"sorry to bother you."

"It should, it should."

Looking at Qin who was stroking her chest and thanking him, Bai Qiyun suddenly became confused.

It was the same old reason, he was an invisible social terror. When discussing business matters, he could completely sink into it, but he still couldn't handle such a personal thank you.

But soon, Yandora pulled him aside and freed him from the sea of ​​embarrassment.

While hiding behind the crowd, Bai Qiyun bumped into Ying who was returning the same way.

After a brief battle, there seemed to be no traces left on the girl's body.

"I've checked that there shouldn't be anyone else around."

In addition to catching a lone Qiuqiu man just now, she also specially cleaned up the surrounding monsters to make sure nothing was missed.

"The honorary knight is still thoughtful."

The acting leader of the Knights of the West Wind naturally praises everyone, as if she has to mention everyone who has done something useful. Could it be that this is aristocratic etiquette?

"Hey, it's small things."

Ying didn't react at all, but Paimon shyly approached and responded.

Is this little guy in need of pinching?

"It's not your job."

In order to prevent Paimeng from disturbing the conversation between several people, Bai Qiyun pulled Paimeng from behind and stuffed her behind Ying.

The little face that had been pulled smoothly wrinkled into a ball in an instant. She blinked her big watery eyes and looked at the young man in front of her angrily.

As if this could vent her resentment.

Unfortunately, Bai Qiyun didn't care about her feelings. After settling the noisy imp, he turned and walked towards the bard who was leaning against the tree and lazing away.

Oh, it's a bit inappropriate to say he's lazy. He is currently busy adjusting the harp in his hand.

Ever since we arrived at the top of the Star-Zhaing Cliff, the strings of the Sky Piano have been in very good condition. A gentle pluck can stir up the surrounding breeze. The wind seeds floating in the air are floating back and forth like dandelions. It's amazing to see.

Bai Qiyun wanted to use the wind-catching bottle to catch a few and bring them back to Liyue.

"Well, I'm in good condition."

Wendy flicked the strings and made one last confirmation before taking action.

But for him, it is a piece of cake to play the thousand-year-old music that summoned friends in his memory.

But at this time, he had been sleeping for a long time and was polluted by the abyss, so he had to be more cautious.

Diluc, who had been silent for a long time, also walked over with less brisk steps. He nodded slightly towards the few people, with no emotion in his eyes.

"Are you ready?"

Although there was nothing unusual about him on the surface, he was still a little nervous and expectant inside.

You must know that it is the Wind Demon Dragon, one of the former guardians of the four winds. That kind of existence has experienced Mondstadt for thousands of years. In addition to the incarnation of power, it is also a symbol of the glory of Mondstadt in the old days.

As the contemporary head of the Leckenfend family, he was naturally very curious about the giant blue dragon that flew across the sky from time to time.

When he was young, he used to sit on his father's lap and listen to his father telling stories about the past.

But things have changed now, his father has passed away, and the soaring dragon in the story has also punished Mondstadt.

Times have changed.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

If anyone present has the most confidence, it is Wendy who is at the center of this plan.

He patted his open chest, which was as smooth as an egg spread by Bai Qiyun on a pan.

After adjusting her breathing, the expression on Wendy's face slowly changed from smiling and happy to one as if she was missing someone.

He gently brushed the strings with his slender fingers, stirring the strings as if caressing someone's skin.

Although the sound of the piano has not yet sounded, everyone knows that the wind is coming.

As the melody sounded, wind swirled around the poet's thin body, as if he was welcoming someone's arrival, warmly but not noisily.

The sound of the piano is melodious and continuous, as if someone is telling an ancient story in your ears. The breeze that spans thousands of years becomes more pure and pure under the bright moonlight at this time.

Gradually, the faint sound of wind sounded in everyone's ears.

Something streaked across the sky, circling along with the sound of the piano.

The breeze, the sound of the piano, and the roar of the dragon.

The three of them came together and staged a grand epic drama in everyone's ears, unfolding the picture in front of everyone's eyes.

The giant blue dragon flapped its huge blue-purple wings and hovered in front of everyone's eyes. At this time, it seemed to be remembering something, and it no longer had the hatred it had before.

The Dragon of the East Wind lowered its huge head and looked at the bard in front of him.

How long has it been since you heard the sound of the piano?

How long has it been since I last saw this prosperous world?

How long has it been since I last saw him again?

Long looked at Wendy and gradually fell into memories.

In that boundless darkness, what has been supporting it is the belief and the promise.

It once fought for Mondstadt, once swept away the wind and snow in the north, and once protected the northern city-state when the poisonous dragon attacked.

But when it woke up again, the scenery between heaven and earth had changed.

All of its former friends are gone, and everyone in the world no longer recognizes it. They all think of it as a ferocious monster and flee.

The Mondstadt that once protected it has long since changed. It once left blood and suffered for it, but what did it all get in exchange?

Forgetting? Hatred?

Recalling everything he encountered after waking up, Qinglong's eyes gradually turned red.

It flapped its restless wings and looked at the people in front of it. The bard surrounded by several people in the center was the guy who had disappeared.

I haven't seen him for hundreds of years, but when I met him again recently, he looked like this.

The wind god has long since disappeared from this land, and it is no longer needed to protect Mondstadt.

The oath that had lasted for thousands of years no longer needs to be kept.

The poisonous blood behind him seemed to feel the dragon's sadness, and the dragon's anger began to boil and burn continuously, as if it was eroding everything, gradually turning Tevalin's mind into a crazy color.

Grief and anger turned into steel swords, hatred and anger dissolved into blood, allowing Qinglong, who had been lonely for a long time, to stand upright.

The body, which was not damaged at all even in the dark, now had cracks under the overwhelming sadness and resentment.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that the poisonous blood behind it had broken open and infected its body.

At this point, no words are needed, and no words can resolve the grief in his heart at this time.

Tevalin showed his most ferocious appearance for the first time to the bard whose eyes were full of expectation below him.

The overwhelming mouth almost swallowed up several people present, and a voice of complaint from thousands of years ago burst out from the throat.

"Barbatos! Are these people here to hunt me with you?!"

The pressure that was condensed to the extreme shook everyone present so that they didn't even dare to move.

This is the Wind Demon Dragon, and this is the power of the four winds.

Bai Qiyun, who was hiding behind a few people, was so blown by the wind pressure that he couldn't even open his eyes.

He subconsciously summoned Yandora to condense pure water weapons.

But he controlled his hands in the next second, because he knew that at this time, it was the last time to show hostility to this dragon that was obviously out of control.

If you really do that, it's really irreversible.

Just when a few people were still struggling to hold on under Tevalin's power, a cold figure suddenly appeared next to Feng Molong.

It covered its inconspicuous mouth and kept sneering in Tevalin's ear.

"Hehehe, look, humans have abandoned you, and they are preparing to chase you."

The Abyss Mage floated in the air and pointed at everyone present with its somewhat thin right hand.

The strong elemental power gathered in each person is the best testimony to assist its lies.

Like a ghost that confuses people's hearts, the Abyss Mage keeps whispering around Tvarin.

"They have abandoned you, now it is time to return to your new masters."

The words from the abyss fell into the ears of Canglong, which had been soaked in poisonous blood, and it believed the other party's words without any explanation.

The huge Tevalin took a deep look at the remorseful bard beneath him, and without leaving him any chance to explain, he flapped his wings, stirred up the strong wind, and disappeared into the night with the Abyss Mage.

The horizon below.

"Tvarin!!"

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