Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

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"We'll talk about extracting the flaming flower next time. It's not dangerous, but it's very troublesome..."

He gave the order very quickly, and this time he received a response quickly.

The dinner was not tasty, it was terrible...

After taking care of the children, just when they were about to fall asleep, there was another annoying knock on the door.

"Hello? Are you asleep?" Okay, if you knocked on the door one minute later, I would have fallen asleep.

"Wait a minute, I'm not asleep yet, I need to put on some clothes first..." I brought pajamas with me, but it's a bit impolite to go out and see others in pajamas, so I usually put on a coat, which means I'm bound to feel a bit hot.

"It's okay, take your time, I just have some questions..."

I put on my coat and tied up my messy hair. I don’t like to tie my hair up because it always makes me feel bulky. But now if I don’t want to spend a long time combing my hair, the best way is to tie it up or tie it up.

I put on my slippers, took a deep breath before opening the door, and forced a smile. The door was opened from the inside: "Hello, what do you want to see me this evening?"

It should be Meng, right? It disturbs people's dreams at night and makes people angry.

"Oh, that's it..." Why are you hesitating? Sorry, man, it's a bit disgusting... I can spit in your face, but the thought of it makes me sick.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me..."

"That's right, I thank you very much..." Speaking of which, I have been here for just a few weeks, two or three weeks? This person has been promoted again... It may have something to do with me, because he needs to show up in front of the gods frequently for his own potion, and over time he will be remembered and promoted. Of course, it is more due to his own reasons.

No matter how stupid a god is, he would never bring up a straw bag.

“You can say whatever you want to say…” He probably understood what she meant, so he put his hand on the mask. “I feel a little hot, can you take off the mask?”

"Of course, it's up to you."

When he took off the mask, he could see that the expression of the person opposite him suddenly became very interesting, like a seasoning bottle that was accidentally knocked over a long time ago and became a mess.

"You don't look well, what's wrong?"

"Well, I'm fine..." He bent down, apologized for disturbing you, and then ran away quickly.

"Are you scared?" You must be scared, right? He took off his mask in the dark, and it was like this again... He was just trying to scare you, what a boring thing.

What I want to say here is pretty much the same thing. I should say that I treat myself as a relative or friend, and if I’m a little more shameless, I’ll express my so-called admiration…

He has a high status, but no real power. However, he has a good reputation, and his subordinates are often not so convinced... He wanted to use my status to put pressure on him, but unfortunately he made a wrong calculation.

Or are you too young? You don't know that interests are above everything else. You get scared like this when you see my face?

How boring... You still don't understand that interests are above everything, including emotions and fears.

How could a little guy like this achieve anything big?

I returned to my room and did not put on the mask again. I was indeed feeling depressed. This was not my fault. I had an ordinary appearance in my previous life. Although I was much prettier in this life, it was a pity that I was disfigured again...

I felt so sad and heartbroken. Why? Why would the face I was so proud of be ruined again?

Maybe I will cry, maybe tears will flow? It doesn't matter, it's just like this...

"Nuo Linxi?" A small voice was heard outside the door. The door was opened a crack, revealing a scary face.

"What's the matter? It's late now, you should rest..."

"Here you go." I didn't know what it was, but I still reached out my hand. It was a grape-flavored candy. I gave it to him a long time ago... I looked into his light blue eyes and saw that he was smiling. "Eat a candy when you are in a bad mood. Okay, good night, I wish you a sweet dream."

"Good night..." He slowly sat back at the head of the bed, peeled the candy, accidentally tore the beautiful sugar coating, and then stuffed the candy into his mouth.

The sweet taste that spreads to my mouth makes me feel much better. It tastes like delicious grapes...

Why would someone carry candy with them? Anyway, I am not the kind of person who carries candy with me... Well, I seem to be the kind of person who carries candy with me.

I couldn't see anything in the dark. I was groping in the room, not knowing what I was groping for. I didn't want to light the light. I only knew that the darkness temporarily concealed all the sorrow and fear. Emotions were especially secretive in the dark.

Am I crying? Tears seem to be streaming down my cheeks, how could this be? I haven’t cried in a long time. I didn’t cry even when I was in so much pain. I didn’t cry even when I couldn’t live anymore…

But the tears still couldn't stop flowing, flowing down and falling into the palms of my hands. I struggled to wipe the tears with my sleeves, hung the coat back on the chair, and lay on the bed, but the tears were still falling from the corners of my eyes.

I am such a fool. My so-called plan is useless. Can it really keep me alive? I am so stupid that I have never read any military tactics, never designed any perfect crimes, and never designed any perfect plots. I can't even think of a suitable reason to write a novel. How can my plan succeed? !

What if, with so many steps, one of them went wrong? If one of them went wrong, you would die, right?

A trained person can hold his breath for five minutes. How far can this place get from the top in five minutes?

Plus, once you start exercising, your body's oxygen consumption will increase, so is it possible to swim out without drowning?

What if that person doesn’t show up after a week?

What if we fail to successfully blow down the wall after a week?

If...there are countless ifs.

“I’m so tired…”

I need to find another reason to go out within these seven days to complete the next step of the plan...

How can a brainless guy like me get out perfectly? Maybe I'll die on the way?

And most importantly... I raised my left arm and gently stroked the place where the mark was once drawn with my right hand. It must be this thing...

I can feel that the mark seems to be alive. What does this mean? It means that there is a high probability that my position will be sensed, and even my life or death may be determined by a thought.

How boring...Write a suicide note in advance, where can you put it so it won't get wet? In your shoes, just put it in your shoes. I remember my shoes should be waterproof...