Genshin Impact: Liyue Storyteller, only tells sweet stories

Pure land.

When Raiden Shogun opened his eyes.

Lei Ying's eyes also slowly raised.

"What is this...?"

There was a hint of doubt in Shadow's eyes.

Then, as the light curtain continued to change, she gradually saw the picture clearly.

"Here it is... Liyue?"

"Morax's Realm?"

Looking at the street scenes in the picture, Ying's face was a little more surprised.

Then he saw the general draw his sword and slash at the curtain of light.

"Actually... Can't it be destroyed..."

The shadow was slightly stunned, and a little surprise appeared in his eyes.

Then, she bowed her head slightly, her face thoughtful.

"Is it a creation of Morax..."

"Probably not..."

"If his creation bears the general's sword, it is impossible not to leave a trace..."

Shadow slowly raised her eyes again, looking at the curtain of light.

Indestructible and leaves no trace...

Perhaps the general's guess was right.

This may be the eternal thing.

It's just such a magical object, whose handiwork is it?

Lei Yingying was puzzled in his heart, and then squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the boy on the screen.

"Is that the boy...?"

No one responded.

Only the sound came from the screen, which became clearer and clearer.

......

Sumeru.

Jingshan Palace.

It is a grand and secluded palace.

It is also a prison for the gods.

The god of this kingdom, Nahida, was imprisoned here.

She has been in solitary confinement for 500 years.

She didn't know how long she was going to be here.

She just lived day after day, alone, reflecting on her weakness.

Because I'm too weak, I'm "protected" by people, isn't it...

Nahida was eager to see the outside world.

But she knew that she didn't have that qualification until she became a qualified god.

Until that day comes, only people's dreams will make her feel less lonely.

yes, she's so lonely.

So much so that in the long years ...

Loneliness became her only companion.

The reason for all this is because she is too weak.

Nahida reflected, repenting.

This kind of self-reflection, day after day, cycle after cycle, seems to have no end.

That's when it happened.

A ball of light lit up in front of her.

Nahida opened her eyes faintly.

"This is..."

Little Lori held her hand, a trace of nervousness and curiosity appeared on her face.

In the 500 years of Jingshan Palace, nothing has changed.

And with the arrival of the light cluster, this magnificent and dead palace finally has a trace of life.

The light cluster is constantly changing.

Nahida's eyes were wide open, unblinking, staring at the light.

Bizarre street scenes, unfamiliar faces...

A teenager with a bright smile.

"Here it is... Where~.?"

"This kid... Are they my people?"

Nahida stared intently at the light curtain.

Sometimes there is curiosity in his eyes, sometimes doubts flash.

But more than that, there is rejoicing.

This is the only change in this dead palace for hundreds of years.

Nahida didn't want to miss out on the change.

I don't want to miss this hint of anger.

Little Lori held her hands tightly, her eyes shining slightly.

You can't bear to miss a single detail on the screen.

......

Mondstadt.

The central main square.

Above the statue of the high gods.

A "beautiful" figure is sitting in the hands of the statue, looking into the distance.

His name is Wendy.

Also known as Barbatos.

He is the god of this kingdom.

Aeolus.

At this time, Wendy was looking at the wind in the distance, and there was a faint sadness in her eyes.

The tall and dense tree always reminded him of many past events.

The boy who confronted the tyrant...

The people who sacrificed for their freedom...

Those adventurers who are guided by the wind...

Wendy remembered the names of each of them.

With more names comes more memories.

Wendy always likes to sit in "his" hands on afternoons like this, reminiscing about those stories.

Only the afternoon sunshine and late-night wine are worthy of these heavy stories.

can suppress the emotions in his heart.

The boy looked quietly into the distance.

The wind is also soft.

That's when it happened.

A ball of light lit up in front of him.

Wendy was slightly stunned.

The light is constantly changing.

The picture and sound are also constantly clear.

"Here it is... Liyue?"

Wendy was a little surprised.

He didn't care where the light curtain in front of him came from.

He didn't care about a lot of things.

Looking at the magical light curtain in front of him, he just felt curious. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"This teenager... Who is it?"

"What are they doing?"

Wendy was intrigued.

He was a bard, and of course he was curious about these new things.

"Fan... Wood...... Ah, I remember!"

Wendy's face was overjoyed.

He remembered that Liyue had a traditional activity called storytelling.

Those storytellers, like the bards themselves, tell stories.

It's just that the bard is telling everywhere.

The storyteller is in a fixed place.

At the thought of "story", Wendy couldn't help but get excited.

He loves to tell stories and he loves to listen to people's stories.

Even more than drinking.

Wendy smiled, then straightened her seat, and looked at the light curtain.

There was a deep anticipation on his face.

......

Teahouse.

The guests who had been restless before were all quiet at this time.

It's not just because of waiting for the teenager to speak.

It is also because of the existence of the Millelith Army.

Because there were so many people at the scene, the military sent a large number of soldiers to the scene to help maintain order.

It's just that, looking at the eyes of those Millelith Army, it doesn't look like they're here to be on duty.

Instead, it seems to be here to cheer.

The scene, which was originally thousands of people, suddenly became more crowded because of the arrival of the Millelith Army.

More people rushed to hear it.

In this short period of time, the number of people on the scene has exceeded 2,000.

It's really a piece of black pressing.

Looking at the past, there are human heads.

It's crowded, but it's not noisy.

On the contrary, it is extraordinarily quiet.

All the people were waiting for the boy to speak.

The projection screen has been delivered.

Feeling everyone's gaze, Bai An no longer hesitated.

"Smack!"

The startled wood slammed on the table.

"So-and-so, the surname is Bai Mingan. "

"Today, I will tell you a story. "

Bai An smiled and arched his hand downward.

"Ah!!Brother Bai An!!Look at me, look at me, I grew up listening to your stories!!"

"Woo woo! Little white brother is so handsome and temperamental, I really want to rub him!!"

"Little Brother Bai An! Come on, our whole family is here to cheer you on today!!"

There was a surge of emotion in the audience.

The jubilant posture almost lifted the roof of the teahouse.

"Little brother, what story are you going to tell today?!"

"Is it the story of the immortals? I like to hear the stories of the immortals!!"

"Or is it the story of the Millelith Army's fight against disasters?

The guests in the audience looked at each other and asked with a twitter.

Bai An smiled lightly.

"Today, tell a story from Mondstadt. "

Hearing the word "Mondstadt", everyone fell silent and looked at each other.

There was a little surprise on his face.

The stories Bai An told before were all related to Liyue, but how did he jump to Mondstadt this time?

"Isn't Mondstadt our neighbor?"

"yes, but... What's the story there? Isn't that a very loose country?"

"I've been to Mondstadt once, and the people there are all hanging out of their heads, and they don't look like they're in good spirits..."

"I heard that their Lord Fengshen never shows up, and he doesn't care about his own people at all..."

"What good story can a country like that have?"

The guests in the audience exchanged their heads and ears, and many people's expressions were a little lost.

But the vast majority of people still maintain high emotions.

They're all here to hear stories.

No matter where (Qian Qian Zhao) is the story, as long as it is a good story, it is worth listening.

"Little brother, is this story also very tear-jerking?"

This time, the fireworks set the highest table.

At this time, she unconsciously pulled up the corners of her clothes, and her brows pressed heavily on her eyes.

Before the story even began, she was already in the mood.

"This time, it's a very tender story. "

Bai An smiled lightly, revealing two good-looking pear vortices.

"Huh~~, okay, good brother, let's start quickly!!"

Fireworks breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, her brows instantly relaxed, and she urged with a smile.

"Yes, yes, little brother, let's get started!!I can't wait!!"

The guests in the audience also urged with excitement on their faces.

"Then I will tell you this tender story today. "

Bai An smiled, and the folding fan in his hand slowly unfolded.

"Little brother, does this story have a word card? What is it called?!!

A guest shouted.

Bai An's gaze swept over everyone's faces.

Gentle as the breeze.

It's quiet all around.

Falling needles can be heard tigers.

In this watchful eye, in the ultimate quiet.

The boy's voice sounded slowly.

"This story, called..."

"If you are trapped in a windless land. "。