Genshin Impact: This person is mentally ill

Liyue Port

The ships of the Southern Cross Fleet came from afar and docked on the coast.

The blond girl walked down the deck leading a seven or eight-year-old child with scars all over his face. She was followed by a flying object and a slime.

It was Ying, Huyang and their group.

Huyang took out his cell phone and contacted his little cook.

While on the boat, he got in touch with the cook, who said she would pick him up at the dock. He was very happy.

……

Little Fish Runs Fast: Dear Little Cook, I'm here, and the one with the slime is me.

Wanmintang Little Cook: I see you guys

……

"This way!"

Huyang raised his head and saw Xiangling waving at him not far away, with a small pet following her.

He waved to her happily: "Little cook! Little cook! Xiao Yuyu is here!"

Shouting happily, he let go of Ying's hand and rushed over excitedly.

He happily gave Xiangling a big hug.

Xiangling looked at the little child and said, "Xiaoyu, I didn't expect you to be a child."

"Xiaoyu is not a child. Xiaoyu was tall before." Huyang gestured at his previous height: "It's just that I got shorter recently."

Xiangling just thought the other party was joking.

She smiled and said, "Will your parents be worried about you coming to Liyue from Inazuma?"

"Parents? Xiaoyu doesn't have any parents, but Xiaoyu has Xiaoyingying, Xiaoyi and the little doll. They will protect Xiaoyu."

Paimon, who flew over from behind, corrected him: "I am Paimon, not a doll!"

Huyang tilted his head, looked at Paimon with strange eyes, put his fingers in his mouth, and said in a childish voice: "It's obviously a little doll."

Paimeng was so angry that he stomped his feet in the air, but it was useless.

She has said this many times.

"Ying, Paimon." Xiangling greeted the two of them.

Being ignored, Xiaoyi got a little angry (# ` n′ ), with lightning flashing on his body: "Hey! Don't ignore your Xiaoyi."

Xiangling looked at Xiaoyi and asked in surprise: "Huh? A talking slime?"

Then, her gaze towards Xiaoyi became somewhat strange.

Can the slime of talking slime be used to cook dishes?

Xiaoyi seemed to have seen through Xiangling's thoughts and said angrily, "What kind of look is that? Are you spying on Xiaoyi's body?"

Xiang Ling looked away awkwardly: "How could that be? I'm just curious. You're the first talking slime I've ever seen..."

She thought of something and paused, and the look she gave Xiaoyi changed from astonishment to shock.

"Xiao...Xiaoyi..."

Xiao Yi squeezed his round body a little higher and said proudly, "What's wrong? Are you shocked by my reputation?"

Xiangling was silent for a moment, then said, "There is a god of joy who is accompanied by a talking slime, and its name is also Xiaoyi."

You can find out about this by searching on your phone.

When Huyang held a banquet and played house with the gods, Xiaoyi was there. At that time, the inheritance was broadcast live, and many people knew that the God of Joy was followed by a slime follower named Xiaoyi.

Xiaoyi said without disguising: "The Xiaoyi you are talking about is me."

Anyway, "Little Fish's" identity has been exposed, so there is no need for it to hide it. Besides, Huyang didn't ask it to hide it, so why should it help cover it up?

"You--, why are you here!?"

Xiangling took a step back and glanced around vigilantly: "Has the God of Pleasure come to Liyue again?"

God of joy,

Liyue will probably not forget this name for nearly a hundred years.

The trauma that the man inflicted on Liyue is still clearly visible. Some of the dead are still lying in the mourning hall waiting to be buried. These people all died in that war.

Even Mr. Bai Shu, who practiced medicine to save people in Bubululu, lost his life because of the war.

“Isn’t He just…”

"cough!"

Ying coughed and interrupted Paimon.

Then she walked forward and took Xiangling's arm: "Xiaoyu, Xiangling and I have something to talk about. You wait here with Paimon and Xiaoyi for a while."

Hu Yang pouted and said unhappily, "Xiao Yingying can't compete with Xiao Yuyu for the position of the little cook."

"The little cook wants to know what Xiaoyu likes and then give Xiaoyu a surprise. I want to give Xiaoyu a surprise with the little cook. Doesn't Xiaoyu want a surprise?"

Ying has figured out Xiaoyu's personality during this period of time. Now "Huyang" not only has lost his memory, but his personality has also become like that of a child and he is very easy to fool.

"Xiao Yuyu wants a surprise, so go quickly, Xiao Yuyu is waiting for you here."

Ying gave Paimeng a look: Look at him carefully

Paimon: Got it!

Ying took Xiangling to a deserted place far away and told Xiangling everything about Xiaoyu.

After hearing Xiaoyu's story, Xiangling was confused: "You said Xiaoyu is Populus euphratica, how is that possible?"

"That's what Ying said. She's the God of Thunder, so she wouldn't make a mistake. And... when Ying attacked him, the mask of the God of Joy appeared in front of him. After that incident, his personality started to become like that of a child..."

Following Ying's explanation, Xiangling also believed that Xiaoyu, whom she met online, was the God of Joy.

"What should we do now? Should we notify the Qianyan Army?"

"Don't worry, I have informed Ningguang of the situation. She will be able to find a way. Now all we have to do is to keep Xiaoyu stable." Ying said.

Xiangling nodded.

But now that she knows Xiaoyu's identity, she can no longer get along well with her.

The two returned to the little fish that was waiting for them.

Huyang was squatting on the ground, hugging Xiaoyi and kneading him out of boredom. When he saw the two men coming, he ruthlessly threw Xiaoyi away and ran towards them enthusiastically.

"Little Yingying, little cook, and little Yuyu want surprises, surprises, hehe (?˙︶˙?)." Huyang looked at the two of them expectantly.

Ying said, "Don't worry, Xiaoyu, the surprise has been prepared for you."

Xiangling tugged at Ying's sleeve and whispered, "When did I prepare a surprise? How come I didn't know about it?"

Ying replied: "Just cook him a meal."

"Huh?" Xiang Ling's eyes turned into small dots, and she asked in a daze, "Is this... a surprise?"

"Of course, forget it. He is just a child now. You just need to cook a table of dishes that he likes to make him happy. Didn't Hu Yang often eat at Wanmin Hall before? You should know what he likes to eat, right?"

Xiangling nodded. She knew this.

The group left the pier and headed for Wanmin Hall.

On the way, Ying noticed many gazes from the dark.

These people are here to monitor "Poplar".

And Huyang, who didn't know why, was holding Xiangling's hand, skipping and jumping on the street, singing a cheerful song.

"Looking for friends,

Find a good friend,

Salute, shake hands,

That's my good friend.

whee……"