Genshin Impact: Starting with Jingyuan Character Card

"Ms. Yunli has entered the fate of karma. So, my loss is not unfair..."

Yan Qing smiled bitterly and scratched his messy hair, his heart full of bitterness.

【Cause and Effect】's fate, I suddenly feel a little envious of that guy. If I could also master the power of this fate, then would I...

Thinking of this, a look of obsession flashed across Yan Qing's face, but soon, he shook his head vigorously to get rid of these sudden thoughts.

"Master, I—cough cough!"

Yan Qing stood up and was about to say something, but this very movement seemed to accidentally touch his wound.

'hiss--! '

A heart-wrenching pain came from Yan Qing's chest. Feeling the pain in his chest, Yan Qing lifted the clothes on his chest with some effort.

Without the obstruction of clothing, Yan Qing could easily see his injuries. To be more precise, he saw the small footprint on his chest.

Because the girl didn't like wearing shoes on weekdays, the print on Yan Qing's chest was a complete footprint, not a shoe print.

Five toes and an arch of the foot were vividly carved on Yan Qing's chest.

"Hahaha……!"

The young man did not avoid his master in his actions, so the small footprint naturally caught Jing Yuan's eyes. Suddenly, the General Shen Ce, who usually behaved in an unconventional way, couldn't help laughing.

Just imagine, a handsome young man is looking at the footprints on his chest with a distressed look on his face. What kind of scene is this?

"Master, stop laughing! This is not funny at all!" Yan Qing's face flushed, he put his clothes in order, and shouted at his master with a frown.

“Hahaha! S-Sorry, this is indeed a bit…hahaha!”

Yan Qing: "…"

The angry Qingyan simply ignored his master, stood up resolutely, and walked out of the martial arts arena while enduring the pain.

"Hey? Yanqing, it's Master's fault, please wait for Master!"

..............................

Pinocchio, the real-life daydream hotel...

The door of Huang Quan's room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a woman dressed in purple and black clothes and a lavender veil on her head walked in slowly.

"That guy is not here. It seems I came at the right time."

Looking at the empty room in front of her, the woman's lips curled into a smile, and her eyes looked around Huang Quan's room carefully.

"Unexpectedly simple. These guest rooms in reality are completely different from those in the dream. Or is it that Miss Huang Quan is unexpectedly simple?"

Thinking like this, the woman's eyes wandered around the room, and finally, in a very remote corner, she found what she wanted to find.

It was an antique music box, made of gold and brown. The base was made of brown copper, and the chords were made of golden vertical pipes.

"It's easy to get. This music box should be the invitation letter that the crazy people of the 'Extinction Gang' received, right? Oh, I really don't understand why the family sent an invitation letter to the code guy."

The woman shook her head slightly, then gently touched the chords of the music box with her fingers, feeling the power hidden in them, and she murmured to herself.

"I hope we can get some useful information from it. The means of [memory] will be enough to make the dead speak."

"The guys from the Annihilation Gang have not been heard from since they met you. Let me see what happened when you met them..."

At this point, a mysterious force of destiny burst out from the woman's body and slowly seeped into the music box in her hand.

Guided by the power of destiny, the "memories" hidden in the music box emerged one after another like mushrooms after a spring rain, and were easily captured and read by the woman.

"Twelve scales... Twelve dreams... I offer them to you..."

"...well done...no matter where they flee...annihilation will visit them eventually..."

"Is this voice... Is this the voice of the fire demon? Is the other one his offspring? No, the voice is still a little unclear. It is impossible to get any useful information from such a vague voice."

The woman murmured to herself, and a wave of destiny flashed in her beautiful purple eyes. Then, an even greater force of destiny was drawn out from her body and poured into the music box.

"This memory... should be the part where the music box was just delivered. What follows should be..."

"…They are sleeping…but they want to sleep…"

'...Children of the flame...this will be yours...'

"…it's not her turn…one person can…"

Purple-haired woman: "..."

What is he talking about? Can't Afrit tell me something simple and easy to understand? He makes it so complicated to talk, and it's really hard for people to understand the fragmented memories!

Although she was a little speechless in her heart, she still calmed down and continued to listen to the following memories.

'［…………………………………………]’

"What happened? Why is there a blank memory afterwards? This music box fell into Huang Quan's hands, and she brought Pinocchio to him. This is an absolute fact, but why did the process in between disappear..."

The woman's brows were deeply furrowed, and her beautiful eyebrows were almost twisted into the shape of a knot. As the rememberer of Liuguang Yiting, she was very confident in her abilities and skills. Theoretically speaking, this situation should not occur.

'[…………………………………………]’

The woman continued to try to read the memory in the music box, but as expected, the memory behind was still blank. Unlike the intermittent memory before, it was completely blank, as if...

"It's as if someone had deliberately erased it..."

"［………………］"

'[…………………………………………]’

'[……Who are you…]'

Suddenly, a question suddenly sounded from the bottom of the woman's heart. This sudden change made her mind suddenly startled.

"This is...! No, this is not a memory..."

"This ability, a rememberer... Is he from Liuguang Yiting, or is he the incinerator...?"

The voice in her memory echoed in her heart. What surprised the woman was that although this voice came from her memory, it could interact and communicate with her like an independent individual.

"Who are you?" The woman frowned slightly and questioned the voice in a somewhat cold tone.