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

Come to the Death Star.

"Huh? You are... I have an impression of you. You are the traveler who fought against the Fools and the Demon God Osel, Kong, right?" Wearing a red-purple cheongsam and high-heeled over-the-knee boots, a man with a long hair The adult woman with long black hair, but her left eye was covered by bangs and a red eye patch, turned around and asked with one hand on her hip.

"You know me?" Kong was a little confused.

Beidou smiled boldly: "Hahaha, I heard from Ning Guang that there was a traveler who saved Liyue. He had outstanding knowledge and extraordinary skills. And the traveling companion who traveled with him, Miss Wutong, was brave, resourceful, and both civil and military. . This one, that’s it. Ningguang is very picky, and it’s not easy for him to give such a high evaluation. I was thinking at that time, what kind of talent he is, and I also wanted to make friends with him personally. "

In fact, Ningguang also said other things. For example, if the traveler has any request, he should try his best to help. It can also be regarded as a favor to the taciturn Miss Wutong. After all, doing business with her will never be a loss. Buy and sell.

Taciturn, but really reticent, this Miss Wutong, apart from nodding politely to say hello, never spoke again or gave any reaction. A Nanhong hairpin, which looked very valuable, was tied up in her hair. Maybe it was because it was too hot. After taking off her outer robe, she put it on her arm.

Beidou took a quick look.

Passionate peach blossom eyes but thin lips, warm eyes but cold hair, bookish clothes but exposed arms, he looks like a professional.

"Hmm... From the three of you, you can not only feel the breath of wind and earth, but also a little... um... the smell of the starry sky?"

Paimon didn't understand what the visitor said and scratched his head: "Huh? What and what? This is the strangest comment I have ever heard..."

His whole body was as red as a maple leaf. His white hair was tied into a short braid and placed on the back of his head. There was a red highlight on the top of his head that was the same color as his eyes. The boy who was as tall as Sora smiled gently: "It's nothing, it's just that I believe in fateful encounters." , it must have its meaning.”

"Is this your royal poet?" Kong looked at Beidou without any malice.

"I don't think I'm such an elegant person... This is Maplehara Manyo. For some reasons, he temporarily stays on my ship. From time to time, a few words will come out of his mouth."

"With the boat and the sea breeze, if you don't recite a few lines of poetry, wouldn't it be that you don't understand the style?" Maplehara Manyo crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, that makes sense. How about I give you a chance to perform when the Southern Cross Fighting Club starts."

Wanyo shook his head and declined: "It depends on your interest. Poems written for something often lack meaning."

"This is a rare opportunity, and a big hero is participating, so don't refuse it so quickly."

"Wait, wait, wait." Paimon, who was looking left and right, raised his hand to interrupt the conversation between the two. Did he hear the word "join" just now? Some were not sure when they spoke: "What is the Southern Cross Fighting Club, and the great hero you are talking about..."

Beidou was a little surprised: "Huh? I thought you must have come to sign up, but haven't you heard of it?"

The three people on the other side all shook their heads.

"The Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament is a martial arts competition held by me. There will be many people who want to show off their skills. There are two important rules for participating. First, the name must be resounding, at least not someone who is not good at martial arts. People who just want to join in the fun. Of course, you two don’t have to worry, no one has a bigger name than you. The second rule is that contestants cannot have the Eye of God. Otherwise, the disparity in strength will be too great. "

Well, it is true that there is no Eye of God, but when did her name become famous...? Was she the one who saved that child? Or beat up the fools? Could it be that arrow? But logically speaking, the heat of shooting Osel should have passed a long time ago. She remembered that there were not many people there at that time.

Wutong changed his clothes, and the stacked fabrics were sweaty and stuffy. After listening for a while, I felt that nothing important happened, so I returned to my previous thoughts.

It was said before that if she wanted to enter the dark room, she had to lock the door first, but what should she use to lock the door? This was a problem. It's been very quiet in the dark room recently, and I suspect it's being suppressed. Shouldn't she be asked to block Raijin's sword from Inazuma, but that is Manyo's business, not hers.

Moreover, there is another question. She signed a contract with Baal back then, but Baal died, and the current God of Thunder is Baalzebul. She took the liberty to ask, what contract I signed with your dead sister back then, can you tell me? It felt like the person being built the next second was not Sora, but herself.

To make matters worse.

What should I do? It's so annoying. She's going to squat on the ground and drop little pearls.

"To be honest, I'm not very interested. I don't need this kind of thing. Do you want it, Wutong?"

what?

Hearing Sora's questioning voice, Wutong slowly raised his gaze, which had been staring at the coil of hemp rope at Manyo's feet, and responded.

"You didn't..."

"You're listening, I'm listening. Sorry, actually we want to know how to get to Inazuma more than the martial arts club." Wutong quickly stopped Paimon's suspicion and looked at Beidou and Maplehara Manyo in front of him.

Upon hearing the name of her hometown, Maplehara Manyo's eyes flickered and she rubbed her chin: "Inazuma, do you want to go to that place..."

I thought it was a difficult task, but Beidou just snarled, and then waved to the three people in front of him and said: "I told you earlier, it's just to go to Dao Wife, no problem! Then if one of you wins, the reward will be , The Masterless God’s Eye, and the ticket to the Death Omen Star in Inazuma, just choose one of the two.”

"So it's so easy to negotiate!" Paimon opened his eyes wide. The leader of the Southern Cross Fleet, who was so cheerful, was very surprised and said with his hands on his hips: "You just want them to participate in your martial arts meeting!"

"Hahaha, why not? The more powerful people there are, the more exciting the martial arts competition will be. And you are the contestants I want to invite no matter what. So, you two, what do you think?"

Kong thought, he had no choice but to participate in order to go to Daozhu, and then nodded in agreement: "Okay, I am confident."

"Okay, no problem." Wutong also had no objection.