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

I made a mistake and didn't consider what to do when accepting, completing and submitting the commission.

After Wutong finished dealing with the Qiuqiu people, he stood some distance away from the client with his hands behind his back. Because of the distance, the client's loud thank you could be said to be echoing in the mountains.

She is really not the goddess in the picture book, nor is she the fairy boy on this mountain. Don't call her out with any embarrassing names...

There is no real empathy in the world, unless you have the same experience, Dadalia, she suddenly understood.

Take a deep breath, turn around and prepare to go to the next place. Today's eight commissions, and the three in Liyue Port that need to be contacted by the crowd, are left to be solved by Kong. The remaining ones are to protect the vein stones and destroy the Qiuqiu people. It's up to her to take care of the sentry tower and the ruin guards and ruin hunters.

Wutong suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky, then turned to look at Mandrill who had been following her.

"...?"

Wu Yan smiled and shook his head. She was just thinking that a long time ago, when Xeno came to Mondstadt to help seal the demon in Kelai's body, he said that the demon was most active at night. She wasn't worried about Qingqiu's mental state, she was more worried about Immortal Mandrill.

Is it really okay to set the time at night...?

With suspicion in mind, after Wutong completed all the tasks, he met Sora and Paimon outside the city as promised, and handed over the materials and other materials to them.

Then the wait begins.

After Kong got his reward from Catherine, they returned to Wangshu Inn.

continue waiting.

During this period, I don't know if he was infected by the cold Mandrill Sento, but Sora also became a little reticent, but he still chatted. The two little boys just stood on both sides of the terrace with their hands folded, one on the left and one on the right, like some kind of gatekeepers.

Moreover, when playing games with Paimon, Wutong always felt that something was wrong, and his back felt furry, but when he turned his head, the feeling disappeared.

After hearing what she said, Paimon didn't even hold the pen tightly, his eyes widened and he shouted, "Don't scare people, there is nothing."

It's strange. Could it be the reaction of the absorbed karma?

After lunch, Wutong played seven games of backgammon on the terrace with Paimeng, Kong, and Liuyun Jiefeng Zhenjun who arrived later. Wutong almost made a pair of cards out of paper and played an exciting game. of Landlords.

Finally, as evening approached, Immortal Mandrill opened his mouth and gave her the answer she wanted.

"Gui Liyuan tonight, I'll leave first."

What followed was that Sora became even more silent.

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"Wutong, happy birthday! Hahaha, this is a gift from your mother, do you like it?"

Qing Wu was stunned and was held in the arms of a well-dressed woman wearing a cheongsam. Her baby-fat face was pressed against a piece of jade that had fallen down. From a close distance, she could see clearly that it was the shape of Guanyin. In her small hands, there was a cage that was half as high as hers. A green bird was fluttering inside, its feathers and dust mixed together, making her frown and sneeze.

"Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk, this little thing is quite energetic. Okay, okay, mommy still has things to do. Let's go first. Be good."

Before Qingwu's confused head could react, she wiped her face with a cloth indiscriminately, and a kiss was pressed hard on her forehead. Then, her long curly hair slid past her eyes. When the woman stood up, The smell of a solid ointment with an unknown floral scent also slipped into her nasal cavity, making her want to sneeze again.

The beautiful back and the loud high heels stepping on the stone bricks gradually fade away. The towering sycamore tree in the courtyard slowly shed a leaf, and the bird in the cage stopped tossing, as if everything had stopped making noise.

On a branch not far away, there is a hook that has been tied. It seems that this birthday gift is going to be placed there.

The little Qingwu put the birdcage on the ground, walked to the door of the courtyard, brought a small bench, aligned it and put it down.

The four legs of the stool were completely unstable on the uneven brick floor. They swayed as the cage was hung. When I looked up, I felt the stinging pain in my eyes from the sunlight filtering through the leaves. The small hooks seemed to be there. Ghosting, a very difficult and strenuous act, caused Qingwu to sweat heavily on his forehead.

Finally, while holding his breath and concentrating, he gritted his teeth and stood on his tiptoes, the crooked hook hung on the ring on the cage.

Today is her birthday. A few days ago, her mother said she would have a new playmate that no other child would have.

Qing Wu sat slumped beside the tree, picking up the cattail fans that the adults had left behind, and fanned them again and again, while looking at his "playmate" who was carefully combing his beautiful feathers.

It has a copper-colored beak, small golden eyes, a little red at the end of the eyes, and white chest hair. From the back of the head to the back, it is dark green like leaves, but the ends of the wings and tail gradually extend and take on some Bright color, malachite green or turquoise green, she couldn't tell, probably only her mother knew.

Mom has many colorful little tubes and various pens, but the most numerous ones are the smooth and rough papers of different sizes, soft and hard, on the top of the cabinet.

It was something that could perform magic. There was water on it that she had never seen before, a house that she had never seen before, and people that she had never seen before.

They are all very precious things. My mother said that when she grows up, she will be able to reach the light rope in the courtyard without tiptoes, long enough to go on long trips alone, and long enough to see the water above. The house above, the people above. These are all hers.

"Wutong, what do you want to eat tonight? Dad will bring it back to you after get off work."

While he was distracted, a man with a shaved head and somewhat dark skin came over and rubbed Qingwu's neatly combed mushroom hair until it looked like a mess, and he laughed mercilessly.

"How about cup cakes? You and your mother love to eat this. What were you thinking about when you were young? It's hot, isn't it? Just wait in a few days. In a few days, the grapes planted by your second uncle's family will grow. Then you just sit here and eat slowly."

Wutong frowned and dodged the man's hand that wanted to move her hair, but there was no way a little kid could resist an adult, and now the hair turned into a hen's nest.

"Mom also likes to eat. She likes green grapes."

"Dad likes to eat too."

The man carried Qingwu into the house with a hearty smile. After a kind-faced old woman took it, she angrily patted her son's strong and generous back.

Qingwu's head moved bit by bit. The cattail leaf fan was no longer in his hand, but he could still feel the coolness. He was so comfortable that he felt sleepy, but he still had the energy to retort to the man: "No, you obviously love me." Eat pears.”