Genshin Impact: My sister’s name is Kujo Sora

After settling breakfast, Ningxia suppressed the embarrassment of last night, and today he had to go to the Knights to see what solution Qin had.

After eating, Yingmei also followed Ningxia to the Knights, and she also promised to go to the Knights to help, so naturally she would not break her promise.

The two walked one after the other, neither of them mentioning yesterday's incident, and Paimon touched his little head, still not understanding why Yingmei had such a bad relationship with Ningxia one night.

It's just that when I came back to the Knights, I saw Kaeya sitting in the acting leader's office.

"Brother Ningxia, you're finally here." Kaeya said helplessly.

"Kaeya? Why are you here? What about the piano? Ningxia asked suspiciously.

"Brother Ningxia, don't you know, someone sneaked into the West Wind Church last night, so that the head of the Qin troupe had to wake up to maintain order, you don't know how busy she is these days, and she has become ill..."

"Jean... It's really tiring. Ningxia said sympathetically, with the workload of the qin, it is very good to be able to hold up until now.

"By the way, I've already figured out the whereabouts of the Sky Lyre, so I want to trouble Brother Ningxia with you..."

Ningxia should come down in one bite, and he is familiar with this aspect of beating the Fatui.

"I, I'll go too." Yingmei behind Ningxia said that she also had something to do with yesterday's incident, so she also wanted to help, even if it was with Ningxia.

Kaeya then told Ningxia where the Fatui planned to use the Sky Lyre to lure Dvalin and hunt them down.

After Ningxia learned about it, he prepared the location given by Kaeya, Yingmei silently followed behind Ningxia, and Paimon wanted to liven up the atmosphere and began to find a topic.

"Anyway, Ningxia, if you came to Mondstadt, you should have gone back to Liyue, do you know the god, I heard that Morax is the god who forged Mora." Paimon said.

"Uh, Morax..."Ningxia, who didn't really want to talk about her, looked at Paimon, who was trying to liven up the atmosphere, and chatted very cooperatively.

"Morax is a very responsible god, and Liyue is a good place to be, and—" Ningxia said vividly, he was still very good at telling stories, and even the younger girl behind him couldn't help but prick up her ears and eavesdrop.

It's just that Ningxia thought of some unfriendly memories as she spoke, such as being pitted by Morax in Liyue, being kidnapped by Liuyun and borrowing the wind Zhenjun, and so on.

"Huh? Why don't you say it? Paimon, who heard this, asked, curious about what was going on, especially the part where Ningxia tried her cooking skills with the immortals.

Even the Yingmei in the back let go of her embarrassment and got closer, she was also curious about the follow-up of the rock dragon lizard's turmoil.

"Later, I'll be in Mondstadt." The corners of Ningxia's mouth twitched and said, I won't talk about the rest of the things.

"There's a lot more we haven't told us!" Paimon said as he stomped his foot.

"Specifically, you can go to Liyue and experience it for yourself, there is almost a month left before the Immortal Ceremony, and then Morax will personally come down and give orders." Ningxia opened the topic.

"How so! Obviously, Ying and I are very concerned about the follow-up! Paimon said and pulled Yingmei.

"Huh? Yes! yes, yes, I'm a little curious too. Yingmei whispered.

"There are some not-so-good memories of the rest of the story, so I won't talk about it." Ning Ning touched his head and replied that it was either embarrassing to him or a secret of Liyue, and it was better not to say it.

After Paimon's activity, the atmosphere has finally recovered a bit, at least Yingmei is not so resistant to approaching him, and she can still say a few words.

It's just that they didn't know that in the distance, an embarrassed abyss mage saw that Ningxia was about to leave the city with Yingmei, and secretly returned to the abyss.

Lately, the man in the mask of Mondstadt has been patrolling every night, and it has already lost several of its brothers, and it would not have been hiding in the city if it had not been for the orders of His Royal Highness.

After returning to the abyss, Sora sat on the throne and asked about his sister.

The abyss mage also told Kong 1510 what he saw, probably that Ying Mei lived in Ningxia's house, and the two went out together in the morning or something.

"Ningxia!?" When Sora heard this name, his face was so green that he could feed Paimon, and he still remembered the last time he was almost cut down by Ningxia.

"Someone! Gather my subordinates for me, bring over the biological weapons we got from Sumeru, and I'm going to fight Ningxia to the death!" Said as he patted the throne.

"Your Highness, please calm down, I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing." Yuanshang on the side hurriedly stopped, because because of the collection of books he found in Yuanxia Palace and the support for Kong, he had become an empty dog-headed military advisor.

"My sister is now at my enemy's side! How do I calm down!? Sora said angrily.

"No, no, no, Ningxia and His Royal Highness are enemies, but now it seems that he doesn't know about Her Royal Highness the princess and you, and he cares about Her Royal Highness the princess, so..."

"So how?" Sora looked at Yuanshang and said, although this dog-headed military master doesn't seem to be very reliable, he is still a little reliable in doing things for him, at least more obedient than other abyss apostles.

"I think it's okay to let Her Royal Highness the princess be with Ningxia temporarily, after all, your Royal Highness Ningxia's strength is not unknown, if he is there, I don't think Her Royal Highness the princess's safety will not have to worry." Engami talked eloquently.

In this way, under the flickering of the abyss, Kong inexplicably felt that it was good for Yingmei and Ningxia to be together temporarily, a demon god-level guard.

At this time, Ningxia, who walked to the city gate, shivered inexplicably, as if he was being remembered by someone.