At the mouth of the abyss, a green ball of light flew rapidly upwards and soon landed on a high cliff.
Seeing the green ball of light, Wendy and Zhongli, who had been watching the show for a long time, finally moved.
The two of them flew slowly towards the cliff, and at a glance they saw Mo Nanfeng suddenly sit down on the ground.
It seems that he was really scared and really tired.
Taking deep breaths of fresh air, Mo Nanfeng looked up at the moon in the sky. He felt as if he had survived a calamity. He felt very comfortable, very comfortable, but he didn't know what time it was.
Did Fufu eat? Are you happy? Did you sleep?
While still in a daze, he felt someone rubbing his hair.
Turning around, Mo Nanfeng saw Wendy's smiling face and couldn't help but smile.
"Master! You are still laughing. In the past three days, the damn Apostle of the Abyss has told me that I have become food more than a dozen times.
I thought I was really going to become food.
"I'm going to become food, what should Fu Fu do! Wuuuuu!" The more Mo Nanfeng spoke, the more he felt like he was going to collapse, and tears kept pouring out.
Deep underground, perhaps due to the environment, all his emotions were suppressed.
But when he felt alive again, that emotion came up and he couldn't stop it.
Especially when he thought that Fu Fu was almost alone again, he could no longer hold back his tears and hugged Wendy.
"Master, if I die, what will happen to Fufu?"
Listening to Mo Nanfeng's crying, Wendy rubbed his head, her eyes full of pampering, and comforted him: "It's okay, even if you really die, I have a way to revive you."
"Ah! Master, are you speaking human language?" Mo Nanfeng originally wanted to seek comfort, but he didn't expect that the master's answer would make him even more devastated.
With a smile, Wendy replied: "Master is not a human~ I am a free wind elf~"
"......"
Zhongli, who was standing aside, had not said a word until now. His mind was full of thoughts as he pondered over many, many issues.
When arranging Mo Nanfeng's mission, the first thing he thought of was Liyue, the safety of Liyue, and everything about Liyue, while the safety of his apprentice was secondary.
As the oldest of the Seven Gods, thousands of years have already corroded his heart. Human emotions are the most complicated things.
From the Demon War to the Kanreya War, and now to Liyue, he has experienced too many separations and deaths, and his heart has long been numb.
As a master, it was the first time that Zhongli saw Mo Nanfeng crying so hard. He didn't even know what words to say to comfort him.
From the beginning to the end, from inside to outside, from the beginning to the end, Mo Nanfeng was concerned about and worried about Fu Ningna...
Although he has disappeared from the world, he still finds it difficult to pick up the emotions that belong to human beings.
Next to them, Xiao was reporting to Zhongli, and Nashida was communicating with Ying and Paimon.
Considering age and character, Mo Nanfeng is the youngest, so it seems reasonable for him to cry.
......
A few minutes later, after Mo Nanfeng vented his emotions, he stood there steadily, as if nothing had happened.
It was as if the one crying just now was not him but someone else, and there was not even a trace of tears on his face.
Looking at Nashida who was still communicating with Ying, Mo Nanfeng stopped thinking and walked forward to thank her: "Thank you, Lord Grass God!"
"You're welcome. It's just a small favor." Nashida's voice was soft, yet energetic, and very pleasing to the ear.
This one is also good, Nashida is cute~
From top to bottom, Nashida gave Mo Nanfeng a sense of holiness that was untouchable.
“Thank you for predicting what would happen at that time.
If it weren't for you, Fu...Carlos wouldn't have been reborn." Mo Nanfeng continued to express his gratitude.
Slowly walking to Mo Nanfeng's side, Nashida looked up at him, frowned and said, "You are injured. Although it is not serious, it is caused by the abyss after all. You must rest well."
After hearing what Nashida said, Mo Nanfeng scratched his head. He knew that he was injured, but fortunately, it was not too serious.
"Yes, yes, thank you, Master Kusagami."
With her fists on her waist, Nashida said in a very educational tone: "If you are injured, don't stand there trying to be brave. It's best to return to Liyue Harbor as soon as possible to rest and heal.
You are still young, and it would be bad if you suffer from sequelae."
"Yes, yes, it's Kusagami-sama."
Behind them, Wendy and Zhongli looked at each other, and no one spoke.
Why do I feel like my role as a master is outsourced?
Ying and Paimon just covered their mouths and laughed. It was really fun to watch Nashida educating people.
......
On the endless sea outside Liyue Harbor, it was unknown how long Furniture held Keqing's hand and how long the story lasted.
Keqing had long been immersed in Furniture's five hundred years' story and was deeply involved in it.
"Do I know Nanfeng? Five years ago, almost six years ago~
At that time, he came to apply for the position of guard in Villette. I happened to have nothing to do that day, so I went to take a look. Seeing that he was small and cute, I pulled him to my side.
Then......"
I don’t know how long it took, but Funina came to the end of this story.
“Those two people, Fontaine set off fireworks all over the sky, and almost everyone was celebrating for me and Nanfeng.
That day, I was really happy, very happy..."
After saying this, Furninha carefully let go of Keqing's hand and continued, "Stop and don't move. This way you won't fall."
Keqing stared blankly at Furniture who was walking in front of her and started to dance.
It was a beautiful dance. Keqing had an indescribable taste in her mouth, very soft.
All along, Funina knew that she loved Mo Nanfeng very much, but it was not until this time, when she was truly panicked, that she realized how much she loved Mo Nanfeng.
Psychological trauma? She didn't know if there was any, and she didn't know.
Maybe, but that doesn't matter.
The only thing she was worried about was Mo Nanfeng, nothing else mattered.
After a gorgeous dance, Furninha bowed to the only audience.
Just as she was about to stand up straight, Funina heard applause from behind, a very familiar rhythm.
"Fufu, I'm back.
The dance is so beautiful..."
Turning around slowly, Funina stared blankly at Mo Nanfeng, who had to vibrate his wind wings to stand on the water. Her eyes were filled with tears that were about to burst out at any time.
The next second, Funina threw herself into Mo Nanfeng's arms, hugged him tightly and started crying.
Keqing, who was standing not far away, silently picked up the camera and recorded today's beautiful life.
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Let me insert one sentence here, just one sentence, to satisfy the tired author~~~~~
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