Yuanshin: Kidnapped by Bing Jiaoying at the beginning

Now that I'm back, you won't be alone anymore.

Just as he turned to leave, as if he sensed that he was about to leave, Gan Yu, who was lying on the bed, suddenly had a painful look on his face, and his beautiful Liu eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Maple Leaf..."

"Don't go..."

"Don't leave me again..." There was even some crying in the weak voice, as if praying.

Obviously Gan Yu still had her eyes tightly closed, but she was still able to hold Feng Ye's hand precisely.

Gan Yu seemed to be having a nightmare, and it was about him, Feng Ye had an unbearable look on his face.

At the beginning, he willfully chose to leave Liyue to travel, but he did not expect to bring indelible loneliness and sadness to his little unicorn.

When Feng Ye blamed herself, Gan Yu curled up slightly, as if she was afraid of something, and her hand gradually slipped from Feng Ye's wrist to the corner of Feng Ye's clothes.

The pained look on his face seemed to have intensified, his slender fingers also quietly clenched the corners of Maple Leaf's clothes, and there was a little black aura around him.

"Don't go..."

"I won't let you leave me..."

Wendy, who was standing by the window watching the play, stared slightly at the inexplicable aura emerging from behind Gan Yu, smiled lightly, and played the zither in her hand.

The melodious and beautiful sound of the piano passed through, Gan Yu's frowning brows gradually became smoother, her breathing became lighter, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if immersed in a beautiful dream.

It's just that the hand that clenched the corner of Maple Leaf's clothes still didn't let go.

After Feng Ye heard the sound of Wendy playing the piano, he came back to his senses. He could see that it was Wendy who was helping him to comfort Gan Yu.

He couldn't help sighing, although this Wendy said that she was always out of business, but since she helped him this time, spanking her butt was skipped this time.

Turning around, Maple Leaf took off her coat lightly and covered Gan Yu with it.

Feng Ye looked at Gan Yu's fingers still holding the hem of his clothes, squatted down and looked at her sleeping face quietly.

In fact, you are still as cute as you were thousands of years ago, Gan Yu, no matter what you become, you will hold a lot of weight in my heart.

He touched her head, and then gently stroked the eye-catching unicorn horn on Gan Yu's head. Maybe he forgot many things, but he still remembered how to touch her unicorn horn to make her sleep more soundly .

This point, Maple Leaf will never forget.

Wendy saw that Fengye was so gentle to Gan Yu, not only was she not gentle at all, and even knocked her on the head roughly. Thinking of this, she immediately curled her lips in displeasure.

Why does she feel like a defeated dog? No, she won't lose to this little coconut sheep.

Turning around, Maple Leaf blinked and gestured to Wendy with her eyes, meaning to take me there.

Wendy understood what he meant at a glance, kept silent, and turned over and went out of the window casually.

Seeing Wendy's swift figure disappear into the night, Maple Leaf followed closely behind.

After the two left, the room became silent again.

In the pitch-black room, Gan Yu, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes, and a strange red was shining in her blue-purple eyes.

The red light lingers, seemingly forming a heart shape.

Gan Yu curled her body into a ball, couldn't help hugging the clothes left by Maple Leaf tightly, and carefully felt the remaining temperature and smell on the clothes.

"It smells like maple leaves..."

"This time, I won't let you leave me easily."

Chapter 39 Please don't be sad, the wind will bring the story

In the wilderness of Mond, the breeze is blowing slowly, gently caressing the face of every traveler. The tired traveler who comes here can also listen to the sound of the wind, feel the soft wind, and find a trace of peace of mind.

If those wandering monsters are removed, it will definitely make people happy.

A large area of ​​plains constitutes the current appearance of the Mond Wilderness. Those who know a little history will know that Old Mond is uninhabitable and cold.

The land of the wind god was transformed into the beautiful appearance by the wind god Barbatos himself.

The full moon tonight is exceptionally bright, illuminating the field of Mond thoroughly, and two figures gallop past in it.

Maple Leaf followed Wendy's footsteps, looking around from time to time. When she first woke up, she didn't notice the difference in Mond.

Looking at the past carefully now, I can see the difference between Mond and the past.

The shape of the ridge seems to be cut by a knife, and the climate is much warmer and more pleasant than before.

You know, when he first came to Old Mond, except for the place sealed off by the lonely king of the tower with a wind wall, the rest of the place was either bitingly cold or not suitable for human habitation at all.

Maple Leaf couldn't help staring slightly at Wendy who was running in front of him. Perhaps in the past 500 years, there were far more stories hidden in her heart than I imagined.

Wendy might have really been misunderstood by the Wind Demon Dragon. Although she now looks like a fish-fishing monster who is just waiting to die, her contribution to Mond's backside may not be that simple.

She also watched Mond alone for a hundred years.

Looking at the thin and frail figure in front of her, Maple Leaf sighed softly. Wendy revealed her identity and insisted on taking him to the appointment. He already roughly guessed the ending of that best friend.

Wendy is Wendy, the wind elf named Barbatos in the past, and the wind god named Barbatos now, but he is no longer the bosom friend who was drunk with him.

In other words, his best friend should have disappeared in the long river of time.

Thinking of this, Maple Leaf's heart couldn't help throbbing slightly, and the tip of his nose was a little sour. He couldn't help but think of the best friend of Feng who had been with him day and night.

I remembered that every time they got drunk, they talked about everything.

He couldn't help but marvel at the majesty of that young man who looked delicate and immature. His best friend was always so free and easy.

"The wind brings the seeds of stories, and time germinates them."

"Maple Leaf, aren't we the story we're writing?"

Maple Leaf couldn't help but patted the young man's head, "What nonsense are you talking about, what is left by the dead is called a story, what we call a journey."

The night before parting, Maple Leaf said so.

The handsome young man lowered his eyes slightly, silently picked up the wine in hand, and said nothing.

The young man longs for the sky, but is trapped in the heart under the high wall, so how can he talk about the journey.

After being silent for a long time, the boy who raised his head again had bright colors in his eyes again, as if no dark emotions would affect him.

He is like a breeze that soothes a traveler's fatigue, looking at his bright and clean smile, Maple Leaf can't help thinking.

"Hey, Maple Leaf, before I leave, I want to give you a present."

"It's a pity that I don't have any special ingredients on me, only these dandelion seeds that always stick to my body."

The handsome young man seemed to be blaming himself, feeling that the gift he had prepared was not good enough to express his heart.

"Compared to the ingredients that will be found sooner or later, of course your unique gift is more important." Maple Leaf touched his head with a smile.

The boy couldn't help but looked up and smiled back, "This is the song I made with that little wind elf, Barbatos."

The little wind elf surrounding the handsome young man was also half-drunk at this time, shaking his head and rubbing Maple Leaf's face from time to time, looking very reluctant.

Hearing the song uttered by the boy, the little wind elf happily flew around Maple Leaf twice, landed on his shoulder, and gently leaned her head on Maple Leaf's face.

The boy continued.

"I want to give it to you as a promise song between us, okay?"

Maple Leaf smiled and nodded in response. "it is good."

With the plucking of the young man's fingers, the qin in his hand gradually rang out clear and pleasant poems.

"Fly, fly."

"Like a bird, see the world for me..."

"Fly to the sky for me."

"..."

The handsome boy and Maple Leaf were intoxicated in the melodious singing together.

Running on the field full of cool breeze, Maple Leaf closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling the breath of the wind passing by him.

I know that the meaning of the poems you sang at that time was to let me take your place to see and feel the beauty of this world.

Because, under the high wall, you cannot see the outside world...

Maple Leaf's words resounded in the breeze, with a slight tremor in her voice.

"Damn it, you bastard, can't you wait for me a little longer?"

"Say yes, you'll wait until I brew the best wine. Say yes, you'll wait for me to make the most delicious sweet flower stuffed chicken."

"Why do you want to break your promise?"

The sound dissipated with the breeze, as he said at the time, "The wind brings the seeds of the story, and time germinates them."

Maple Leaf slowly opened her eyes, staring at the pleasant scenery of Mond Field in a daze, and was quietly calmed by the breeze with a sad heart.

The pace gradually slowed down.

At some point, Wendy in front of him was quietly walking beside him, walking with him.

Maple Leaf took a look and was about to speak.

"Hush—" Wendy blinked her big blue eyes, and put her finger on her lips, motioning for him to silence.

Nodding her head, Maple Leaf didn't ask again.

A very worn-out qin appeared in Wendy's hands. Even though it was well maintained, one could tell its age at a glance.

Wendy's fingers plucked the strings, melodious poems sounded in the open field, and an ancient wind seemed to blow across the long river of time.

Maple Leaf couldn't help but stop and listen.

"The wind brings a new story, and time makes it a myth."

Accompanied by the beating of the violin in Wendy's hand.

The story she wants to tell gradually sprouts from the wind.

"Please don't be sad, the wind will bring the seeds of the story."

Wendy's unique sweet voice sounded.

The Wind Spirit was originally a ray of thousands of winds, but he had a bond with a young man and a friendly demon god.