Genshin Impact: I am the only one who can bring disaster to Teyvat

An ordinary hemp rope, a branch that looks like it was randomly broken off, and a bamboo basket that is woven with exquisite craftsmanship but is also quite ordinary. These three ordinary things can form an extraordinary trap.

The warm sunlight is pouring down, and it stands there proudly. I can see its chest standing tall with pride. It looks at the strong ones with pity, saying no to their recklessness, but it looks at the weak ones with great generosity.

It sympathizes with the weak and wants to hold the poor weak in its arms and enjoy the sunshine, breeze and blue sky with them.

This is a unique trap. No other trap is as eye-catching as it is, and no other trap is as proud and complacent as it is. It is born to stand out from the crowd.

"Gan Yu."

Grabbing Ganyu, who was about to run to the side in a daze, with one hand, Hu Tao glanced at her dazed eyes, waved her hand lightly in front of her, and whispered, "How long have you been working? The Immortal Delivery Ceremony is over there."

The ceremony of sending off the immortals and the ceremony of inviting the immortals were held in the same place, Yiyan Palace.

"Sorry..."

Reluctantly moving his gaze away from the unique trap, Ganyu patted his cheek lightly as if he suddenly came to his senses, and said apologetically in a voice as light as cotton.

"I seem to have worked for a long time and stayed up late for a long time..."

The white-haired fox felt a little regretful. Aunt Ganyu had been working late at night these days. Liyue was a vast place with abundant resources, unlike Inazuma, which only had a few small islands for people to live in.

Those files that flow into Yuehaiting like water every day are simply the fans of Ganyu's tired and confused personality, sacrificing themselves to add indestructible cornerstones to Aunt Ganyu's personality.

At the same time, in order to prevent him from doing something not so nice, Aunt Ganyu rejected all invitations to go out of Yuehai Pavilion, and even did not attend the meeting between the Xianjia and the Seven Stars, and immersed herself in work every day.

These days, apart from releasing a few mosquitoes to help Yuehaiting employees improve their spirits, he has not done anything improper and his tail is sore from exhaustion.

"…I can't remember how long it has been."

"Even if you are a half-immortal, you have to pay attention. The first ceremony of sending off the immortals that I held hasn't ended yet. If a second one happens now, it will be a terrible thing." Pointing to the dark spots around his eyes, Hu Tao's fair face pretended to look tired.

In these weathers, we have to prepare for the immortal ceremony and arrange Zhongli's funeral. It can be said that we are being pulled back and forth between the two and have little time to rest.

Ganyu lowered her head slightly and looked at Hu Tao's little face so close to her. She stretched out her fingers and gently smoothed her eyebrows. She took a step forward lovingly and hugged her, gently stroking Hu Tao's hair.

"You must have had a hard time these days. I'm sorry I couldn't help you. Even the strongest child needs a place to take shelter from the rain and wind. Don't hold on any longer."

Tolerant, generous, and loving, both his actions and words revealed a strong sense of compassion, as if Walnut, who was wrapped in it, trembled slightly, as if touched by soft water.

"…It's not too hard."

The haphazardly tied hair was untied, and she could feel fingers gently moving her hair, slowly making it smooth and orderly. Walnut sniffed and whispered, "I'm used to this kind of thing."

"When I'm really busy, I have to go to four or five houses a day. That's exhausting. How can it be considered exhausting now? By the way, did you see that bird-catching trap over there? There was a sucker who wanted to help. Hua Mora, who was always following the flow of people, finally proposed to set up this trap near the Immortal Sending Ceremony."

Walnut muttered and changed the subject, "Only the dumbest bird would fall for this kind of trap. I don't know what he wants to use it for. Isn't he going to catch people?"

"I can't imagine anyone falling for this trap. They'd have to be the dumbest of the dumb. Oh, I heard someone will bring a bowl of fried tofu and put it in there. It doesn't seem to be used to catch birds."

Fried tofu? ... The seemingly unusual mood suddenly became ordinary. The white-haired fox immediately lost interest in him. He ignored his no longer arrogant attempts to keep him, and lowered his head to carefully push aside the two strands of hair that were tangled together.

Only a stupid pink-haired fox would be interested in fried tofu. A real fox should be a meat eater.

Gan Yu helped Hu Tao to fix her hair and tied it up again, and put on her Bagua hat like a mother. She smiled gently and said, "Okay, now let's go to Yiyan Palace to see the Emperor for the last time."

"The coffin is empty, how can it be considered the last time we saw each other?"

Her face flushed slightly. She glanced at Ganyu, who was like a mother to her, and said vaguely, "I just hope that the Immortals and the Seven Stars can be quiet on this day. Their conflict is almost spreading beyond Liyue."

"Isn't that good? I really hope they start fighting soon." The traveler stepped in between the two men. "It's like a beautiful wife seeing her cheating husband, grabbing his hair and kicking him hard."

"Good morning, Ying."

Ganyu greeted lightly, frowning and asked worriedly, "Where's Yingzhai? Isn't the child with you?"

"Yeah, he's not with me..."

Ying sneered, "It seems like she wants you to be alone and calm down."

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"worn out……"

Tartaglia pounded his waist hard, straightened his back and sighed, "Even if I spend money, it's not a good thing. Liyue's immortal delivery ceremony is more troublesome than I imagined. All I have to do is run or prepare to run all day long."

"Why does a funeral require so many things to prepare? They don't treat me like a human being. I pay for it, but I still have to move things. The Hall of the Dead is also an expert at squeezing people out of their bones and marrow." Tartaglia complained.

"It's obvious that Hall Master Hu doesn't look much older than Dong Niya."

"The history of the Wangsheng Hall is even longer than that of the Knights of Mondstadt. This organization has existed since the beginning of Liyue's construction. How could someone like Yi Yu be the head of the hall?"

"Don't think that Walnut is as innocent as your sister. That little girl has a lot of blood on her hands. There are evil practitioners and fools stationed near Wuwang Slope."

Rosalin raised her chin, "But instead of complaining here, why don't you take advantage of the fact that no immortals are in the Golden House and break in? You are the first person to obtain the Heart of God, so this is a great achievement."

According to the intelligence, Barbatos is in the Golden House, dragging his dragon, which has not yet woken up, and carrying two boxes of wine.

But what on earth was that dragon?

"...Do you really think I'm a fool? There is indeed no immortal in this golden house, but there are still many patrolling Qianyan soldiers, all of whom are elite soldiers holding Qianyan spears."

Tartaglia frowned and said, "I heard that in ancient times, the battle formation of the Thousand Rock Army was able to fight against the demon gods. If it were normal, I might go on the battlefield to test the truth of this legend, but there is no time to waste now."

Tartaglia never thought that he could break into the core area of ​​a country by himself. If he, a mere last-ranked executive officer, had such ability, what conspiracies and tricks would the Fatui have to play?

Why not just set out and forcibly snatch the Heart of God from various countries?

Tartaglia said: "Only cooperation can help Her Majesty the Queen obtain the Heart of God. I have buried explosives in the mountain in advance. In order to prevent others from discovering them, I have done all of this myself. It is absolutely concealed."

"We will cause chaos beforehand, and then you and I will raid in, find Morax's body, take out the Heart of God, and leave before the immortals arrive. The plan is simple and crude, but it will definitely work."

"...It may cause a small disturbance afterwards. After all, if we want to make these elite troops' ears ring and fall into chaos, we must set off more bombs."

"Haha~ You don't mind the means, but the Fatui's assets in Liyue will be gone after this. The Northland Bank will definitely be confiscated, and anything related to Winter Solstice will be sanctioned."

Rosalyn crossed her arms and tapped her fingers:

"You are planning to settle the accounts because you think you might be beaten to death by the enraged Pantalone because you have spent too much money at the Northland Bank?"

“So it can be like this?”

Tartaglia's eyes lit up as he realized the new operation.

This had to explode.