【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The boy sat by the girl's bed until early in the morning, when the girl slowly woke up.

Early the next morning, the sylph took the two of them around the shelter.

It's just that the girl didn't expect that the nameless tribe with only two lines of words lightly printed in the history books would be so spectacular.

She had never imagined that she would see birds singing and flowers fragrant in the background of Old Mondstadt, and the years would be prosperous.

Most of the people in the tribe have blue eyes - presumably, this is the predecessor of the Gunnhild family.

It turns out that they are the ancestors of Captain Qin. No wonder they always have a familiar sense of reliability.

"Me? It's my first time here too."

The young man scratched his head:

"This is my first time to the world outside the wind wall."

The girl was stunned for a moment.

Yes, the young man in history did not leave the cage created by the strong wind until his death.

In the dark, history——

Has it been changed by her?

The girl looked at her hands in a daze.

However, history is clearly unchangeable.

After being in a trance, a strange feeling filled the girl's body——

Then can she help Wendy's friends escape their inevitable fate?

Let him truly take a look at the sky that belongs to New Mondstadt.

Let him feel true freedom.

"Are you occupied?"

The boy suddenly poked half his head in and looked at the girl sitting at the table.

The girl turned back, looked at the young man's smiling face, and secretly made a decision in her heart.

"no, what happened?"

"follow me."

The boy held the girl's wrist and led the girl to the barn.

A batch of wheat has just been harvested here, and all the wheat straw is piled on one side of the barn.

"Come on, come up."

The boy climbed onto the pile of straw and stretched out his hand to the girl:

"This is the place with the best sunshine——"

"Ah," the girl put her hand on the boy's hand, followed his example, and climbed up the pile of wheat straw. As soon as she climbed up, she saw that the little wind elf had occupied the best position in the center, lying there lazily. side.

"Pfft."

The boy and the girl lay on the left and right next to the wind elf, looking up at the blue sky.

The wheat straw that had been dried by the sun was warm and dry. When the two of them lay on it, they could still hear the crisp "gada" sound of the wheat straw being crushed.

"This is the blue sky."

The boy's voice was very emotional, with a softness that had been touched by the sun.

The boy obviously regarded the girl as someone like him, so when he discovered such a place, he brought her there so enthusiastically.

However, the few months in the tower without seeing the sun were enough for the girl to sigh at such a blue sky.

Although the blue sky was overcast, only a few rays of sunlight struggled out to provide a touch of warmth.

"By the way, I still don't know what your name is."

"My name?" The girl smiled, "It's not important."

Then the girl turned her head:

"what is your name?"

"My name—"

The boy deliberately lengthened the syllables to fill the suspense:

"It doesn't matter either."

He couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or deliberately trying to offend the girl. The young man uttered such a sentence.

The two people tilted their heads, and when they met each other's eyes, they couldn't help laughing.

"Okay," the girl's voice was lighter than she had expected, "anyway, leaving a name in history is nothing special."

After all, most of the people who make up history are nameless.

"Want to listen to some music? I've never played the piano in this kind of environment."

As he spoke, the young man sat up, took out a harp from somewhere, and plucked the strings with his fingers.

As if suddenly awakened, the wind elf flew excitedly to the vicinity of the harp and used the wind element to fiddle with the strings a few times in a haphazard manner, disrupting the boy's rhythm.

"Hey - that's not the case!"

The girl did not keep her relationship with Dick Lapian from them.

"That's it. It doesn't matter whether you tell me your next plan or not. The decision is yours."

The girl sat by the bonfire, the firelight dyeing her pure white eyelashes and hair red, quietly waiting for the trial.

People turned their attention to the girl - the lover of the lonely king in the tower. This identity was too special.

As long as anything has anything to do with "love", the complexity will increase by at least one level.

There are too many variables.

The boy sitting next to the girl noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere and leaned towards the bonfire:

"She is my savior."

The young man's eyelids were opened lazily, and the firelight cast the shadow of his eyelashes on his face:

"She saved a lot of people in the city."

"I think she loves people more than the lonely king in the tower, right?"

The girl raised her eyes to look at the boy, and found that the boy was looking at her tenderly, and the firelight danced in his eyes, giving off a warm light.

The girl is not good at words, let alone explaining.

But the young man just revealed everything that was on her mind.

The girl silently said to the boy:

"Thank you."

Everyone knows that the young man is a friend of the wind elf, so his prestige is not small.

At this time, the wind elf swayed from the boy's side to the girl's side, and then sat on the girl's head.

Look, good guy, I said.

The current patriarch of the Gunnhild family is also a woman. When young girls look at her, they always have visions of Qin's face.

"In that case...welcome to join."

Within two days, the young man said goodbye to everyone.

"There's nothing I can do. I haven't completely gathered the people in the city yet."

The young man said so.

"Please pay attention to safety. Leave the North Wind Wolf King to us."

The young man smiled and nodded. Suddenly he thought of something and turned to the girl:

"Well, can you take me to the wind wall?"

"When it arrives, take it back."

The young man pointed to the wind elf on the side.

The next second, everyone saw sadness, betrayal and disbelief on the sylph's face that was beginning to take shape.

The young man is justified:

"Would it be easier to communicate with Andrius if you were here?"

"Furthermore, if I am suspected by Diehlappian of being the one who escaped that day, and he checks and finds that I have no elemental power, I will be safer, right?"

"Just follow her, okay?"

Finally, the sylph was brought back to the camp by the girl.

The days after that were very peaceful, so peaceful that it made the girl uneasy.

Andrius had already agreed to form an alliance, and the girl was also present that day. Andrius's shining eyes looked at the girl for a long time.

"There's a guy in charge of time who would be interested in you."

This is what Andrius said when he said goodbye.

After completing this matter, the girl has been——

Bow practice, bow practice, bow practice.

The girl rarely takes out the magic weapon - after all, it obviously does not look like a product of this era, nor does it look like a mortal creation. If it is only taken out for fun occasionally, frequent use will definitely attract unnecessary curiosity and curiosity. get to the bottom.

When the young man was still there, he watched the magic weapon emit elemental power and then transform into a bow. He asked excitedly:

"Then can it be turned into other weapons?"

The girl thought for a while, nodded, and added:

"But I've only changed into a bow."

The young man scratched his head:

"why?"

The girl couldn't figure it out either.

What was she thinking when she tried to use elemental power to transform a weapon for the first time——

Ah, yes, I seem to be reminded of Wendy.

So she said:

"Because one person who is very important to me uses a bow."

Later, she fell in love with the moment when the arrow left the string——

Regardless of everything, the wanton pursuit of freedom.

In the days that followed, the sylph would sneak into the city from time to time to exchange information with the boy. The rest of the day was spent watching the girl practice her bow, or lying on the straw to bask in the sun.

So when the clan leader collected the wheat straw to make fertilizer, people saw the words "crying and fussing" from this face that was just beginning to take shape.

"What a very unreasonable protector."

The clan leader smiled helplessly. The girl on the side put down her bow and rubbed the wind elf who flew over to ask for comfort:

"But, it's cute, isn't it?"

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On this day, another sylph, no, a spirit slipped into the city, but it didn't come back as a spirit.

The head that followed it back was wearing a dark brown robe, with the hood of the robe covering his head. A corner of it was lifted by the wind, revealing the fluttering red hair underneath.

"Hello, may I ask...is this the 'Ocean of Wind Flowers' that the bard mentioned?"