Genshin Impact: The Great Evil Dragon’s Death System

Yun Jin looked at Shen He's cold face. She knew that Shen He was not arrogant. This was her usual expressionless face.

She absolutely could not let Jing Fantian succeed.

Yun Jin stood up and held Shen He's shoulders: "Shen He, don't be fooled by him. He just wants to tie you up and do whatever he wants with you."

"And I don't think all his bad luck was caused by you. He did it himself."

"Shen He, think about it, why is it that no one around you has been affected by your tragic fate, but he has been affected?"

Shen He reacted all of a sudden. Yes, that's right. After she untied the red rope, why was her closest master Liu Yun fine, but Jing Fantian was in trouble instead?

Jing Fantian was wrong to say that he was the person closest to him besides Liu Yun.

Shen He recognized Chongyun and was closer to him than his sister and brother-in-law.

They are both from the same family of exorcists and have the same blood, so why are they not affected by their own evil fate?

"Resentment from Shenhe, +100 constellation points."

"No, I untied the red string and used the fate of Gu Chen Jie Sha to become the Great Cave Mi Luo Venerable. Therefore, my fate is the foundation for my immortality, not a disaster."

Jing Fantian was in a terrible mood as his good thing was ruined. He pounced on Yun Jin viciously.

"Yun Jin, I'm going to kill your entire family."

Shen He pinched Jing Fantian's ear with one hand to stop him from bullying Yun Jin: "You stinky boy, you want to trick me, rope bondage, peach bondage, I know it's a dirty thing from the way you smile."

Yun Jin took two steps back and said, "I've heard of these rope arts. They are rope bondage arts developed by some dignitaries. They allow the ropes and the human body to be perfectly combined into a work of art with a sense of elegance."

"Anyway, it was thought up by those perverts who have nothing better to do. It's not a good thing."

"Resentment from Shenhe, +100 constellation points."

Shen He twisted Jing Fantian's ear vigorously: "You stinky boy!"

Jing Fantian quickly begged for mercy: "Senior Sister, please stop pinching me. I know I was wrong."

Shen He knew that Jing Fantian was just pretending to do that for her, so she pinched his ears and let it go.

Jing Fantian diligently poured Shen He a glass of wine.

Shen He took it and drank it.

Jing Fantian said, "Senior Sister, now you don't blame yourself for all the mistakes, do you?"

"This is how we should be as human beings. Instead of reflecting on ourselves, we should blame others and avoid mental exhaustion."

After listening to this, Shen He pondered for a while and felt that what Jing Fantian said made some sense.

"As for what happened to you when you were a kid, it wasn't your fate that caused it. It was all your father's insanity."

"Look at it more positively and put all the blame on your father. He's dead anyway and won't come out to argue with you."

"Resentment from Shenhe, +100 constellation points."

Shen He gave Jing Fantian a cold look: "You are so happy that my father is dead!"

Jing Fantian hit Shen He's shoulder and said, "What's so good about having a father like that? From now on, the Emperor is your father. If he doesn't give money for our wedding, he's not a human being."

"This old guy is very stingy. We must use our wedding to cheat him out of something."

Shen He glanced at Jing Fantian and said, "You want me to marry you? Dream on! Unless you can get my sister and master to agree."

Jing Fantian pointed at him and said, “You said it!”

Shen He nodded: "Yes."

Jing Fantian nodded: "Okay, I will definitely find a way to get both Chongyun Niang and Liuyun Shizun to agree."

Master Fan came up hurriedly holding the red rope, handed it to Jing Fantian, and said with a polite smile: "Your Highness, this is the strongest red rope in all of Liyue."

"Your bedroom is ready, why don't you go and rest with the Immortal!"

Shen He suddenly burst out with a murderous aura, and Mr. Fan felt as if he was being stared at by a killer. He was sweating profusely and even saw his grandmother waving at him.

Jing Fantian comforted Shen He: "Senior sister, don't blame him, he is quite diligent in his work."

Shen He withdrew his evil spirit, and Mr. Fan's whole body pressure was relieved, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jing Fantian accepted the red string he bought and said to him, "Xiao Fan! You are very sensible! If you are bullied by any high-ranking official in Liyue Harbor in the future, just tell me my name."

Mr. Fan was overjoyed and took out a gold card and handed it to Jing Fantian.

"Your Highness, this is a bank card from the Northland Bank. It's a small token of my appreciation."

Jing Fantian took it and was delighted to see the strings of zeros on it. There were at least tens of millions of Mora.

He patted Master Fan on the shoulder and said, "Master, I will call you Master from now on. Anyone who gives money is Master."

"Your Highness, I dare not, absolutely not."

"What are you afraid of? You can handle it. Bring me some rice paper and I'll give you some calligraphy. From now on, I'll be in charge of your Heyu Teahouse."

"Okay, Your Highness."

Although all the people in Heyu Teahouse were scared away by Jing Fantian and their livelihood was greatly reduced, Mr. Fan felt that tonight was the biggest turning point in his life.

As long as he hangs Jing Fantian's calligraphy in the teahouse, he guarantees that the officials from the General Affairs Department will call him "Master" when they see him.

Yun Jin was feeling jealous watching from the side. This was a naked transaction of power for money!

Shen He didn't have any thoughts, but he just felt strange: "Why did he give you money even though you scared away all his customers? Why was he so enthusiastic about your chicken claw calligraphy?"

Yun Jin explained: "Shen He, this is the convenience brought by power. Your Highness is the prince of Liyue, the most powerful person under the emperor."

"Although he has no official position, he can depose any of the Seven Stars of Liyue with just one word, because he is the Dragon King."

"Doing business in Liyue is inevitable to deal with the bureaucrats of the General Affairs Department. Sometimes you have to pay a large sum of Mora to the people above you so that they won't cause trouble."

"Now that Heyu Teahouse has been protected by His Highness, the people in the General Affairs Department will be afraid as long as they see his calligraphy, and will provide Heyu Teahouse with many convenient policies."

Shen He suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. This is a deal. Mr. Fan gives money to Brahma, and Brahma will protect them."

Jing Fantian smiled and said, “I didn’t say I would protect the Heyu Tea House.”

Yun Jin asked in confusion, "Didn't you just say that Master Fan was bullied by a high official and that's when you reported your name?"

Jing Fantian nodded: "Yes, they didn't tell me to protect the Heyu Teahouse when they reported my name! If they give me face, I will retreat. If they don't give me face, I can't do anything."

"After all, this Liyue still belongs to my father. There is still a cloud above my head, and that is my father."

Yun Jin was convinced. This guy took the money but didn't want to do the job. He was a complete CS.

But it is enough. Hanging Jing Fantian's calligraphy in Heyu Teahouse can prove that he has been here and appreciated the tea and drama here.

Even if you only say his name, the people from the General Affairs Department won't dare to provoke him.

However, is his handwriting recognizable? Can the people in the General Affairs Department recognize it?

soon.

Jing Fantian wrote "Fragrant tea is like a poem" on the rice paper obtained by Master Fan.

Master Fan searched for a long time and could only praise the poem: "Your Highness, what a good poem! This poem, Fragrant Tea is Like Poetry, praises the fragrance and taste of tea leaves as being as elegant and exquisite as poems."

Jing Fantian was puzzled: "Don't you see the brilliance of my calligraphy?"

"This……"

Mr. Fan was silent for a moment. What was so special about this chicken-claw-style handwriting?

Even a learned person like Yun Jin had to spend a long time to recognize that what he wrote were words, not paintings.

Shen He taunted, "Don't make it difficult for others. Sometimes it's very uncomfortable for people to say things against their will."

Jing Fantian no longer sought flattery from others on his calligraphy. He signed his name, took out his Dragon King seal, and stamped the calligraphy.

"Take it. I'll see what kind of evil spirits dare to cause trouble in the Heyu Teahouse from now on."