Yuanshin: Forces come true system

In the hotel, Zhongli was standing by the window, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, looking at Muhua Mountain with a leisurely look, not worried about the next thing at all, but a homeless person, circling around the room irritably.

He looked unhappily at the leisurely Zhongli who seemed to be on vacation: "What, are you still waiting? Doesn't Lord Yanshen, who loves the people like his life, stop the doctor quickly?"

"Based on universal rationality, it should be stopped. But this matter is for the thousands of living beings in Tivat, and the choice is no longer important."

Zhong Li said so calmly, he didn't even look back, the young god's gaze was long and deep, as if he had traveled through thousands of years and landed in the ancient past.

"The so-called gods are really hypocritical." The homeless sneered, his beautiful pale brows filled with resentment.

"I'm not as magnanimous as your gods, and I can laugh at such betrayal. I feel sick when I see them. The dirty air is really disgusting."

"And that counterfeit...Although I really don't want to admit it, the creations of the gods cannot be easily imitated."

"Sooner or later, I will crush [Doctor] to ashes." The puppet boy's voice was very soft, his tone rose slightly, and there was a strong malice in his purple eyes, which was cold and terrifying, and the people who heard it couldn't help shaking a shiver.

"You'll help me, won't you?"

Zhong Li didn't respond, he turned around, looked at the homeless man with his beautiful golden eyes, warm and steady, as if he was looking at a mischievous junior, he was extremely indulgent: "I will help you."

That betrayal made the people's livelihood of Tevat withered, the vast land was silent and cold, without any sound, fish, birds, flowers, grass, people, including buildings all disappeared, and no one could survive except the gods.

Under the protection of the world tree, those weak and incomplete soul flames were preserved. After thousands of years of rest and recuperation, they were restored to their current appearance. Betrayal is like a knife inserted into the heart. Although it has been pulled out, it still remains. With an irreparable wound, the idea of ​​the gods has become paranoid and serious. In order to protect his own people, he can sacrifice everything to protect Tivat.

Knowing that they shouldn't vent their anger, they were also bewitched by the sword, but they still couldn't restrain themselves, couldn't restrain the chill and killing intent from the bottom of their hearts.

Hard rock is the most unchangeable existence, once a notch is left, it will be remembered forever.

Lu Ming, who wrote the script by himself, closed his eyes slightly, imagining how the real Zhongli would react.

After a while, Zhong Li raised his eyes and stared at the homeless man, his eyes were clear and gentle.

Zhongli will not hesitate to protect any person who raises Vat, and will also consider whether he should take action when facing people in this world. He still loves human beings, but his love has choices, and he has been given up. party.

Under such sight, the homeless man squinted his eyes slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if you are a god, you must recognize your own belonging.

***

The mountain collapsed suddenly, smoke and dust poured crazily towards the foot of the mountain, countless stones fell from the sky, and raindrops fell on the houses, roads, and pedestrians, all of a sudden, wailing everywhere.

"What happened!" Yang Hui heard the movement and ran out to check the situation. He stared at Muhua Mountain not far away, with a surprised expression on his face.

The mountain seemed to be cut off with a single knife, even the cross section was extraordinarily smooth, and the purple cloud shrouded the entire mountain, covering... the tall machine that slowly stood up from the mountain.

The whole body of the machine, which can be called a mech, is purple. Even if it is far away, you can still feel the suffocating aura that is about to come.

Even people who don't like to watch current affairs know that this cannot be done by current technology, so why does it appear in the mountain?

"Ah...help...!" Painful groans brought Yang Hui back to his thoughts. He hurriedly dragged the people who were close to him back to the hotel to get medicine. up.

The handsome young man lowered his eyes and looked at the ragged and injured people all over the floor. There seemed to be no emotion in his beautiful golden pupils. He stood on a high place and looked down at everyone. For a moment, Yang Hui felt that he seemed to be... I saw the gods.

A gentle, but pretending to be indifferent god.

But the homeless man next to the young man just stared straight at the mecha on Muhua Mountain, and didn't give them any mercy.

Seeing that the two were about to go out, Yang Hui hurriedly said, frowning, his eyes full of disapproval: "Sir, it's still very dangerous outside, it's best not to go out, I've already called the police, trust the police..."

Before Yang Hui could finish speaking, Zhong Li passed him by. Yang Hui stopped talking abruptly, and turned around in a daze to look at Zhong Li who was walking to the door.

Zhong Li tilted his head slightly: "Thank you for reminding me."

The homeless who had already left the hotel door folded his arms, stood still in the wind and the clods, and even urged Zhongli to leave.

They walked far away, but the wind still sent the young wanderer's words into Yang Hui's ears.

"Is this counterfeit worthy of being called a god? The doctor's craftsmanship has really regressed too much."

Counterfeit... goods?

Yang Hui looked at the mecha in the distance in a daze, and then at the wanderer in the form of a boy who had gone away.

If the wanderer's claim that the mecha is a fake is true, it means that someone in the mech is manipulating it, and he looks exactly like the wanderer.

After leaving the small town, Zhongli paused in his steps forward, and a little thought flashed in his eyes.

After a long while, the young god raised his hand, and the golden light overflowed from his palm. It was gentle and tenacious, and it formed a golden shield over the small town, keeping the heavy sand and stones out.

The homeless raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You are kind enough to save these white-eyed wolves."

"Gods love the world. You, who once became a demon god, should know this most clearly." Zhong Li turned his hands away and walked forward, his voice flat.

Because the gods love the world, Zhongli will save the world.

But when this major premise becomes the balance, there is a tilt.

I love humans, but I love Teyvat even more.