Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Wendy and Zhongli sat in the cave guarding Yujin's body for another night.

To be precise, Zhongli listened to Wendy play the piano all night.

They both had a good time.

As for Ziling, life was a bit painful.

When he returned to Tingwan's house, what surprised him was that Tingwan hadn't come back yet.

But combined with her attitude towards the right minister and the fact that she emphasized that she lives in her room in front of the right minister, you can guess where she is with your toes.

So Ziling didn't think much, just lay on the bed and fell asleep.

But not long after he fell asleep, he heard the door slamming. He sat up and saw Ting Wan running in with tears on his face, then lying on the table and starting to cry.

Ziling was very helpless. Ziling could guess why she was crying. It was just because she was trapped by love.

But after all, he lived under someone else's roof, so he went over to comfort him.

Unexpectedly, this relief didn't matter. She actually held her hand and told her difficult love story until the lights were lit outside and told her it was time to get up.

Only then did Ting Wan realize that he had been talking all night, and noticed that Zi Ling's eyes were red with tears due to sleepiness, and then she left the room embarrassedly.

Unexpectedly, Ziling was just about to go to sleep for a while, when suddenly there was another knock on the door.

He irritably went over and opened the door. Standing at the door was the serious Prime Minister Zuo.

Looking at his obviously handsome but fierce face, Ziling woke up and immediately saluted hastily: "Good morning, Mr. Zuo Xiang."

Then he made a way and invited him in.

Jiang Chuan entered the house without saying anything. He stood in front of the window in a daze, not knowing what he was looking at.

Ziling didn't dare to speak. After all, the guy in front of him was a master who could break his neck with one hand. He looked like he was not easy to mess with.

At this moment, he suddenly raised his hand and handed a sign to Ziling.

Ziling was startled, then took it dully, holding it in his hand and looking at it again and again.

After a long time, he slowly said: "This is..."

"Token," Jiang Chuan said in a low voice, "Whether you are lying to me or not, the current Paradise is not what Master Yujin thought. If possible, I hope you can build a real Paradise."

Ziling thanked her, not knowing what to say for a moment, and then recalled in her mind what Wendy had told him about Yujin's past.

Finally, Ziling raised a gentle smile: "You really look like him."

"I can't compare to him," this sentence made Jiang Chuan laugh. "He is the only ray of sunshine that shines through my dark years."

After saying this, Jiang Chuan turned around: "Okay, let's go, I will escort you to the door, and then send your letter."

So, the two of them came to the edge of the barrier together. Ziling folded the letter paper into a paper crane, then hung the token on it and let go.

The paper crane seemed to have come to life, flapping its wings and leaving, and it could continue to fly even in the sea.

Next comes waiting again.

At the speed of the immortals, it can be reached in just one day.

During this time, Ziling returned to Tingwan's room again, persuading her to give up her position and telling her how vast it was outside.

But Jiang Chuan came to the high wall and looked at the brightly lit city below for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he just kept looking.

I don’t know how long I stood there before the familiar sound of the rolling wheel sounded again.

"I don't want to quarrel with you today. You'd better get as far away as you can." Jiang Chuan said coldly.

Qing Ci chuckled, controlled the wheelchair to come to him, and looked at the city outside through the hole in the wall: "Does it look good?"

"Huh, a city full of corpses?" Jiang Chuan said disdainfully.

"But if a demon attacks, these corpses will build a wall to protect the other living people and give everyone hope of life." Qing Ci said lightly.

"This is not the land of bliss that the Venerable wants." Jiang Chuan frowned and retorted.

"Whether it's Master Yujin or Master Yujue, aren't they all the same? Besides, everyone is really not discriminated against here."

After listening to Ziling's words, he knew that the Land of Paradise was wrong.

Now listening to Qing Ci's words, he felt even more wrong.

Yujin only kills guilty people, but when did indiscriminate killing of innocent people become a common thing in the Land of Paradise?

He took a breath, turned his head and looked at Qing Ci with a gentle smile: "I'll buy you a drink. I won't mock you for being a coward, and you won't call me reckless, just like in the past."

His attitude was too gentle, which made Qing Ci look at him strangely: "Did you take the wrong medicine? And your injury..."

"I'm very skilled in martial arts, so I can naturally untie myself. Do you want to drink? Don't be so annoying. I hate your coy attitude." Jiang Chuan returned to his usual informal appearance.

This kind of Jiangchuan is what Qing Ci is used to.

"The Prime Minister Zuo has invited me, so why should I refuse to agree?"

So Jiang Chuan naturally pushed his wheelchair and took him away from here.

At this moment, Wendy was squatting on the ground counting ants.

Although he really likes playing the piano, he hasn't played it for so long and he is really tired of it.

Moreover, Zhongli is a man of few words. If Wendy doesn't ask him anything, he won't speak.

To be honest, I suddenly sighed, "I want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and wine."

At first, Wendy would discuss it with him, but after he got bored and thought about it several times, Wendy couldn't help but say, "It's a pity that your old friend is going to be bored to death."

That's right, Wendy, who has lived for thousands of years and has never been bored, is so idle at the moment that she counts ants.

Of course, if you give him a bottle of wine, the situation will be different.

As long as she has enough wine, Wendy can keep Yujin's body here for another three thousand years.

Unfortunately, he didn't, and he finished the apple.

"I'm going to degenerate Morax!" Wendy finally shouted when she counted 3,700 ants.

"Well, based on common sense, your degeneration should still be that of a wind elf. However, I don't know if you will retain your current memories." Zhongli analyzed it carefully.

That serious analysis made Wendy speechless.

"Do you want me to degenerate? If I become a wind elf, you won't be able to understand me. You will have to stay alone in this cave." Wendy turned her head and looked at Zhongli.

"Hmm..." Zhongli thought carefully and said, "I don't hope."

"Then why don't you dance or sing a song! That way I guarantee that I won't degenerate!" Wendy jumped in front of him and gave him a thumbs up.

"Uh..." Faced with Wendy's request, Emperor Yanwang didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"Or turn into a dragon and show me! I've only seen dragons like Tevalin, and I haven't even seen your Immortal Ancestor's transformation!" Wendy opened her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Uh..." Emperor Yanwang wanted to run away for a moment.

"You have seen my appearance as a wind elf, but you Liyue people are more reserved, so if you're embarrassed, just show your tail!" The anticipation in Wendy's eyes became even more intense.

"Uh!" Emperor Yanwang has never been good at dealing with enthusiastic people, such as Hutao, such as Barbatos...