Genshin Impact: Great, you guys still remember

"Hey, are you there? Li-"

In the afternoon, when the sun is just beginning to emit its heat,

A young girl came here, stepping carefully on the grass.

She stood by the low wall, looking around, as if she was looking for something.

'The song is very nice,'

You should be here,

Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but call out a few times:

"Leave?"

No answer.

The girl was a little depressed, but soon felt relieved.

That's right. After all, she came so early today.

The two times I met him before were both at night.

After all, it is a 'dark night hero'.

Thinking of this, the girl suddenly smiled.

By chance, I met a person who was healing me in the jungle.

And also discovered his hidden identity...

This is a scene from a storybook that actually happened in reality.

And he said I sang well.

The pure girl suddenly had an inexplicable feeling of existing in an epic...

But when she thought of what happened last night, she started to worry:

"Hey - I don't know if his injury has been treated."

Is it just as he said, and just go and get it stitched up obediently?

The girl picked up the book she was carrying, leaned against the shady side of the low wall, and huddled in the shadow.

Then wait a little longer——

...

"That damn smell is gone here,"

"Really cautious, probably took off the disguise,"

"So this is where he hangs out?"

"Most likely,"

"Well, that's good. I was just worried that he wouldn't come. Madam Momma, Cyrus... I will avenge you."

"Wait, there's someone!"

"Someone?"

"Over there,"

Mary suddenly bent down and walked forward cautiously. Seeing this, Jones also stopped praying and slowly followed.

"Mary?"

He saw her push aside the bushes,

A bloodthirsty and weird smile quietly appeared on her face.

“A wolf without claws is no longer a wolf.”

...

The young wolf has his own swordsmanship.

That was the result of his research day and night.

Countless sword-and-sword fights in the shadows have made his swordsmanship more sophisticated and mature.

But sword skills will eventually be perfected, and improvements will also have their limits.

He didn't know when it started, but he found that his swordsmanship seemed to have reached a bottleneck and could not make any further progress.

No matter how much I practice, I can't seem to improve even a little bit.

"People have their limits after all. Beyond that, it's all about the heart. You look so worried, how can you have any heart at all? Come on, go drink with me, and your worries will go away after a drink."

What Alan Delin said should be right. He did have a lot on his mind, and his duty as a 'shadow' did not allow him to slack off.

But something was wrong, because after drinking, he didn't relax at all, so that in the end, the Golden Lion put his arm around his shoulders:

"You don't look like you're drinking, you look like you're on duty."

If you don't get rid of your worries, your sword skills won't improve. If your sword skills don't improve, you won't be able to perform your duties perfectly. If you can't perform your duties perfectly, your worries will increase.

This is almost a dead end.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that."

This compromise lasted until one evening, when he put on his cloak and prepared to escape into the night.

[The western wind will take away the aroma of wine]

[The mountain wind brings news of triumph]

...

He followed the sound and saw a girl in a dress sitting on the low wall.

Under the golden red hair is a very peaceful and beautiful face.

The Fruit Wine Lake not far away is sparkling, like a painting.

The song appeared along with the picture, washing away his fatigue.

His frown suddenly relaxed.

A flash of inspiration came to him, and he placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword.

He subconsciously danced in the bushes.

It was strange that the sword technique that I had repeated thousands of times in the past suddenly had a new feeling at this moment.

While my brows relaxed, something seemed to be added to my heart.

Particles of light flowed at his fingertips, and the light tip of the sword swirled freely in the woods. The breeze blew, and the leaves seemed to slow down. If he wanted, he seemed to be able to cut all the leaves around him in an instant.

Swoosh - back to the sheath,

He subconsciously wanted to thank the girl.

But the next moment, the foot that had stepped out was retracted.

Because it was dark, and his identity had changed,

That purity should not be destroyed by the existence of the symbol of darkness.

Besides...the night heroes are surrounded by dangers.

So he took off his disguise and walked up again.

"Get out of here now, and don't come here at night anymore,"

There is another sentence:

"The song is very beautiful."

...

As a result, his daily sword practice time began to be greatly shortened.

Because the girl doesn't sing every day,

Sometimes early, sometimes late, sometimes not at all.

Sometimes when I come, I just read a book or look into the distance with my head propped up...

But just watching this scene can make him relax a little bit——

Of course, he wasn't spying.

Because not far from the low wall, through the trees, there is an open area,

This is where he used to appear and disappear as a dark night hero.

Occasionally when he was injured, he would come back here for treatment - if the girl had not stayed a little late that time, they might never have met each other.

About a month passed like this.

Although I practiced sword fighting intermittently, I made great progress.

He had a feeling that after his injury healed, he would have a huge breakthrough.

I should find an opportunity to thank her more formally when the time comes.

Just use a...more glorious identity?

...

As he was thinking, he came to this place again.

The breeze is blowing, the lake is moving slightly,

The sun is still warm,

Except... silence, the sound of the wind changed,

The wolf cub's ears twitched, and its pupils suddenly became fierce, and the hair on its body seemed to explode.

"Throw away the sword,"

Leng Yan suddenly appeared beside his ear, and at the same time a cold blade also appeared.

"Didn't you hear?"

He tilted his head slightly, and another woman with a hideous face suddenly appeared in his sight, dragging another girl with her.

"I told you to throw it down!"

The knife in the woman's hand was pressed against the girl's fair neck. The sound was not loud, but one could still see her hysteria.

Ignoring the girl's pleading and tearful eyes, the wolf cub's face was slightly stern, and his left hand that was holding the hilt of the sword slowly loosened.

Then he untied the sword bag, and the sword and scabbard fell to the ground with a snap.

The man behind him hastily kicked the sword away.

The woman smiled when she saw this:

"Oh, I never thought that a worm that only moves in the shadows would be the vice-captain of the Knights.

Since it is the Knights, it is easy to deal with. Aren’t you upright? Well, you will definitely not stand by and watch someone die, right? "

After saying this, she smiled to herself again:

"Haha dear, I almost forgot that you are different from them, otherwise why would you only move around in the dark?

Would you like to prove it to us?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl shook her head desperately, shedding tears one by one, as if she had anticipated something.

The woman then called out:

"Jones—"

As if to let the girl see more clearly, the man who was originally standing behind the wolf cub came to his side.

Then he suddenly stabbed the dagger into the wolf cub's ribs with a fierce smile, and blood splattered, staining the grass red.

Rosalin's eyes were also dyed red, and tears kept falling like beads from a broken string.

Why is this happening? It's all her fault. If she hadn't come so early, how could this happen...

hiss--

The young wolf frowned and swallowed the cry of pain that came up subconsciously.

He kept breathing in and staring at the two people not far away.

A woman standing and laughing loudly, a girl kneeling on the ground staring at him blankly,

Calmness - this playful gesture like a cat and mouse,

What he wanted to see was whether the knight would keep his oath under various threats.

What I want to see is the moment when faith and vows are trampled underfoot...

Yes, he could kill the other witness present after killing these two.

He could use any excuse to describe the girl's death and then whitewash his own actions.

After that, he was still a knight, still a deputy leader, and still respected...

But is he still a hero of the night?

In the dark night, he relied on subjective and arbitrary judgment to judge evil. The bottom line was his only shackle. In the dark night, being upright was his creed.

And now, in the situation of 'no one knows',

Isn't it another kind of 'dark night'?

Is the bottom line still his shackles?

...

The answer is simple,

His bottom line has never changed.

...

He suddenly closed his eyes, and the pain from the wound between his ribs seemed to fade away. The men and women's grim laughter, and the girls' sobs also seemed to fade away with the breeze.

The rustling of leaves, the sound of waves in the lake, and the swaying of grass gradually became clear in the ears.

That is the sound of the wind.

"When sword practice comes to the end, it all comes down to the heart."

Golden Lion is also a half-baked person, but her words seem to make sense.

His sword has always existed in his heart, and its name is protection.

He protects the girl's singing, the dark night, and Mondstadt...

"f**k,"

Seeing that he was not in pain, but closed his eyes calmly,

The woman seemed a little frustrated.

"Jones, give him another shot."

"don't want--"

The girl finally broke free from the rope in her mouth and cried out,

"Shut up!"

The woman lowered her head and mercilessly raised her hand, wanting to leave a bright red slap mark on the girl's cheek.

But the moment she lowered her head,

The wolf cub opened his eyes.

He moved at an extremely fast speed and firmly blocked the sharp blade that was stabbing at him again.

At the same time, the bandages and stitches wrapped around his other arm suddenly exploded, like a released force, tightly grasping the neck of the man with a hideous smile on his face, and tearing it apart in an instant.

At this moment, the dagger in his left hand flew out and pierced the chest of the woman not far away as accurately as a flash of lightning.

The whole process happened smoothly within half a second.

Looking at the man and woman who had already died, and the girl who ran over sobbing with blood all over her body because of her involvement,

He seemed to have lost his strength suddenly.

The pain from both new and old injuries flooded into his mind at that moment.

Then the world fell into darkness.