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

"Hey!"

The final beneficiary, holding three large bottles of wine, flew slowly towards the windy place.

In order not to disturb those who were resting, I decided to jump out from the third floor. I was already quite familiar with the route and after finding the right posture, I did not get hurt.

Fortunately, the store would be open all night, and when the former store manager saw me going to buy wine, he was confused for a while. Finally, he spoke in a caring tone like an elder and finally sold the wine to me.

All three bottles of wine are made from apples, so the alcohol content should be quite high?

He waited quietly for the wind elf to take him to where the wind started, and didn't want to leave anymore.

Then he was pulled up onto the city wall and spread his wings of wind.

I haven't taken the test and basically never used it. I bought it just because it looks good.

Spreading its wings of wind, a gust of wind came and soon reached the place where the wind started.

The first thing I did after going down was to hug the tree trunk and vomit a few times. I brought a bottle of water with me to prevent myself from getting drunk, and I just rinsed my mouth with it, which made me feel a little better.

"What a wind that is hard to control... Ugh!" Without vomiting, he lay in bed like he did a long time ago, and felt the same nausea afterwards. "You don't want to make me unable to drink, so that you can have three bottles of wine all by yourself?"

"How could that be?" The wind elf changed back into a close friend, holding a harp in his hand, "Sing a song!"

"If you want to listen... let me tell you in advance that my singing is terrible." He nodded to show that he understood, and then began to play the piano in his hand.

"La~la~la~la~la..." It was too difficult to find the right pitch. When I sang the second note, I stopped playing.

"The pitch is so high..." This is the first time I've seen someone sing the simplest humming like this...

"You don't want to sing to support the bar? My evaluation is to listen to me sing, then you might as well find a place to bury yourself in the ground and sleep."

"But you like singing very much." Did the humming you sang when no one was around get carried away by the wind?! This is too much! Will this be considered a peeping Tom?!

"I've never been a good singer, I'm used to it, but if you force me to perform something, I can read a story."

"Is it the same bedtime story as last time?"

"...Is your voyeurism a little too strong?" Although he would listen to everyone's wishes, he did not listen to the reason for paying too much attention to this extent, simply because he was different and had a strange feeling on his body. Ordinary people would listen to their wishes and secrets that they were unwilling to tell, but he would not listen to everything like a surveillance.

"Hey?" He touched his head and suddenly pointed to the distance, "Look, slime!"

"Don't change the subject! Wait?" He walked over quickly, then squatted down and looked at the "little" slime, "Yu Yue?"

As if it had heard something terrible, the slime fled at the fastest speed.

"I haven't scolded you for not saying goodbye! I seldom scold people since I came here. I just scold them in my heart! And you, you little guy who didn't say goodbye, do you know how worried I am about you?!" It must be it! Other slimes wouldn't run like this just by hearing a name! "You found a good place to stay?!"

How can a slime that just jumps at the end compete with a person who is already sprinting?

Just like the first time we met, the grass on my head was grabbed and pulled out of the soil.

Σ( °Д °;) was frightened like this...

They stared at each other angrily, but after a while they started laughing.

The laughter grew louder and more violent, and the strength in my hands loosened.

He lay on the relatively soft grass and almost rolled over with laughter.

Seeing that he was not angry, he jumped to the side and rubbed it, just like before (≧▽≦)

"It's great that you're still alive... It's a good thing you weren't killed by me or by others, it's great..." Recently, I always dream about the Hilliard Shaman who was considered a friend and whom I killed. I always dream of blood spilled on my body, and it looked hot.

Fortunately I didn't kill you accidentally.

"That's great..." I sat up and fixed my hair, then turned my head to see the guy pouring wine into his mouth! "Stop! It's expensive!!!"

He jumped up from the ground, not caring whether his clothes got dirty or not, and rushed over to stop the person who continued to blow with the bottle as quickly as possible.

"I brought a cup. Don't do this! It's really expensive!" The three bottles have different prices, but they are all very high. "If you get drunk, the wind will also carry the smell of wine."

"No, the wind has to carry the scent of apples..." He filled the glass with wine and started to drink it in one gulp.

"I'm impressed..." It was a relatively strong wine anyway, so I took a sip. It tasted bitter. People say there is no bitterness in wine, but all wines have a bitter taste... Then it smelled like apples. I really like this taste, a hint of sweetness, and it didn't seem so intoxicating...

So I took a big gulp. It was a very good wine. No wonder he was so obsessed with it...

The cool breeze was very comfortable. I knew that if I drank too fast, I would get drunk easily, so I didn't drink so eagerly. A bottle of wine can fill three glasses. Now the bottle of wine is almost empty. I haven't even finished my glass yet, but I already want to drink the second bottle.

"Didn't you say you came here to drink with me because I was heartbroken? Why are you drinking so fast?" The cup used for drinking apple wine is smaller than the beer cup, but not much larger. High-proof wine is different from beer. It swayed in the moonlight and the color looked very good. Yu Yue rubbed his pants, then dripped a drop or two into Slime's mouth with his fingertips.

～(￣▽￣～)~ One drop makes you drunk? Looking at the constantly moving rain and moon, I sighed.

"How about listening to the best bard in the world sing a song?"

"Can I? If so, I'd like to listen to it, thank you." I haven't listened to other ballads seriously. There is only one story in the plot, and it doesn't have that poetic feeling.

The piano in his hand was played a few times, and this time the poetry revolved around resistance and freedom.

Listening to the music and quietly looking at the wine in the glass, the mask on his face was taken off, and his reflection appeared in the wine.

How sad...

He drank all the remaining wine in the glass in a huff, and poured another one.

"Leave some for me!" a voice sounded, looking at the man who was a bit noisy, it felt good, "How is it? Does the best bard in the world impress you?"

"It's beautiful. The playing is really good...but the lyrics are too old-fashioned. If I don't update the lyrics, I will be outdone by the young people!" The old lyrics are suitable for the present, but not for the more distant future.

Wendy poured herself a glass, took a big sip, smiled, and didn't say anything.