Genshin Impact: The Great Evil Dragon’s Death System

Nilu's eyes were bright as she looked at Jing Fantian's dusty outfit carefully.

"Lord Dragon King, these clothes really look like Lord Red King's clothes!"

Nilu had never seen the Red King, and all the records about the Red King were incomplete. Only a few legends gave her the impression of a lonely king in the desert.

He stood in the red sand, looking at the passing desert flowers, with a sad expression that made his people feel sad.

Jing Fantian smiled: "In the future, I will be the Red King, you will be the Flower God, and we will recreate the myth."

Nilu smiled and said seriously: "I don't want to be the God of Flowers and make the Dragon King sad for the rest of his life."

Jing Fantian was stunned.

Nilu learned about the legend of the Three Kings of Sumeru from Jing Brahma. In the end, the Red King built an "eternal oasis" for the Flower God, letting him sleep in it, leaving a beautiful tragedy.

Unexpectedly, Nilu recalled the tragedy of the Flower God. Although she admired the Flower God, she was even more saddened by the Red King.

How lonely would it be for such a lonely king to lose the person he loves most? Just like the wind and sand in the desert, it will never calm down.

Zubair said loudly with a microphone at the front desk: "Due to various reasons, the originally scheduled performance has been postponed to the next one. Our performer this time will be - Nilu!"

The people who came to Zubair's theater were all those who bought theater tickets and paid. They thought that Zubair's appearance would cause the next performance to be suspended.

Everyone has heard something similar to what he said. Because of something, something, we had to stop the next performance.

Everyone was about to shout "Zinima" at the top of their lungs. When they were refunding the money, they suddenly heard that the performer was Nilu, and the crowd immediately became excited.

"Great, it's Nelu."

"I didn't come here in vain today, I actually got to see Nilu dancing."

"Boss Zubair has a conscience."

The signature of Zubair Theater is Nilu, and Zubair also knows the principles of hunger marketing, so he only invites Nilu to perform on weekends or when grand events begin.

After all, everyone will get annoyed if they see the same thing too much, even the person next to them.

Ever since Nilu was branded as a good friend of the Brahma Dragon King and suspected to be his favorite girl, more Sumeru people wanted to see Nilu.

Whether it is the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries of Xumi City or people from all walks of life, they all want to see Nilu's beautiful dance. They want to see how amazing this most beautiful girl in Xumi City is. The Little Dragon King was so obsessed that he was dying.

The more limelight Jing Fantian gets outside, the more people come to see Nilu. Everyone hopes that Nilu can completely capture the heart of the little dragon king and let the dragon torment Xumi City.

Before Zubair finished speaking, he paused and said: "And Nilu's latest partner, His Highness Brahma, they will bring us the "Flower of Red Sand". "

"..."

The Zubair Theater was silent for a moment, and the noisy atmosphere of hundreds of people just now was extinguished, simply because the majesty Jing Brahma brought to the Sumeru people was too great.

The scene when he led the dragon lizard troops to the city is still vivid in his mind. At that time, Xumi was directly stripped of the fig leaf of his wisdom by him, and was extremely weak, which indirectly led Azar to start crazy plans.

"Go quickly!!"

"Yes, yes! Stop looking, the tyrant is coming to Xumi City. My whole family is here, and I don't want to be blamed!"

"Why did this dragon come back from Winter Solstice? Wasn't he torturing the Winter Solstice people in Far East City?"

Some people who were afraid of Jing Fantian got up and fled because Jing Fantian put huge pressure on people while Azar was still there.

At that time, Xumi was very afraid. Jing Fantian led the dragon army to break through the defense line of Huacheng, occupied Xumi City, and captured them to dig in the layered rock abyss.

The Imperial Academy was under high pressure, and all kinds of terrifying rumors about Jing Brahma were made out of nothing.

Some people say that Jing Fantian feeds a dozen children at a time and eats up the whole elementary school in one month.

Others say that Jing Fantian likes to eat human kidneys, and the miners who were deceived into the Rock Abyss had their kidneys eaten and made into Jing Fantian's food.

Others say that the soap used by Jing Fantian to bathe is made of human fat, and the blanket used to make his bed is made of human hair...

Anyway, among the seven kingdoms, the Xumi people are most afraid of Jing Brahma. They are close to him and have been attacked and squeezed by him. The uninformed people have believed the rumors.

Everyone ran away in panic.

Then a majestic voice appeared: "Who dares to run away today? I will kill his whole family tomorrow!"

Suddenly, the audience's footsteps stopped and they were all frightened.

There will be registration when you enter the theater to buy tickets, so if someone really wants to find them, they can be found in an instant.

The audience at the Zubair Theater stood stiffly in the stands, looking at the stage with stiff smiles, pretending to look forward to Jing Brahma and Nelu's "Flower of Red Sand".

The troupe began to play a magnificent piece of music, which had an epic feel, as if the audience could see the rise and fall of the desert dynasty in the distant ancient times.

That great empire, that great King of Red Sand, that legendary epic.

A red-haired girl wearing an aqua-blue flower god's dress appeared, as pure as a clear spring, calming the shocked spirits of the audience.

Then a young man wearing desert-like clothing, similar to that of a priest, appeared. He was as immortal as a god, unattainable, like a piece of red sand spreading across all realms.

He is the king of the desert, the great lord of the Great Red Sand Sea, and the demon god Amon.

Many of the Red Prince citizens who came here to watch the dance were shocked. Some of them were members of the Gilded Brigade, some were members of the Blazing Hunting Beast, and some were desert people who left their hometowns and came to Xumi City to seek a living.

Jing Fantian's temperament is so similar to that of the Red King. Only a person who is so handsome, holds such a high position, and writes such legendary epics can recreate the heyday of the demon god Amon.

Disiya looked at Jing Fantian's Red King costume in shock. It was indeed a bit ironic that the people of the Red King didn't know what the Red King looked like.

The legend of the Red King spreads in the ancient desert. According to legend, he is a god descended from the sky, the king of the red earth, and a great monarch who stands on the throne.

No one can interpret the king's brilliance when he ruled the Great Red Sand Sea, but the handsome Jing Brahma made Disiya feel a little confused. Maybe the Red King is just like Jing Brahma.

It would be perfect if the other party copied less of the Nine Clans and was kinder to the people.

The music of "Flower of Red Sand" continued to play, and Nilu's eye of the water elemental god glowed with brilliance. A layer of elemental water condensed on Nilu's body, and she danced with the water.

She played the role of the Goddess of Flowers as the leader, with Jing Fantian as the assistant, and started dancing along with Nilu's movements.

Jing Fantian is proficient in various arts, such as painting, dancing, singing, composing, playing the pipe... he has learned all kinds of arts.

In the Layer Rock Abyss, Keqing provided him with many teachers. Those people only taught for one day and then left with great shock. Long's talent was unmatched by humans.

But only Jing Fantian, who is studying, is the most afraid. He has suffered the consequences of his previous life. His education is too high and his life is too painful. Like Kong Yiji, he cannot bend.

So be pure in this life, suppress culture, smoke only e-cigarettes.