Genshin Impact, I, Aradaki Ichito, don’t want to be a funny guy!

Ichito Arataki sneered at the antics of the stragglers as they continued to struggle on the rocks.

This inevitably reminded him of the previous fight with Miyu Chiyo at Yingxiang Mountain. At that time, he had personally stepped his ancestor into the rock and looked at that crazy look.

[Yidou, is it my illusion? Why do I feel like you are thinking about something very intrusive? ]

In his heart, Ichito Arata recalled the doubtful voice of Chiyo Miyagi.

Arata Ichito quickly replied in his mind, "No, no, that must be an illusion. You may have lost too much money playing cards recently, and you are out of your mind."

The inner world...

Miyu Chiyo scratched his head in confusion.

"Is that right?"

"Chiyo, are you still going to fight?" Sasayuri's urging voice sounded from the side.

"Okay! Here I come."

Miyu Chiyo put his thoughts aside and returned to the gambling table, starting a new round of battle.

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“Drink…drink…cough cough.”

The stragglers were huddled in the rocks, their bodies dripping with blood, their eyes bulging out as if they were about to pop out.

Swish!

At this moment, a blood-red light suddenly appeared and then disappeared.

boom……

With a slight sound, the soldier's right arm was cut off and fell on the grass.

The soldier pursed his lips, which turned pale. He no longer had the energy to shout.

Arata Ichito retracted his knife, reached out to grab his neck, pulled him out of the stone, and lifted him into the air.

He said with a playful smile, "What? Who is the bug? Do you want to hit him in the face?"

It must be said that he is really petty. He will remember the trash talk you say at the beginning of the battle and will continue to provoke you crazily after the battle.

"move slowly……"

The skirmisher grunted, and then there was no movement.

Arata Ichito's smile became more and more presumptuous. "Don't be shy. Come on, make a loser's declaration, or say some arrogant loser words? Let it maintain your humble dignity."

Sanbing's eyes were so sinister that he seemed to want to eat Aradaki Ichito alive. If looks could kill, Aradaki Ichito would definitely be cut into pieces and become Shang Yang.

"Pooh!"

When the scattered soldier saw Arata Ichito's smiling face approaching, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

"Hey~ I'm hiding!"

Arata Ichito just turned his head and dodged.

He looked back at the scattered soldiers, his tone full of gloating and sarcasm, "Hey, even if you sprayed me just now, so what? I won't lose a piece of meat. The way you looked just now really fits your image of a loser."

"I have a suggestion. How about you acknowledge me as your godfather? I might let you go."

Gross stared blankly at Arawaki Ichido, who was constantly provoking and scheming in front of the scattered soldiers, and felt that the majestic image of his adoptive father in his mind was shattered.

If Aratake Ichito knew about this, he would probably be very surprised and say, "I still have a majestic image?"

The scattered soldier's face flushed with anger. He said in a low voice, "You can kill or chop them up, it's up to you! Killing is not enough. Even in the past, I could kill them with just one blow. Do you think it's fun to humiliate me like this now?!"

Arata Ichito nodded as a matter of course, "Yeah, I find it very interesting to see you like this."

"puff!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the soldier felt extremely angry. A salty and fishy feeling came out of his mouth. He actually spat out a mouthful of blood, turning the grass beside him red.

Arata Ichito was immediately shocked and said, "Could this be the legendary... vomiting three liters of blood?"

But he immediately denied it, "No, no, he just sprayed it on the grass, you can't tell how high it is."

Thinking of this, Aratake Ichito couldn't help but look at Sanbing with anticipation, and said sincerely, "Well, can you spit blood again? The kind that goes up to the sky?"

The soldier felt black in front of his eyes and his lungs seemed to be blocked, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just as the blood reached his throat, Sanbing's face suddenly turned grim, and he swallowed it back with a "gulp".

In the face of such naked insult, he would rather die than let him get what he wanted.

Seeing Sanbing's operation, Arawaki Ichito couldn't help but applaud, "Awesome, awesome! I've heard of vomiting three liters of blood, but I've never heard of swallowing three feet of blood. Today really broadens my horizons."

"Godfather, you better hurry up."

Gross walked over and couldn't help but say to Arata Ichito.

Arata Ichito turned his head, looking puzzled, "Huh? Why? I haven't had enough fun yet."

Gross didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Let him go, godfather. If you keep playing around, he'll be broken into pieces."

Returning to the scattered soldier, his body was trembling, his only remaining left arm tightly grasping the grass beside him, his eyes contained emotions such as relief, sadness, regret, and even despair.

In response, Aratake Ichito turned a blind eye and said, "I think he's fine. Besides, what does it have to do with me if he breaks?"

At this point, Gross could only shrug helplessly. He had already shown his kindness by persuading Arawaki Ichito to take action earlier. He had done the most he could.

If he didn't listen, what could he do? Would he go after his adoptive father who had done him a favor just because of a stragglers who had a grudge against him?

Are you kidding me? !

Gross is now standing there, waiting for Arata Ichito.

Arata Ichito was still challenging him, "What's wrong? Our Master Qiqizhe, I remember you still have that thing... oh, right! The Thunder Dog Thief's token, right? Why don't you use it? Oh, that's right, this thing didn't work 500 years ago, and it won't work now either."

"By the way, can you tell me about your life in winter? I remember that you all had to wear coats in that kind of weather. Does your coat have a hood? You wore it during meetings, like a big-headed doll."

Facing Araki Ichito's endless chattering, Sanbing's eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any luster, and he just stared blankly at the sky.

"Just kill me..." The voice of the scattered soldier sounded.

Arata Ichito was stunned for a moment, then tilted his ear, "Ah? What did you say?"

"Just kill me..." the soldier repeated.

Finally, Sanbing couldn't bear it anymore and was beaten to a pulp by Huang Long Yidou. However, as the saying goes, misfortunes often bring blessings, his character is almost detached and he looks at the world indifferently.

To put it in plain words, he is so stupid that he is criticized so much.

Now he feels that nothing matters anymore.

What is the Heart of God...

What is becoming a god...

What is the third betrayal...

It doesn't matter anymore.

Of course, the current mentality of the scattered soldiers is only a temporary break in defense, and they will return to normal after a while, but no one will give them time now.

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Tsk, suddenly I feel like I’m such a wimp!

I want to write action scenes, but my writing skills just can't improve. I still love writing this kind of stuff, I can only say that I am a bad writer.

I still don’t want to write about my daily life. It’s too plain and it’s easy for people to misunderstand that it’s just a waste of words.

The content of Xiao Palace can only be considered as the beginning. I will try my best to write it. I am really not suitable for writing emotional dramas!