The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 177 This is a slap in your face!
Chen Tianfeng had a puzzled expression on his face, and after thinking for a long time he still couldn't figure out what Duo Toretto was talking about.

Did they want him to die early? Did they want his blood to be poisonous? Or did they want his self-detonation to be powerful?

But it’s normal that he can’t figure it out. Dottore should be considered the mad scientist of Teyvat, and mad scientists always have some ideas that normal people can’t understand - otherwise, what kind of mad scientist is he?

Chen Tianfeng smiled and didn't care much: "Mr. Zhongli, do you know what he is going to do?"

Zhongli turned his head and looked somewhere below with a complicated look in his eyes: "Guide you to fight against Osel, and take the opportunity to verify some conjectures."

"Guess what... huh?"

Chen Tianfeng followed Zhongli's gaze, his smile faltered slightly, and gradually became expressionless with a slightly cold look in his eyes.

At a street corner somewhere in the night market, there was a thin figure curled up. He looked a little frightened, holding a wooden box tightly in his arms, his lips moving as he kept muttering to himself.

"It's about whether you still have human emotions."

Zhongli looked at the figure in the corner and sighed, "Friends, Liyue, and energy... In his plan, he will make arrangements from these three aspects to see why you will fight against Osel, and collect your combat data to prepare for the next action."

Dottore's plan is very good. The good thing about it is that it can drag down the entire Teyvat along with it.

Didn’t the Ice Queen tell these Fatui executives about Chen Tianfeng’s true nature and the consequences of his death?

Or maybe only the first half.

Zhongli was exhausted. After learning what Dotore wanted to do, he even had the urge to pick up this damn thing and throw it in front of the Ice Goddess to ask her how she managed the executive officers.

"Such a crude forgery...did he think I couldn't recognize my friend?"

Chen Tianfeng spoke calmly, his eyes fixed on the familiar figure without moving away.

Yuan Mu...Dottore actually created a person who looks just like Yuan Mu. Dottore actually dared to create a person who looks just like that little fool...Dottore actually dared to blaspheme his dead friend!
Chen Tianfeng had a cold expression, with anger hidden in his eyes; the gray-white giant snake roared silently, its eyes cold and cruel.

He took a deep breath, retracted his gaze, and looked at Zhongli: "What do you think, Mr. Zhongli?"

"The forger is under surveillance by the Fatui. As long as my friend and I pass by the forger and stop, Dotole will get the news. Then his subordinates in Guiliyuan will start to act, making a noise to attract the attention of the Seven Stars. Dotole himself will take this opportunity to burn some slices to activate the Hundred Taboos Scroll and release Osel."

"The Fatui of Guiliyuan are bait, but they are more than just bait. Their mission is simple. They will draw a large amount of power from the earth veins and transmit it over long distances without regard for the loss. Dotore will then choose the right time to send this chaotic earth vein power to Osel's side."

"At the same time, the forger will arrive at the Linhai Port when Osel is freed from the seal, and plans to indirectly die at the hands of Osel in front of you. Finally, a large number of Thousand Rocks troops were sent to Guiliyuan, the Seven Stars' attention was diverted, and the Immortal was far away in Jueyunjian - this is undoubtedly the weakest moment for Liyue Port."

Zhongli explained Dotore's plan bit by bit, as if he had seen it with his own eyes: "This is everything he has prepared for you, my friend."

"Mr. Zhongli...how do you know so clearly?"

Chen Tianfeng's eyes were a little stunned. After the initial anger, he quickly calmed down and suppressed the useless anger that affected his judgment. It was normal to be angry, but if he allowed himself to be affected by anger, he would have no chance of becoming the only god in his second hometown.

"My friend, don't forget that this is Liyue."

Zhongli's tone was calm, as if he was saying something that was a matter of course.

This is Liyue. He is the god of Liyue, and this is his kingdom. As long as he is willing, nothing can hide from his eyes - it's just a matter of how much energy is consumed.

Rocks are silent, but they record everything.

"Too."

Chen Tianfeng thought about it, nodded, and then asked again: "Mr. Zhongli, what are you going to do? Dotole is making trouble in Liyue, which is not only disgusting to me, but also a slap in your face! Can you tolerate it?"

"I can't stand it if it's me!"

Chen Tianfeng urged, "If he dares to release Osel to lure me today, he will dare to launch a suicide attack on me in Liyue tomorrow! My death will be a small matter, but if Liyue is polluted, it will be a big deal!"

"You don't have to be patient, young friend." Zhongli smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone, "I am going to leave this matter entirely to you, young friend."

"Leave it to me?" Chen Tianfeng raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Zhongli means...?"

"Osel will definitely attack Liyue without hesitation after he breaks free from the seal. You don't need to be polite when the time comes. Just let him help you revive. As for when and how to attack, it's up to you. I just hope you can make Liyue less affected."

"Once the fight starts, a small amount of my blood might leak out, this..."

"I'll handle it."

"Then Dotore...?"

"I'll handle it."

Zhongli's smile was still gentle and calm, but there seemed to be an illusion of anger flickering in his golden eyes.

Obviously, Dotore's plan, which could easily lead to Liyue being buried with Chen Tianfeng, made the ancient god feel uneasy for the first time in a long time.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Zhongli."

Chen Tianfeng bowed, stood up, and put his palm on the hilt of the knife. Suddenly he thought of something and turned to look at Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, I have something else I want to ask you."

"My friend, please tell me."

"Does this knife really need to be nurtured for so long?"

"Oh, you might as well take a guess."

"..."

Guess what!

This old man!

I guess he didn't want me to do it in Liyue before, and he kept watching me. As a result, he didn't notice it for a moment, and let Dotore do a big job. Then he gritted his teeth and pretended to be generous or just went with the flow, letting me do it.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that the long sword was completed that night and Dotore started the plan the next day.

Even the fact that Dotore knew that they came to Feiyunpo Night Market was most likely exposed by Lao Deng himself.

Chen Tianfeng complained in his heart but did not answer. He called the waiter to settle the bill, then left the restaurant with Zhongli and walked towards the forger's location.

The pace is leisurely, neither fast nor slow.

After a while,
Northland Bank.

"Oh, the fish is hooked."

Dotole waved his hand, asked the subordinates who came to report to leave, then stood up, took the communicator, and ordered the Fatui who were waiting in Guiliyuan to take action.

However, things seemed to be going too smoothly. Was there something that was overlooked? Dotole paused slightly, frowned, and was hesitant to issue the order.

Just then, the wind suddenly blew.

It came from the night, passed through the window, and gently blew Dotore's blue hair, as if persuading or bewitching him.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a sly chuckle in the wind.

I must have thought too much, the plan should have gone so smoothly... Dotore shook his head, no longer hesitated, and gave orders to the Fatui who had returned to the original place.

(End of this chapter)