Rules and Weird Talk: Hutao also wants to hang out with Weirdness

"Sing, sing, Dandelion's child is going home

...", "Don't cry, don't cry, elves pick up their wings..."

, the song came from not far away, but Jareth didn't have time to listen to this beautiful tune.

The bone blades of the two red-clothed archons suddenly stopped in the air, and their limbs no longer moved, like machines that had lost their batteries.

Can you run

? Jerry didn't have time to think about it, the bone blade was only a few centimeters away from his neck, who had the leisure to listen to music at this time?

He stiffened his neck muscles, and his neck slowly passed through the cracks between the blades, and then he slammed his legs away, and rushed towards the fountain square like a lost dog.

"Lost children embrace the breeze, and wanderers who leave home sniff the flowers. Sing, it's a time of joy.

"The fruitful vines make fine wine, and drink the ulterior freedom in the cup. "

The breeze blows the moisture of the wet clothes and takes away the reality of the idleness of the wind. The

song continued, and green began to grow on the dry dead ground, and shallow moss marks grew on the wet pine trees. Jared was a little surprised, could it be that the song had the power to reverse death?

Only a few steps away, in the fountain in front of him, a few trickles were squeezed out of the clogged spring, and the sound of ticking water seemed to be worthless in the chaotic slaughter, but it was unusually loud.

The weird who can't sleep is being executed by the consuls, the flames are still not extinguished, and the song controls the consul's actions.

Now is the best chance!On

the final stretch of the sprint, Jared came to the idol, gasping for air.

"Mr. Faydan, I'm here!Where are you?

!" "Mr. Faydan

!" Jared looked around, but didn't see Faedan, not even a weird

! Damn! Faydan won't pigeon me, will

he?" "The road of the beginning of the wind, calm the broken tower after being trampled!"

"O place of oneness of the wind, bury the cruel prince of the banter!".

The singing gradually weakened, and after the last two lines were sung, the singing came to an abrupt end...

The spring no longer flows, the moss recedes into the cracks of the wood, the grass is green and only a little bit remains, but the consul is like ice like a spring day, and his muscles are slowly melting...

Jared stamped his feet anxiously, his eyes searching the darkness of the night, his eyes piercing to find Fedan's traces.

But no, Feydan is really a pigeon! Damn, shameless! In the afternoon, I talked and laughed with Fedan, and that kind of vigorous and vigorous realm of competition is still in front of me! Why is it not at night?

Jerrys's hands tremble with anger, but at this moment, Jerry has nothing to do...

He has already broken several rules, and if he continues like this, he will die! He

looked up at the Zephyr Church in front of him, and decided to fight to the death to see if he could find a way out in the Zephyr Church...

The

wind chimes rang, and even though there wasn't the slightest wind here, Jares could hear the wind chimes.

He ran wildly, and when he reached the statue of the goddess, he stopped.

Jeris rubbed his eyes, surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

He's standing at the gates of Mondstadt... That's right, it was the same position just now, and he didn't leave a single step.

The wind chimes continued to ring, and Jareth began to look for the sound of the wind chimes, but found that he could not find it, and the sound seemed to come from all directions...

Suddenly the whole city of Mondstadt fell silent, everything seemed to stop, the flames stopped, and even the Archons stopped moving. Everything had changed since Jared had passed behind the statue of the goddess.

Fear, helplessness, despair... A variety of emotions intertwine on Jerrys, causing Jeris to lose his mind.

"Damn it!!!"

Jeris ran towards the fountain square again, and he found that although the archon stopped in place along the way, his eyes under the veil were all on his face.

The treacherous red light was locked tightly on Jerrys's body like a cheetah, but their bodies were still there, as if they were deliberately playing with their prey.

The second time I came to Fountain Square. Jared called out to Faydan again, but there was still no response.

Jared began to run in all directions, the side gate of Mondstadt to the east, the bones of Tvalin the Stormterror to the west, and even the gate to Mondstadt to the south.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, his skin turned pale from excessive running, and his hands and feet trembled unobeyedly.

Jared sat on the floor with Paimon, the numbness from his breath reaching his nerves and his brain, and he felt like he was reaching the limit of his physical strength.

"Falck, come and kill me, a bunch of wood, soulless fellows!" "

Humans are the strongest!fuck the gods!Fake!" Jared

sat down on the tiles, pointing at the archon and yelling.

"Did you encounter any trouble?" a

cold female voice sounded, accompanied by the real jingle of wind chimes.

Instinctively, Jared looked behind him and saw Mr. Claire standing behind, a smile on his delicate face and a golden glow in his eyes. The sound came from the wind chimes on her ankles, sometimes far away, sometimes very close.

When he was far away, Jarres felt like he was coming from another universe, and when he was close, he felt the wind chimes against his eardrums.

"I... I'm looking for Mr. Faydan, have you seen him?" Mr

. Claire had no ill will, so Jerry kept his basic politeness and replied with a slight bow.

"Oh... Fedan? Faedan told me, let me pick you up..."

"I have a mirror here... You can see Fedan when you go in the mirror. "

......

"But aren't mirrors dangerous? Mr. Claire, you're not lying

to me, are you?" Claire waved her hand, and from her cherry lips came a beautiful laugh, "How could I lie to you? Mr. Fedan specially told me to be kind to you..."

Jareth nodded, not knowing if he was lost or if there was no other way, he looked at a mirror that Mr. Claire was holding in his left hand.

Quite ordinary mirror, from where Jares sees his own dirty face.

And dirty pupils... Even filthy minds.

"I... Who am I

?"Who am I?Who are you??"Justice, goodness, evil, terror, conspiracy, seizure and plunder!"

What time is it Mr. Clare, Ms. Claire, come sir, come.

"The blood-colored sky reflects the moon, the crows stretch out of the marrow, beautiful scenery, freedom! I think, freedom." "

%%%@@@@三个部分... Moon!Freedom!"

Jares went mad, and for a split second, he lost his mind.

The light things are rising, the heavy things are sinking.

Jares's skin gradually withered, and his body began to grow red.

"Who am I?"

"I'm 078... Archon. "