Genshin Impact: The Great Evil Dragon’s Death System

A brown figure walked out of the unknown house, his robes fluttering and his sleeves swaying slightly.

Her long brown hair reaches her waist, and her pair of gold-plated phoenix eyes are like a fairy.

His mere appearance easily suppressed Jing Fantian's towering pressure from the Dragon King, and loosened the boulder hanging from Bai Zhu's heart.

The only one who can suppress His Highness is the legendary ancestor of all immortals, Emperor Yanwang.

If the Emperor Yanwang is transformed into an immortal, Bai Zhu doesn't know if the immortals in Liyue Port can resist Jing Fantian's power as the Dragon King.

Zhongli hadn't seen Jing Fantian for several months, and he could vaguely see that his face had become more mature.

But the things he does are still out of tune, and he will never mature.

When he came this time, he already looked remorseful and eager to know Mandrill's condition, which gave Zhongli some comfort. This guy would also blame himself.

Jing Fantian walked up and knelt under Zhongli, with his breasts exposed and a thorn stick on his back.

He held the thorn in his hand and apologized: "Father, it's all my fault. I insisted on going on the Northern Expedition to the winter, which put Mandrill in a desperate situation, causing him to be entangled in karma and fall into the devil's path."

"Everything is my fault, Dad, just beat me to death!"

The immortals looked pleased. This guy could actually admit his mistakes on his own initiative. He seemed to have grown a lot.

Zhiming Zhenjun has a lot of change in his view of Jing Fantian. This attitude of taking the blame and blaming himself is very good, and it is not something that ordinary people can do by putting down their face.

What's more, he is an extremely proud dragon.

Most of those rumors were rumors. How could Ruotuo, a gentle dragon, have such a beastly son?

Zhongli smiled and said, "Brahma, I'm very pleased that you can take the initiative to plead guilty, but Mandrill is not hopeless. There is still a glimmer of hope. If the original wind can be found, Mandrill may be able to awaken his demonic possession."

Jing Fantian was pleasantly surprised, stood up, and let go of the burden on his body.

"Dad, take me to see the mandrill quickly."

In the Bu Lu, a golden jade barrier imprisoned a green-haired boy wearing a Nuo mask.

The other party's chest was exposed, and various sealing runes were condensed on his body, like tattoos of hell Rakshasa.

Within the emperor's barrier, streaks of black demonic energy crisscrossed the area, like ghostly shadows. Mortals who got close would fall into nightmares and be tortured.

Mandrill lay motionless on the hospital bed, not knowing whether to live or die.

A cry and howl sounded in Bubu Lu. It was heartbreaking, like a heavy rain at night, and like a sharp arrow, making people feel endless sadness and pain.

"(┳Д┳), my mandrill! You died so miserably!"

"I worked so hard in the deep valley in the rock to give you the Cinnabar Record of the Past, a 280-point holy relic!"

"I took off Hu Tao's Huma Staff, just to take good care of you!"

"I didn't expect the black-haired person to send the green-haired person. Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Why do you treat my mandrill like this?"

"Mandrill!"

Jing Fantian was wrapped in mourning cloth, took out a small brazier in front of the sealing mandrill, put yellow paper in it and burned it.

Weeping so hard that a ghost wails and a wolf howls, like a strong wind raging and a torrential rain pouring down.

He didn't cry so hard even though his little guarantee was crooked; he scored 200 points in the college entrance examination, and everyone told him that he was going to mail it in and start school again; he didn't shed so many tears when his wife ran away with someone.

This is the ultimate pain mask!

"..."

"The resentment from Zhongli, +100 talent points."

"The resentment from Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng, +100 talent points."

"From immortality..."

Changsheng tried his best to crawl into Qiqi's body to avoid the noise. She was a snake that was extremely sensitive to vibrations.

Xin Yan once performed an impromptu performance in Bubulu to thank Baizhu for her treatment. Changsheng fainted immediately after hearing it and almost sent her away.

At the moment, Jing Fantian's cries and howls are as noisy as Xin Yan's abstract rock music.

Zhenjun Zhiming was silent for a moment and looked at his daughter.

Yan Fei folded her hands and shook her head. She glanced at her father who had returned from traveling around the world, spread his hands, and said that the previous pleas for apology were all fake, and that Jing Fantian was just such a dragon who didn't do anything serious.

When Jing Fantian was in a mood to cry, he took out the white linen paper from the Rock Dragon Cave, bit off his fingers and wrote a message of condolence directly. He cried and recited it while writing, adding to the sad atmosphere.

"Essence of Sacrifice to Mandrill Eleven Lang".

"On the three days of the year, month and day, when Brahma hears of your mourning, he will be able to express his sincerity and mourn for you. He will lay a memorial ceremony for you in shame at the great abyss of rocks far away, and tell the spirit of your mandrill treasure.

"Wuhu, I am a young child. Born by my mother and abandoned by my father, I cannot avenge my mother. My ghost father suppressed my mother on the mountain and pushed me into the abyss. What a pity, human relations are unacceptable, and the laws of nature cannot tolerate it..."

"Fortunately, I have been taken care of by Mandrill, who is by my side, and will accompany me on the expedition. We will send troops to the winter capital to annihilate the Bo thieves..."

"Your last year's book said: Diseases caused by karma are often serious. I said: This disease is also caused by Yaksha Dharma protector. I didn't think it was a worry at first. Wuhu, how could he die because of this? Is there any other disease? How extreme is it?"

……

"Wuhu! I don't know the time of your illness, I don't know the date of your death, we can't support each other when we are alive, we can't live together, and I can't care for you after you die, so I can express my sorrow, Wuhu!"

……

"Wuhu, if you say there is a limit but the love will never end, is it wrong for you to know? Is it wrong for you not to know? How sad is Wuhu! Shangxi (xiǎng)!"

Jing Fantian cried blood every word, and every sentence was like a needle. Those who saw it shed tears, those who listened mourned, and everyone wanted to hit someone.

"The resentment from Zhongli, +100 talent points."

"The resentment from Gan Yu..."

Jing Fantian was still motionless when he saw the mandrill. He was puzzled. He hadn't recovered from this. Did he need black people to carry the coffin or dance on the grave?

He continued to work and cried loudly: "Wuhu——"

Zhenjun Liuyun Jiefeng finally couldn't help but take action. He grabbed Jing Fantian's face with one hand and used the simplest method to stop the noise and control the noise at the source. He was worthy of being an immortal in science and engineering.

"(╬￣Van￣) Cry! Cry! Cry!"

"The Great Sage of Conquering Demons is not dead yet! Why are you crying? If you cry again I will tear your mouth to pieces."

Jing Fantian quickly begged for mercy:

"▄█?█● True Lord! I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore!"

At this time, Changsheng got on top of Jing Fantian's "The Eleventh Mandarin Sacrifice", stretched out the snake letter and licked the dragon's blood fiercely.

The blood of the Dragon King is a great supplement! Can boost biochemical dragons.

This little idiot doesn't value his dragon blood at all and wastes it at will.

If you don’t cherish it, let me help you cherish it!

When Jing Fantian saw Changsheng ruining his memorial, he was furious: "Smelly snake, I took so much trouble to write the memorial! It's settling! A snake has ruined my longing for Mandrill!"

Changsheng swallowed Jing Fantian's dragon blood vigorously, and while swallowing, he said to Jing Fantian matter-of-factly: "Does that matter? Baizhu and I have worked so hard to save Mandrill, and I will swallow a little bit of your wasted blood. Just howl, you stingy dragon."

"Smelly snake——"

The noise made Zhongli a little annoyed, so he whispered softly: "Stop!"

Suddenly all the roaring sounds stopped and turned into thin flowing water.

Jing Fantian didn't talk about Changsheng destroying his memorial. With Zhongli here, he could prepare the snake properly another day.

He calmed down and looked at Mandrill sealed in the barrier. He was still alive and not dead.

Because of the demon's murderous intent, he would kill everyone around him if he refused to recognize his relatives, so Zhongli suppressed the other party inside, and used a formation to seal Mandrill's consciousness.

Zhenyue Zhuyang Zhenjun said sadly: "Actually, the Great Sage of Conquering Demons woke up once during the process, and realized that he was powerless and prepared to imitate General Fire Rat and kill himself. Fortunately, the Emperor was waiting by his side to prevent the Great Sage of Conquering Demons from succeeding."

The immortals felt sad. In ancient times, each of the five immortals and yakshas under the emperor had a bad ending.

Fire Yaksha and Fire Rat General Ying met his karma and went crazy and committed suicide.

General Yanasha Heart Ape became possessed by anger, and General Suiyaksha Rasenaki killed each other, and both fell.

Lei Yaksha Tengshe Taiyuan Fushe has disappeared. It is not known whether he is dead or alive, but he seems to have no news, so I am afraid he is no longer there.

The remaining generals of Feng Yaksha and Jin Peng, Mandrill, have been entangled in karma for thousands of years, and it is only a matter of time before they finally become demons and fall into the demonic body.

The fight with the Doctor only speeds up this time!

Zhong Li shook his head and sighed: "The Yaksha clan was born and died in the killing. Is Jinpeng also at its last moment?"

The five yakshas are all Zhongli's confidants, and among them, Iwayaksha Minu often makes clothes for Zhongli.

Shuiyaksha Vanan liked to give him some precious pearls from the sea.

Fire Yasha Fire Rat is mischievous and often does some pranks to make him happy.

Lei Yaksha Fushe liked to write and often asked him to comment on his handwriting.

The last Feng Yaksha was loyal and fulfilled his duty as a god to protect the living beings.

Each one of them was Zhongli's beloved general, and the death of each one brought Zhongli infinite sadness and heavy wear and tear.

He is not omnipotent, and he cannot change too many tragedies.

Gods are just human beings with the power of gods. Even those who descend from the sky will fall and their bones will be made into the hearts of gods. What about the gods on the earth?

Jing Fantian seemed to sense Zhongli's wear and tear, and comforted him: "Dad! Don't be sad. There are no ups and downs in this world that you can't overcome. You will understand when you reach my age."

"The resentment from Zhongli, +100 talent points."

Zhongli glared at Jing Fantian.

Jing Fantian put down his hand on the other person's back in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Don't worry, isn't there still a glimmer of hope?"

Zhong Li looked at the other party and said, "My old friend Fengshen once saved a mandrill with the sound of his flute. Based on this, I judged that Fengshen's wind has the ability to expel mandrills' karma."

"But Barbatos fell into a deep sleep 500 years ago after defeating the Demon Dragon Dulin with Tevalin, the Dragon of Wind, to recuperate his divine body. Without the voice of the people, he would not wake up."

"Because he is the wind of change, and he only wakes up when there is great upheaval in Mondstadt."

Jing Fantian's eyes lit up, he looked into Zhongli's eyes and said, "You said that if there is huge turmoil in Mondstadt, the Wind God will be awakened?"

"Ding!"

"One of the missions of the Golden Winged Roc Chapter is triggered: Mein Kampf."

"Toss Mondstadt and awaken the God of Wind."