Mo Wang: Who Says I Only Go for White-Haired Girls? I Can Win Over Long-Haired Brunettes Too!

She clutched her head with both hands and spun in circles on the spot, completely falling apart.

"It's over, it's over, it's over! Why is it like this again?! We just got here and something already happened. Are we going to get wanted again?! We were wanted in Mondstadt, wanted in Liyue, and now we're going to be wanted in Nordkalle too?! Are we professional wanted criminals?!"

Seeing how panicked she was, Xilian instinctively edged closer to Mo Wang, her voice filled with unease. "Partner... this..."

Mo Wang said nothing. He merely stared at the girl before him, who was gradually turning transparent, a complicated glimmer flashing through his eyes.

"Stop making a fuss," Mo Wang said helplessly as he looked at Paimon No. 1 frantically spinning in place. "She's not dead yet."

Paimon No. 1 abruptly stopped and widened her eyes. "Doesn't she look like she's about to die?!"

"Not dead and about to die are two different states, okay?" Mo Wang rubbed his forehead. "Can't you hope for something better?"

By then, Xilian had already begun carefully examining the Moon God's condition. Her brow furrowed tighter and tighter as her fingers lightly rested on the girl's icy wrist, feeling for the faint, nearly imperceptible pulse.

"Partner," Xilian raised her head, her voice grave, "the situation doesn't seem very good. Her body... is abnormally weak. It's not just her breathing—even her pulse is almost impossible to feel, and her body is so cold..."

Mo Wang rubbed his temples with a headache. "So what exactly is going on here?"

Just then, he saw the Moon Spirit that had led them here float over. Its tiny body swayed before them, then drifted toward the Moon God lying on the ground before floating back and continuing to bob about.

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