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

"It's you, what are you doing here..."

He slapped her with the back of his hand, because it would hurt if he hit himself with his palm.

"You...!" He carefully appreciated every expression of the other party after being humiliated. What the other party felt was not regret, but hatred and sadness.

He stretched his wrists a little, then tilted his head and said, "Come to think of it, your hair isn't that pretty... Why don't you cut it off? I just happen to need some hair as supplies..."

"How could you! Do such a disrespectful thing!"

"If you don't want to cut it, do you need me to do it for you?" In his hand was the pair of scissors that he had just used to cut off the hard-to-squeeze part of the Fiery Flower. "But if I do it myself, it's hard to guarantee that I won't cut something that shouldn't be cut..."

While smiling and watching seriously, the expression of the person opposite me changed from humiliation to struggle, to unwillingness, to calmness, and finally to flattery.

"Hey, who told you this? What's going on? Do you need us to cut your hair?"

"My memory is not good, I forgot it..." Pretending to think, he tapped the tip of his lips with his fingers, and then said as if he suddenly realized something, "Oh, I remember now. I want to see if hair can be used as a new type of consumables..."

"You..." He wanted to yell at someone, but seeing the dangerous look in the other person's eyes, he knew that he couldn't do that. "Well, if you want to talk about compensation, we will do it."

"Hmm? I just want you to use my hair to do some experiments for me, why do you bring up compensation?" He said this with a puzzled look, "I see, you want to give me more funds for the experiments, right? There's really no need to go through so much trouble. Although I do need some Mora, I don't need it that much."

"I will explain this matter, please don't do it here..." He lowered his voice and indicated with his eyes that this place was very close to the residence of the gods and he was worried that it would disturb the gods.

"If I can't judge, why not let God judge for me?" The voice got louder. I did it on purpose. I am irreplaceable now. They will coax me, at least before I hand everything over to my child...

"I! You..." He spoke incoherently and didn't know how to explain.

"You did this at the beginning, thinking you were trying to establish your authority for me? You wanted me to not bother you. I've never been someone who would just take things as they come! If there's a next time, it won't be as simple as today. Cut your hair for me, and then you can continue to do what you should do."

He handed over the scissors, very politely, took the sharp end in his own hand, smiled and said, "Please."

A few people looked at each other and finally cut off some hair. Although they didn't shave it completely, it was really funny to cut it into a dog-gnawed look.

"Are you satisfied?" Their hair fell to the ground, but they didn't want to care at all.

"No, that's not right. I'm used to make materials. They're all on the ground. Do you want me to use my precious hands to pick them up for you?" He said this while frowning, "Okay, okay, it's my fault that I don't have a single hand like you guys." He was so sarcastic. I really don't know where he learned this from!

"I'm sorry..." He started to pick up the hair that fell on the ground, "Come together, otherwise it will be busy." The people next to him seemed to have just noticed it and started to pick up the hair together.

Her hands were full and she couldn't hold them all, so she tore off the scarf she wore when she went out and used it to fill her hair. "I won't forget this, thank you!" She looked very happy.

Isn’t it interesting? The hair that was chewed by a dog, the sad and difficult look, I cut their hair and gave them a slap... It was kind of cool.

On the way back, I hummed a boring nursery rhyme. I didn’t like nursery rhymes when I was a child, maybe because I always thought they were childish? But now I like the singing of nursery rhymes, which is long and lingering, and I like it very much.

"Fireflies, fireflies fly slowly..."

I softly sing my favorite song. I am very afraid of the dark. No one knows what is hidden in the darkness. But I also like the darkness a little bit because I can show my truest appearance in the darkness.

Those sorrows and despairs don’t need to be appreciated by anyone. Those sadnesses finally have a place to flow, even if the place they can really flow to is an endless abyss…

"Children who are afraid of the dark, sleep peacefully~"

The night makes people cry, but it is not the night that makes people cry.

People always like to give meaning to things, to give beauty to flowers, sadness to the night, loneliness to the moon, and brilliance to the stars...

When did darkness become endowed with so much meaning?

"Dangdang! I'm back. Is anyone quiet and obedient?" The scene when he opened the door was that everyone was grinding the ore in their hands very seriously. Seeing that he was back, Desir was the first to take action. He put away the things in his hands, and then looked carefully to make sure there was no external damage.

"What's in your hand?" I remember I was wearing a scarf when I went out. No, it should be a shawl. No, it should be a silk scarf... To be precise, it is a very cool fabric that will be very comfortable when hung around your neck. Why did you come back with a big bag in your hand?

"It's break time, five minutes. You can go to the bathroom, drink some water, etc. I'm going to talk about some key points in the next class, so you have to pay attention." The two children obediently walked to the next room.

"Look, I'm not very good at being mean, so I only brought this back..."

When I opened the bag, it was full of hair... black, brown, and tan. Of course I knew where the hair came from.

"You... they didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

"You should ask me if I'm causing them trouble, right? Those guys still have to use me. Of course they don't want me to get hurt, nor do they want me to lose my enthusiasm..." Since it's a purely exploitative relationship, then I have to use each other.

"I……"

"There's an old saying here that goes, 'You have to look at the owner before you beat a dog. I'm not the owner, so bullying you is bullying my dignity!" He said, looking at the pile of hair with his hands on his hips, "How do you want to deal with it? Or burn it?"

"it is good."

The flames lit up, and through the burning flames, he saw the other person's serious face. The other person was appreciating it very seriously and seemed to like the beauty of the flames very much.