Genshin Impact simulation, the Shura field is endless

Xiu Wen didn't return home until the rain stopped.

After taking off his clothes, Xiu Wen couldn't help but shiver.

After being rained on for a long time, even the devil felt a little cold.

You won't get sick from it though.

I lay down in the bathtub and took a quick soak to wash off the smell of rain on my body. Then I changed into clean clothes, washed my old clothes carefully, and hung them outside the house.

The sky was still gloomy, but as the Demon God of Rain, Xiu Wen was very sure that it would be cloudy at most and it would not continue to rain for a while.

The air is still humid, but we can't hang the clothes in the house, so let them dry slowly.

After that, Xiu Wen lay on the bed and began to daydream.

He is not a loner and has a good relationship with the immortals, but sometimes he just wants to be alone and quiet.

I don’t know how long it was, but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Xiu Wen?"

A gentle female voice sounded, like a trickle of water, or like the sound of wind chimes blown in the wind.

End?

Xiu Wen's eyes lit up.

He sometimes likes to be alone, but Guizhong is the only exception.

When he opened the door, he saw a beautiful and dignified girl standing outside. Her eyes were fixed on Xiu Wen, with a smile on her face.

"Why do you have time to come here today?"

"What do you mean by 'how do I have time'? Our houses are not far from each other. I can come over anytime, right?"

Gui Zhong said something in a reproachful tone.

Xiu Wen nodded helplessly.

"You, on the other hand, have been idle all the time, haven't you? Did you go out in the rain again just now?"

Being stared at like that, Xiu Wen couldn't lie at all. He smiled bitterly and said, "That's right."

"I knew it," Gui Zhong sighed, "Really? Look, your hair is still wet. You're relying on yourself to be a demon god, but you don't even take care of your body?"

Finally, he started preaching again.

But Xiu Wen did not show any impatience. After listening quietly, he stepped back and made a "please" gesture.

"Want to come in and sit down?"

"You...ah, I knew you wouldn't listen."

Gui finally pouted, looking adorable. Then, swinging her white jade feet, she stepped into Xiu Wen's house.

As soon as he entered, Gui Zhong sat down on a chair without any hesitation, picked up a sunset fruit, took a bite, and began to mutter, "Xiu Wen, let me ask you, do you think the finished machine can be used to compose simple music?"

"Huh? Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Xiu Wen silently poured a cup of tea for Gui Zhong, sat opposite her, and asked in confusion.

"Hey, tell me first, do you think it's possible?"

"Hmm... music composition? Based on my current knowledge, I don't think so."

Xiu Wen answered tentatively.

Unexpectedly, when Gui Zhong heard this answer, his face suddenly fell, "You also think it's impossible?"

"Uh… so what happened?"

"Let me tell you, it's the same question I asked earlier. Ping also believes that music creation comes from human inspiration and cannot be replaced by machinery. But I think it can be done. In the end, we argued for a long time and there was no result..."

Gui finally lay on the table and complained.

Xiu Wen suddenly realized that the argument had started again, and Gui finally came to him to seek approval.

As a result, he also supported the other party, which made Guizhong unhappy.

"Haha, if you ask me directly, I will definitely say no. But if you say yes, then there must be some basis for it, and I will naturally support you."

“…Isn’t your answer too cunning?”

In the end, I was dumbfounded.

"I'm not trying to please you, I really mean it."

"Well...you really trust me."

"Of course, I trust you the most."

"... "

"what happened?"

"nothing!"

Gui Zhong's voice suddenly became much louder, and his cheeks turned slightly red.

"Well, anyway, I guess you managed to get away with it. Actually, it's just as you said. I researched a bell, and while making it, I discovered a possibility of using mechanisms to create music."

"Bell? Where is it?"

"…Took it by Morax!"

Gui Zhong said angrily.

When Xiu Wen heard Morax's name from Gui Zhong, his heart skipped a beat, and he felt inexplicably panicked and frowned.

"Did he take it away?"

"Well!" Gui Zhong said indignantly, "A Ping and I asked her to be the referee, and he couldn't make a decision, so he took my bell!"

...

Is this some new way of judging?

To avoid an argument, take away the thing that caused the argument?

Xiu Wen was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"You're still laughing!"

Gui Zhong waved his arms in dissatisfaction, letting his long sleeves hit Xiu Wen's face.

"Ahem, um, sorry, I just think that Morax's way of making decisions is really unique. So, do you want me to help you get it back?"

"It would be great if we could get it back!"

Gui finally sighed and took a big bite of the fruit, as if to vent his dissatisfaction.

Xiu Wen's face froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal. "Yeah, I can't beat him."

The tone was relaxed and natural, as if he was joking.

Gui Zhong didn't think much about it. He chatted with Xiu Wen for a while and then went back to his room.

After she left, Xiu Wen closed the door tightly and the smile on his face faded a lot.

He does not mean that.

Especially since Xiu Wen had just been thinking for a long time in the rain.

It is normal that he cannot defeat Morax. It is better to say that he has never heard that the demon god can defeat him in a one-on-one fight. The title of God of War is not for nothing.

But Xiu Wen just wouldn't give in.

He didn't have to defeat him, but at least he didn't want to be like he was now, just watching Morax expand his territory and having no big impact on the war situation.

Thinking of this, Xiu Wen took out a sword box from under his bed and took out his sword: the Blood Rain Sword.

It was cast by a craftsman with all his heart and soul.

“You must face your enemies in order to find ways to improve yourself.”

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"You want to go to the front line with me?"

Morax stared at Xiu Wen in astonishment, frowning.

"of course."

Xiu Wen nodded without hesitation.

"you will die."

"I know."

"Does Guizhong know?"

"... "

Xiu Wen was silent.

Morax understood instantly that this was done without telling Gui Zhong.

"why?"

"I want to become stronger."

"?"

Morax raised an eyebrow.

Seeing his lack of understanding, Xiu Wen smiled, as if mocking himself: "It's ridiculous, isn't it? Like a little child. The power of the demon god is innate. All I can improve is my own martial arts."

"…Becoming stronger, what's the point? We have a contract between us. The battle is between me and the immortals."

"It's better to be prepared," Xiu Wen tilted his head. "It's true we have a contract now, but what if the Demon War is almost over? Can you lead us to victory? I don't think there will be that many winners."

Morax was speechless.

What Xiu Wen said was indeed true. If there could only be one winner, he wouldn't know what to do.

"Are you worried about the end?"

Xiu Wen did not refute and nodded silently.

Seeing the affirmative answer, Morax sighed.

"You two, really..." He shook his head, "Do you know what the last clause of the contract I signed with Gui Zhong was?"

"what?"

"Don't put yourself in danger."

"... "

Xiu Wen's heart trembled, he really didn't know this.

"She knew you wouldn't be content, so she proposed this contract. She also said she would reveal this to you when necessary. So, when necessary, she probably meant this time."

Morax looked helpless.

Xiu Wen certainly knew what "return to the end" meant, and he was playing the emotional card.

Gui Zhong hoped that he would not go to the battlefield for her sake.

She even figured out his plan.