Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 188 Liberation of Munatar: New Edition
As soon as the red-clothed boy said, Liu Su's expression suddenly froze, and the Xingmu, which was about to fall, could not be photographed. It was fixed in the air, and the air in the noisy teahouse seemed to freeze. All eyes were on the customer who had just entered the shop.

With mixed red and white hair, cold red pupils with a chilling and violent taste, and the evil eyes of God hanging from his waist, 00 stepped in.

Liu Su thought he was a knowledgeable guest, knowing that his story was made up from hearsay, and he exposed it. He never thought that it was a young man who looked not much older than himself, and he pretended to be indifferently staring at him.

He was able to become a storyteller because of his clever mouth and his ability to read words and expressions. Although the young man looked like he was going to eat people, this is Liyue Port guarded by the Qianyan Army. Could it be that this strange young man dared to come here? Do it here?

Look at me, Liu Su, who is going to argue with this boy today.

Thinking of this, Liu Su flicked the folding fan in his hand, and looked at the indifferent Farmas with a smile: "Master, I'm talking about the tyrant who was defeated by Emperor Yan, why did you ever insult you?"

Famasi's expression was indifferent, and he suddenly thought that Zhongli was in this teahouse. According to his previous temper, he would definitely take action to teach this rambunctious storyteller a lesson, but now, it seems that it is not the time.

"You say that the king of Namunata is a tyrant. Is there any evidence?"

Seeing that Farmas hesitated to speak, Liu Su thought it was his lack of confidence, so he smiled complacently and said, "Of course the story I told was passed down by word of mouth from the ancestors who witnessed the emperor's battle. In terms of evidence, who can compare with the ancestors who followed the emperor?"

Liu Su turned his head, cupped his fists and bowed to the onlookers, and then bowed to Famas.

"If this young master still has doubts, why not order a cup of rock tea at Heyu Teahouse, and let me explain to you the many evil things this tyrant has done."

Advancing and retreating, neither humble nor overbearing, he is indeed an excellent teahouse storyteller.

Famas still wanted to say something, but his gaze finally turned to Zhongli, who was wearing a long gown, sitting by the window, holding tea, and the well-behaved Zhongli.

On the table in front of him were two cups of white porcelain teacups.

"The tyrant you speak of, what he did can only be said to have offset his merits and demerits, and he did not spread the plague."

Zhong Li shook his head and took a sip of tea.

This is often the case when he listens to books. If he hears a story that is the same as the fact, he will nod in approval and say: "It is true." If he hears an adaptation or misrepresented rumor, he just shakes his head , without explaining, today is the first time he speaks out in defense of a tyrant in the storyteller's mouth.

"What happened to Mr. Zhongli today?"

Without waiting for Xiaoer to wonder, Famas seemed to have not noticed the mocking and suspicious eyes around him, and went straight to the table where Zhongli was sitting, pulled the chair over and sat down as if no one else was there.

The young man in red seemed to be acquainted with Mr. Zhongli, he picked up the teacup in front of him and looked at it carefully, the clear tea was shaking left and right with the container, his half-baked attitude made tea connoisseurs angry when they saw it.

Holding a teacup, Famas pointed at Liu Su: "Storyteller, let's continue. Didn't you talk about Morax killing Munata? What was the final result?"

Hearing Famas directly calling the name of Yan Wang Dijun, the tea drinkers frowned. Fortunately, they can drink tea in Heyu Teahouse. , but no sarcasm.

Especially the red-clothed boy had a God's Eye tied around his waist. Apart from the bold Liu Su, few people dared to be this early bird.

Zhong Li quietly listened to the storyteller's narration, his gold-leaf eyes fixed on the bluffing Famas.

The boy in red is still the same as it was a thousand years ago. His bold movements, disgusted eyes, wobbly red fur on top of his head, and astonishingly violent flames flashed in his red eyes. If Zhongli hadn't known, he would indeed After being sealed for thousands of years, he even thought that he had returned to those glorious years.

Time has worn away Zhongli, and even the spirit of the time is gone, but the young man in red seems to be full of upward energy forever, and the wear and tear has not left the slightest mark on his body.

Even the strength is stronger than it was a thousand years ago.

And Famasi didn't care what Zhongli was planning, and now his attention was on the storyteller Liu Su.

He was in Liyue Harbor now, and Moraxel didn't dare to fight him anyway, but he paid more attention to the storyteller of the tyrant who opened his mouth and kept his mouth shut.

"The emperor reprimanded the demon god tyrant of Munata for starting wars at will, capturing young children into the army, and spreading plagues..."

Liu Su talked vigorously on the lotus platform, and even looked proudly at the silent Famas holding the teacup, as if to say: This is the evidence you want.

"The tyrant still wants to resist, but who is our emperor? He is the strongest warrior in the world!"

"I saw that the tyrant's flame was dispelled by the rock ridge rushing all over the sky, and the emperor shouted: This is the way of heaven!"

"In an instant, a huge rock star descended, and the tyrant's legs became weak from fright, and he no longer had any strength."

"With a sound of 'Boom', the dark clouds in the sky were blown away, the emperor won a great victory, and completely suppressed the tyrant. On that day, the idol symbolizing the tyrant's rule was overthrown, and the sun that had not been seen for a long time came out from the clouds. The golden light is sprinkled on the earth without hesitation..."

What followed was a meal of bragging about how powerful the Emperor Yanwang was, and how cowardly and incompetent the tyrant was. The tea guests who listened to the book applauded, and many people gave Liu Su a large sum of money on impulse.

Famas slammed his fist on the wooden table. Although he knew that except for the last paragraph, most of what Liu Su said was true, but... no matter how he thought about it, he was still very angry!
Picking up the teacup, he poured a big gulp of the top-quality gold thread tea, even the tea leaves were chewed by Famas. He looked at Liu Su who kept bowing and begging for rewards on the stage with disdain, and then stared at the side as if watching a show Zhongli.

"Are you the one who spread these stories?"

Zhong Li shook his head, looking into Famas' eyes that were burning with anger, he suddenly thought of a dream he had a long time ago.

In the dream, only the ruined Langfang was left in the originally prosperous Liyue, and then the inland river was cut off by a huge force, the dock workers fell on the ground with blood on their faces, and there were huge waves and tsunamis as high as Tianheng Mountain.

Zhongli doesn't think such scenes will appear in Liyue, neither in the past, nor in the present, nor in the future visible to the naked eye, so they can only be attributed to "nightmare".

But gods don’t dream casually. When he saw these scenes, Zhongli’s heart felt great pain again. His heart beat faster and his blood boiled, as if he had experienced it himself. About to be revealed.

Because he also saw a blue beam of light falling from the sky of Yujing Terrace.

Will Liyue repeat the mistakes of Munata?
(End of this chapter)