which restaurant has the best drinks on the street. They can walk through the square, walk through the church, walk through the knights, and girls whether it is day or night. We can also wear our favorite skirts to show off our beauty.

Instead of worrying about excessive taxes all day long, worrying about being beaten and abused for no reason, being forced to submit to violent wrestling, and having a gorgeous life that suddenly ends in a sudden jump.

——All human beings are born equal, and the Creator has given them certain inalienable rights, including the right to survival, freedom and the pursuit of happiness.

Wendy chuckled.

As Wutong said, indeed, he would like it.

Because I already fell in love with it thousands of years ago.

Then, with a hint of silent joy, he raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and the green wind wrapped around his fingers: "People will come together because of a common will, and what leads you and me to meet must be the wind of freedom. It comes from the journey. The end, the edge of the world. From within you and me, never ending."

[Who caressed your wounded but resolute face, by the stream or by the boulder. Who holds your tired and noble soul tightly, in deep dreams, high in the sky. Dear friend, I hold your hand and lead you into the night lights. Let me tell you the movement of freedom and dreams in the festival from the beginning. ]

A thousand winds rise and ride the wind back. Wendy played the piano and chanted poetry softly, and sat on the platform with the three people, looking up to the sky together.

The wind blows through the ground full of windmill chrysanthemums, and the crystal butterflies under the oak trees stop among the flowers. The wind blows through the city of Mondstadt where dandelions are swaying, and the bustling and leisurely people have smiles on their faces. The wind blows through the star-picking cliff where Cecilia flowers are blooming, and the sunrise and sunset on the horizon are the most romantic scenery.

The Wind Flower Festival originated from Mingguan, the capital of freedom in the North. What to do on this day, how to do it, who to do it for, be low-key? Be braver? Take the initiative? Or just wait and see?

When saying goodbye for the last time, the giant dragon, as beautiful as a gem, swayed away from the clouds and returned to this place.

Wendy leaned close to Kong's ear and whispered: "As long as there is a common feeling of missing each other, it's all the same. It all depends on what's in your heart."

in mind.

Kong tightened the faucet that was running water, shook his hand, and when he turned around to get a towel, he saw Wutong nestled in a pile of pillows in front of the desk in the living room. He was holding a rabbit doll in his arms, and spinning Zhenghe Paimon in his hand. Drawing the backgammon pen, he knelt on the ground, and on his ankle, which he could hold with one hand, was a red rope with a safety lock.

What the heart thinks.

Returning to the bedroom, Sora walked to the table that was filled with moonlight.

The Cecilia flower held in his hand gently brushed against his mouth.

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After eating and drinking, it was very fast. After a while, Paimon rubbed his eyes and said he was sleepy.

"call..."

After Wutong covered the other party with a blanket, he threw a few pieces of ice into his cup and sat quietly on the sofa waiting for the time when he would go out for something.

She found that after the Sea Lantern Festival, she seemed to be no longer able to regard Kong as a simple, accustomed "protagonist" who accompanied her throughout the game journey like a companion.

They will be distressed when they encounter difficult things, they will be irritable when they encounter troubles, and they will devote themselves to something they are curious about. Becoming vivid, with obvious emotions and emotions.

"Empty" becomes true emptiness.

You can see through it as a character, but not as a human being. Compared with the many information searched in Baidu Encyclopedia, the game settings gradually have many details and deviations. The more we get along with each other, the more I feel that this is not a data stream or a module block, this is a living thing. people.

Because of this, it is the most tempting.

She is an adult who has experienced severe beatings from society. She will not fall in love with a two-dimensional character in a game, and she will not choose to stay with him for the rest of his life. Reality is reality, illusion is illusion. I keep saying "who is my dog?" Can I really tie a leash and lie down on the ground like a dog? Or the dog of a fictional character, where to tie it? On the monitor?

Wutong rubbed his eyebrows and suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart.

As an ordinary person with normal aesthetics and normal feelings, it is natural and expected that she would fall in love with a real person.

Forget it.

With a long sigh, Wutong stood up decisively and went to the room.

However, I originally wanted to read a book to kill time and divert my attention, but I didn't expect that in the most conspicuous place on the desk, a Cecilia flower was lying there quietly.

Next to it is a handwritten note, and it looks like the handwriting was written by Kong: Jacket

...what?

He didn't know why, but he still subconsciously looked for what was on the note. Because he wasn't sure which coat it was, Wutong opened the closet and rummaged through all the hanging coats. Finally, he took out the clothes hanger at the entrance. While hanging my coat, a note dropped: A gift from an angel.

Is this the point? The pub is closed...

Wutong put on her coat and put the keys on the cabinet and the flowers she had been holding in her hand into her pocket. However, the extra touch made her stunned. She looked down and saw two flowers lying in her pocket. Cecilia flowers.

Arriving at Angel's Gift, Wutong looked at the out-of-business sign hanging on the door and thought that it was indeed the case. Then he circled around the tavern and searched carefully. He even took down the put away drink sign and looked at it. There was nothing there. Once you find something, it's all restored. Otherwise, when the store opens tomorrow morning, Mr. Charles will think that a blind thief has come and is looking for trouble.

The moonlight tonight is still bright and flawless. In the deserted tavern, it seems to favor Wutong as before.

Finally, at the back of the tavern, on the wine barrels stacked against the city wall, Wutong found flowers and notes stuck in the gaps. The flowers were still covered with the coldness of the night, but the fragrance only increased. The next place shown on the note is the dead tree where you can sit next to the street lamp at the end of the Pigeon Bridge.

Maybe Sora didn't know what the place was called, so he just drew it with a pen. Wutong covered her mouth and smiled, looking at the simple drawing on it. A few lines drawn outside a triangle represent the light shining, and a rectangle with an empty center marked next to it represents dead wood.

However, I can really understand it anyway, even if he drew it, it should be concise and concise, and the expression should be accurate. He bent down and took out the flowers and note from the inside. The Wutong blew away the floating ash on them and carefully held the flowers in his hands.

The next location is in a Qiuqiu camp...

Squatting under the street lamp, thinking for a long time, she could roughly guess something. She was worthy of being a traveler. She had full mobility and strong learning ability. Where did she learn this? Could it be Wen? Did Dee teach it? Her cheeks were gradually stained with a layer of crimson, and the wind lifted her hair up and down, as if urging, as if expecting, Wutong buried her head in her knees.

Do you want to continue? She asked in her mind.

Can everything get back on track? He asked, holding the note in his hand.

Do you really think that I am the person you like? Cecilia Flowers in the Pocket asked.

The next location is in the center of a small pond with many lotus flowers growing around it...

The next one is...

One by one, Wutong's pockets were soon filled with Cecilia flowers collected along the way, from a few scattered flowers, to a bunch, to a cluster again... more and more, white flowers. The notes were strung together into a thread, tying her and leading her.

If you can’t fit it in your pocket, take it out and hold it in your arms.

She took it all.