Original God: Cthulhu invades, Mondstadt is destroyed at the beginning

"We have to protect it even if we can't!"

As he spoke, Kevin walked up to Grandma Ping.

"Can we gather all the people who can get things done before 9 o'clock?"

Grandma Ping nodded slightly.

"Okay, let's have a meeting at Yuehai Pavilion at 9 o'clock. Also, I don't think Ganyu's injury is serious, so bring her to the meeting as well. I need the specific details."

Yan Fei, who was still sobbing, stopped crying, stood up, and looked at Kevin angrily with red eyes.

"Ganyu's injuries are so severe, but they're not serious. Do you think they're not serious if you can walk?"

Kevin glanced at Yan Fei indifferently, and after getting Grandma Ping's consent, he turned around and left.

Yan Fei really couldn't understand how such a cold-hearted man could risk his own life to save others.

Grandma Ping saw Yan Fei's confusion and looked at Kevin's back with a serious expression.

"Just listen to him from now on and don't have any more questions."

"why?"

"Maybe he's the only one who can save Liyue!"

. . . . .

Keqing's ward.

Kevin sat aside, looking at Keqing's cheek carefully.

In my mind are scenes of being in the fire.

You are the savior, and I am still waiting for you to save Liyue.

These words echoed in Kevin's heart.

Then he stood up and walked to the door. Kevin, who was about to go out, looked back at Keqing who was still unconscious.

His eyes became more determined.

Just wait, even if the operation fails, Liyue can still be saved.

. . . . .

Yuehai Pavilion, in the conference room.

Grandma Ping gathered the remaining officials of Liyue, and Ganyu was also called over shortly after she had bandaged her wound.

Bai Zhu is also in there. It can be said that most of Liyue’s mid-level and above leaders are here.

Ningguang and Grandma Ping sat at the front of the long conference table.

Before the meeting even started, many people started arguing.

There were also some people whispering there.

The atmosphere was extremely casual, and everyone's face looked unhappy.

"There are so many things going on right now, why did you call us over?"

"Yes, the Emperor hasn't even come back yet, what's the point of holding this meeting?"

"I heard that there was a lot of commotion yesterday. Secretary Ganyu was badly injured, and some immortals couldn't even come to this kind of meeting. They are probably dead."

"Alas, the immortals are no longer reliable. Liyue, is there still a future?"

Ningguang slammed the table and stood up abruptly.

"What are you talking about? This is a matter of life and death for Liyue. Instead of joining forces to resist, you are here gossiping. Do you have any leadership skills?"

If it were in the past, Ningguang could have scolded this group of people so badly that they wouldn’t even dare to fart.

It’s a pity that things are different now.

As soon as Ningguang finished speaking, someone stood up to refute her.

"If I had to be like you guys, I would be such a coward."

This person has long been dissatisfied with the leadership of the Seven Stars, and even looks down on the immortals.

He was from the Emperor's faction. This faction wanted to delay everything and wait until the Emperor came back before discussing anything else.

I have no hope for the Seven Stars and the Immortals, so I don’t give Ningguang any face.

After that person spoke, many people stood up and refuted.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Grandma Ping tapped her crutches and stood up.

He looked at those people with cold eyes and said, "Are you very dissatisfied? If you have any opinions, please speak up."

Grandma Ping's aura suppressed everyone present so much that they couldn't even raise their heads.

It can be said that Grandma Ping is the biggest one now. She is not only an immortal, but also the one with the longest seniority.

Some of the civil servants and military officers below couldn't help but ask, "Why did you summon us here? Could it be that the Emperor has returned?"

Before Grandma Ping could answer, the door of the conference room was opened.

"The Emperor is very busy and has no time to take care of you. As for summoning you, it is naturally because he has something to do."

As he spoke, the white-haired young man who came in spread out a map and placed it on the table in the conference room for everyone to see.

Then he sat in the main seat that no one dared to sit in.

With his hands clasped together and his chin supported, his blue eyes showed nothing but calmness and tenacity.

Many people saw Kevin's actions and were dissatisfied.

"Hey, who are you? How dare you sit in that seat? Even Grandma Ping can only sit in your deputy seat, right?"

"Get down here, is that something you can sit on?"

Kevin and Grandma Ping exchanged glances. Grandma Ping understood and stood up and cleared her throat twice.

"Let me introduce him. His name is Kevin. He is the leader of this meeting. Even I have to listen to him. If you have any opinions, tell me. Don't embarrass him."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present fell silent.

But the dissatisfaction in his eyes could not be hidden.

After calming down those people, Kevin said to Ganyu on the side: "Okay, Miss Ganyu, tell me about what happened yesterday."

Gan Yu showed a trace of unwillingness in her eyes, and said: "Yesterday Dagon was forced into a desperate situation, and at that time, the young master grabbed a lightning spear and suppressed it under his body.

But later, when we wanted to help, the whole world changed. Dagon disappeared, we were injured, and Tartaglia was on the verge of death. It was as if Xiao and I had lost a memory, a memory of being killed by Dagon. "

Kevin's blue eyes turned cold, and he turned to Grandma Ping and said, "Ganyu and Xiao, have they been checked?"

Grandma Ping looked serious and said earnestly: "I can guarantee that they are normal and there is absolutely no possibility of them being replaced."

Kevin was silent for a while, then asked, "What did the young master say afterwards? Was there any sign of Dagon escaping at the scene?"

Ganyu fell into memories, and her dim eyes trembled slightly.

"After he asked me to give you the photo, he died. He did show signs of escaping, but we tracked him for a while and found that he couldn't take it anymore, so we had to return home."

There was a hint of pity in Kevin's eyes, but his tone remained cold.

"Are you still able to get up? If you can, mark your location on the map for me."

Yan Fei, who was sitting next to Grandma Ping, couldn't help it anymore. Just as she was about to stand up, she was pushed down by Grandma Ping.

Grandma Ping was very serious. She shook her head gently, her eyes full of warning.

Ganyu coughed twice and slowly stood up. Her hands were shaking and she looked extremely weak.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do this well, I..."

Kevin waved his hand to interrupt Ganyu's words without giving her any face.

"I'll apologize later, mark the location first."

"Ah."

Ganyu looked so pitiful that it made people feel distressed.

The dissatisfaction in the eyes of the civil and military officials below became even stronger.

When they came, Grandma Ping only told them roughly what had happened.

No details were given, which resulted in Kevin, the planner, having little presence.

There is no prestige at all.