"What two glasses of wine?! I haven't settled the account with you about stealing a glass of wine from me! ”

An Ping rolled down from Ying's hand and said angrily.

Several people who knew Wendy's true identity looked at this unreliable wind god speechlessly.

Unexpectedly, he, the shameful god of wind, even stole the wine of strangers.

Even the most revered wind god Qin inevitably has a feeling of collapse.

"Hey."

Wendy put on a wink emoji, and actually wanted to pass the level cutely!

"We'll talk about stealing wine later, Stormterror is coming."

Diluc reminds that now is not the occasion to chat.

Stormterror is at the end of its rope, and all of its attacks have been seen through.

Coupled with the assistance of Wendy, a mysterious bard, this battle was easier than expected, and even gave Anping the illusion that the demon god was nothing more than that.

But why doesn't Stormterror run away?

Obviously, even with Wendy's restraints, Stormterror's movements will become sluggish, but as long as it rushes into the sky, no one can take it, right?

Anping watched Aemosaurus pounce on the platform again and again like a brainless hilichurl, restrained by Wendy, and suppressed by Jean and Diluc, and had some doubts in his heart.

Stormterror, as if he was deliberately sending him to death.

If it knew that it was helping it purify, it wouldn't have continued to struggle and fight, and judging from its reaction, it was more like a manifestation of bent on death.

Forget it, I'll ask the bard later.

He seemed to be able to communicate with the dragon.

Anping hadn't forgotten what Wendy seemed to be talking to Stormterror just now.

The identity of this bard is probably not simple.

But Anping didn't dare to guess in the direction of the gods, at most he thought that Wendy was a demon god in human form.

Stormterror was restrained on the platform for the last time, because the poisonous blood on its back had almost been purified, and Anping no longer had to help, allowing Ying to purify the last bit of what was left.

After the poisonous blood was purified, Stormterror fluttered and let out a wail, and then fell off the platform as if unconscious.

"Dvalin!"

Wendy was the first to rush to the edge of the platform to call Stormterror's name.

Dvalin fell into the darkness with no response.

"It should be fine, right?"

An Ping walked to the edge of the platform and glanced down, although he had thrown stones to test the depth of here, but he didn't hear the sound of stones falling to the bottom at that time, and he didn't expect a dragon to fall without moving, this shouldn't be really a bottomless abyss, right?

Fortunately, I didn't have the urge to climb down the pillar at that time.

An Ping glanced down with palpitations.

But before everyone had time to worry about Dvalin, the platform under their feet seemed to have reached its limit in the battle just now, and was on the verge of shattering and began to crumble.

Several of them were unsteady on the rocking platform.

"Oops!"

Anping saw that the stone slab under his feet began to crumble, and as soon as he finished speaking, the platform collapsed, and everyone fell with him.

In the next life, you really have to remember to buy a wind wing.

Anping saw Ying stretching out his hand and wanted to hold him, but it was just a little bit away, and he couldn't reach it, and even because of the large piece of rubble falling, Ying had to dodge, and the distance between the two was completely widened.

Seeing that he was about to fall into the darkness, An Ping closed his eyes.

Suddenly there was a dragon groan in the darkness.

I won't have to drop the inside of Stormterror's mouth...

An Ping's eyes closed even tighter.

With a bang, Anping felt a soft and smooth cushion catch him.

When he opened his eyes, all he saw was a blue sky between the center of the eye of the storm, which was absolutely invisible on the platform.

This is Stormterror's back! It was Aemoterror who saved himself!

An Ping hurriedly sat up, and when he saw that the head of the piano troupe, Ying, Diluc, and the bard were all there, he finally lay down with his heart at ease.

Stormterror's back is wide, soft and stable, so comfortable.

"Dvalin, it's been a long time since we've flown together like this."

Anping suddenly heard the bard talking to the Anemosaurus again, he could really communicate with this dragon!

Sounds like we've soared in the sky together in the past...

Could it be that this bard is really also a demon god? Is this Stormterror his old friend? It's just that the name Dvalin doesn't sound like the name of a she-dragon...

Breaking through the eye of the storm, Stormterror carried everyone soaring through the blue sky, a low moan coming out of his mouth.

Anping is in a hurry. He couldn't understand what Stormterror was saying!

"I don't want you to obey the Abyss, but that doesn't mean you have to obey me, Dvalin."

The Bard waited until Stormterror's groaning was over, and then continued to speak.

Anping, who listened carefully to what Wendy was saying and wanted to eat the demon god melon, sat up again after listening to it.

Follow!?

Stormterror and he are superiors and subordinates!?

What is the identity of the Guardian of the Four Winds of Mondstadt?

Anping looked at Wendy in horror.

Wendy didn't pay any attention to An Ping's gaze and sat up from the dragon's back.

"The freedom to be ordered by the gods is also a kind of unfreedom."

It's really the god of wind! No wonder the battle with the demon god was so easy this time, it turned out that there was a god on the side to assist!

An Ping was dumbfounded.

A warm glow appeared in Wendy's hand, but Anping could feel the unimaginable power in this fluorescent glow, and he watched as the fluorescence fell on Stormterror's body and melted into Stormterror's body.

Stormterror let out another low roar.

"Even if you don't have that identity, don't you still protect us? From now on, with my blessings, fly more calmly. ”

At this point, their conversation seemed to be over.

An Ping, who was surprised, looked around at the few people around him and found that their expressions did not change at all.

"You guys, do you already know his identity?"

The crowd nodded.

"You should have warned me earlier! Am I offended by my previous attitude towards the gods? ”

Anping was a little nervous.

Thinking back to that time, he also wanted to take the bard dressed as the god of wind to take the blame... It's good that I didn't do such a stupid thing.

"If you want to atone for your disrespect to the gods, you people from Liyue, offer me a beautiful bar!"

Wendy raised her eyebrows and posed high.

It's just wine, it seems that this wind god is quite good at talking...

Anping began to seriously calculate how much wine he needed to make the god happy.

"Hey! Singing! Don't lie to Anping! ”

Paimon Jr. pops out of nowhere, stomping his feet in the air and harshly accusing Wendy of fooling people.

What kind of big guy are you, Paimon, who doesn't take the gods in his eyes at all.

Anping almost dropped his jaw when he looked at Paimon.

He suddenly felt that the neck that Paimon had ridden had become noble.