Genshin Impact: I am a Puppet Master

"Hey, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet again so soon after we just met yesterday."

It must be fate. After saying these three words, Zhongli took Hu Tao to sit opposite Qing Liu and the other man. A table for four just allowed Hu Tao and Qing Liu to face each other.

The girl in front of him looked at him with burning eyes. He had no choice but to look at Zhongli beside her. "You are so happy and leisurely every day, eating, sleeping and having tea."

After a bitter smile, Zhongli turned around and asked the hall master beside him what he wanted to eat.

Walnut: "Beef noodle soup, exactly the same as the main portion he ordered just now."

"Okay, Miss Xiangling, two servings of beef noodles, the same as for the two executives, preferably cooked in the same pot."

Hearing this, Qingliu's mouth twitched again and again, thinking to himself, what the hell is best to cook in one pot, wouldn't it be better to just call it beef noodles? This old Deng's state of mind might be about to have a last gasp.

Xiangling, who was not far away, noticed the four people sitting together and felt a little strange. She had never heard that Hutao, who she had played with since childhood, or Mr. Zhongli, who was familiar with her, knew these two executives?

But I just grumbled in my heart, but on the surface I still responded, "Okay, I promise it's all from the same pot!"

Qingliu had a blank expression on his face and was madly deducting 6 points in his heart. I wonder if there are still normal people in Liyue?

When Hu Tao saw Qing Liu, it seemed that all the gloom in her heart disappeared. She told Qing Liu about interesting things about Liyue with a beaming face. Although she only got a few cold responses from Qing Liu, anyone who was not a fool could see the satisfaction on her face.

Zhongli took out a newspaper from his waist. This was an indispensable item in his hands every day. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't read the newspaper for a day.

But this time, as soon as the newspaper was taken out, Hu Tao saw the big headline:

"Shocked! The fourth executive officer of Zhidong, Xizi, who has always been indifferent to worldly affairs, is going to bring a new executive officer to Liyue to fill the eleventh seat that has been vacant for a long time! Who will it be?!"

Qingliu and Gongzi also saw it. They could guess that it was the news released by the clown and the rooster. They probably joined forces with the rich to make a lot of money by taking advantage of the curiosity of the masses.

But Hu Tao obviously didn't think too much, and asked with sparkling eyes, "Brother Qingliu, can I sign up? I also want to be an executive officer. In fact, you don't know that I have always had a dream of being an executive officer."

It was obvious that Qingliu would not agree to her request. "My name is not Qingliu, I am the executive actor. Also, I have already chosen someone for the position of executive officer. Sorry, Miss Walnut."

Hu Tao naturally didn't expect Qing Liu to agree to sign up for her. Since her husband read the newspaper every day, she just took a look at it. She knew how cruel and powerful the executive officers were. There were endless reports of the things that the actors did in the newspaper. She couldn't get involved in such a place.

If the other party agrees to her, then Kurumi will not believe that the other party will be the gentle person she was three years ago. After all, her sister Qingliu (brother) will not be willing to do such a dangerous thing by herself.

"Oh~ yes, yes, your name is not Qingliu, then how did Mr. Xizi get to know this hall master's guest? Did he worry that this hall master would be too sad so he secretly asked Hu Tao about my situation and that's how he got to know me, right?"

In some ways, Hu Tao is really amazing. With just one sentence, she managed to silence two executives and one old man.

Qingliu’s inner thoughts: Has this child’s imagination always been so strong?

The young man’s inner thoughts: As expected of a friend, even a girl I once knew is so amazing, I am speechless

Zhongli's inner OS: 6

Finally, it was Xiangling who broke the silence by bringing four bowls of beef noodles on a tray.

“Beef noodles are here~”

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After finishing the meal, Qingliu didn't want to stay any longer, and left in an instant with the young master.

Looking at the boy who had disappeared, Hu Tao, who was still excited a second ago, suddenly had a look of loneliness in her eyes.

"Zhongli Keqing, why do you think he is unwilling to recognize me?"

Zhongli beside him pursed his lips, and for a moment he looked at Hu Tao with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Maybe he has his own purpose to accomplish, and what he wants to accomplish is very dangerous. He doesn't want to involve you. Master, think about it. His current identity is the executive officer of Zhidong. I don't need to tell you how dangerous this identity is. He doesn't want to get involved with you. It's probably for your own good."

"Is that so? Does that mean that if I become powerful enough, I can stand beside him? If so, how powerful do I have to be............"

This time even Zhongli didn't know how to answer her. In the eyes of the one in heaven, gods were weak insects. And the ordinary person like the hall master...

He sighed softly, knowing that Kurumi would never meet that boy again in her lifetime, and someone had broken the promise made many years ago... This is what people say about not meeting someone too amazing when you are young...

The life of an ordinary person is just a fleeting moment in Zhongli's eyes, but unfortunately the wear and tear is about to worsen.

"Hey, Master Hu, I have some daily newspapers from these years in my bedroom. The topic of actors often appears in them. If you are interested, you can go and have a look."

Zhongli couldn't say such cruel words after all.

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Qingliu also had a look of sorrow between his brows, and seemed very sad. He didn't say anything, but his expression told the young master how he felt.

He wanted to say something to relieve Qingliu's depressed mood, but he didn't know where to start. "That girl seems to care about you very much........."

Glancing at the young master, Qingliu just nodded faintly.

"It's a pity that Ye Qingliu is already dead. I am an actor, an executive actor, I don't know Qingliu or him."

But even Qingliu himself felt that these self-deceiving words were ridiculous...

The son said, "Hmm"

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Walking to the pier, the breeze blowing in front of me was very comfortable, and the young master felt the same

"You're not bringing me to see the sea, are you?"

"No, the eleventh executive officer will appear soon. He will appear here."

Upon hearing this, the young master simply observed everyone here.

The huge ship was packed with people moving goods back and forth. There were a lot of people, but none of them looked like the friend Qingliu mentioned.

Finally, he set his sights on the white-haired boy lying on his side under the sail. He had an extraordinary temperament. He was holding a leaf in his hand, lying on his side under the sail and playing a moving tune.

When the song ended, the boy had walked up to the two of them and sniffed softly.

"The wind carries the scent of an old friend. Long time no see, Miss Qingliu... uh, brother."

Qingliu replied calmly, "It's been a long time since we last met, wandering warrior, but now I'm not Qingliu, I'm an actor."

"Hmm, I've heard the legend of you being taken away by a dragon, and you've become a regular in the Steambird Daily News over the years. I never thought that the girl who used to drink and chat with me on this deck would have such a side to her."

It is not difficult to see Wan Ye's gentleness from his tone. This young man made the young master's eyes light up. Before he even spoke, Wan Ye had already taken the initiative to talk to him.

"This must be Mr. Tartaglia, I have heard a lot about you."

Seeing him so polite, the young master smiled and said, "I don't know your name yet, but since you are the actor's friend, you are also my partner."

"My name is Kaedehara Manye"

"Yeah, that's a nice name. I'll remember it."

The three of them sat together and enjoyed the beauty of the sea breeze. In the end, Wan Ye was the first to ask, "Xizi, you didn't come here so early in the morning just to enjoy the sea breeze with me, did you?"

"Well, I would like to invite you to be the eleventh executive officer."

This was like thunder from a clear sky, and Wan Ye was a little confused for a moment. "Me? Forget it, I'm not suitable. I enjoy the life with the fleet. It's quite free. Besides, I have already regarded this place as my home."

Hearing this, Qingliu's expression did not change much, as if all this was within his expectations. He watched the sun rise from the sea for a long time before speaking.

"Do you still want to escape? You keep looking for someone who can activate the Eye of God, hoping that person can carry your friend's will and take on the blow from Wuxiang. Don't you think this behavior is ridiculous? I refused to try to activate it because I wanted you to carry his will on your own. I believe your friend also wants you to carry his will instead of others. Now there is an opportunity in front of you. As an executor, I will take you to take on that blow. After that, I will help your friend cut back with a blow and tell him that the blow may not be out of his reach!"

After saying this, Qingliu didn't give him too much time to think, and disappeared directly on the spot with the sea breeze.

After listening for so long, the young master is not a fool and roughly understands what happened to this young man. In his heart, he can't help but complain that the experiences of these young men with the Wind God's Eye are really more miserable than one another.

As if to comfort him, the young master gently patted Wan Ye's shoulder and said, "Come to us when you have made up your mind. You know where we will be."

"Um"

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When the young master caught up with Qingliu again, he found that he was already in a teahouse, listening to music and drinking tea.

Sitting naturally beside Qingliu, the young master said, "As expected of your partner, he has such an extraordinary experience. His friend has even challenged the authority of Inazuma's Thunder General. He is so brave, but it is indeed amazing. I respect his friend as a warrior, but how can you be sure that he will definitely join the Fatui?"

Qingliu looked at Yunjin singing on the stage and said, "He will definitely join us, because he is very obsessed with his friend and has reached a critical point. Once his mind is broken at this critical point, he will become crazy even if he is gentle to others. It is better to kill him directly than to try to resolve it."

Yun Jin, who was wearing a theatrical robe on the stage, looked at Qing Liu deeply as if she had sensed something. She knew that the two executives who were rumored to be sitting there were familiar to her, but she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when she looked at Qing Liu's face.

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Wan Ye, who was still sitting by the sea, stared at the dim Lightning God's Eye in his hand for a long time, and finally murmured to himself, asking

“Do you also think I’m a coward and am running away… I…was never running away from the fear of that knife, but from you…I was afraid that you would blame me for not understanding you at that time, afraid…afraid that someone would tell me that you were dead, died in that cold knife…died…died…died in the hands of that so-called god. It’s really disgusting. Is this what it means to be a god when you arbitrarily deprive ordinary people of their dreams? Can people only look up to gods…No, it’s not like that!”

Wan Ye's expression gradually became a little crazy. His stable state of mind that had been stable for many years was instantly shattered at this moment, and it was shattered in front of the reality that Qingliu forced him to face...

"Okay... I will carry your will and swing my sword at that disgusting god!!! I will block the so-called Wuxiang's sword and return it for you, for you, for myself, and also for those who have been deprived of their dreams!!!"

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The young master doesn't know how to drink tea or listen to music, but judging from the reaction of the audience, he should sing well. He glanced at Qingliu who was still drinking tea indifferently, and asked curiously.

“Is that person on the stage singing well?”

"good"

Nodding, the young master knew Qingliu's character too well. If even he said it was good, it must be really amazing. "I saw that girl in the costume on the stage kept looking at you. Do you know her?"

"It was just a chance encounter"

Hearing this familiar sentence again, he had no choice but to ask about Wan Ye again. "I heard from my friend that you estimated that Wan Ye would become crazy. How crazy would he be? And why are you 100% sure that he will come to us?"

After taking a sip of tea, Qingliu still had that expression of having everything under control.

"Let me put it this way. When obsession reaches a certain level, it becomes distorted and broken. Even if his friend's dream at that time was to take that knife, he could imagine that his friend took that knife for those who were deprived of their dreams. His friend would become more and more perfect in his imagination, and the figure of General Thunder who killed his friend would also become more and more sinister and worse in his imagination. He hated General Thunder like that, but he lacked the strength. He needed me. It's that simple."

Just these few words made Young Master Tartaglia break out in a cold sweat. His partner was truly terrifying. He played with people's hearts just like playing with plasticine...

If his target was me, I would be stabbing myself and then thanking him.

Hiss, it’s scary just thinking about it

I sympathize with him, but I also envy him. He is like a monster with all his talent bars maxed out. He is a monster in terms of strength and talent, but his brain is also like a monster.

But he only thought about it briefly. If he were to choose by himself, he would still not be willing.

After all, the people I love and care about have left me. Just for this reason, the young master brought his family into the picture. If all these family members died and left me, I would be crazy.

Finally, he took a look at Qingliu and thought about his seemingly morbid pursuit. A complex emotion emerged in the young master's heart.

He himself couldn't tell whether he felt sympathy or admiration for him for having come this far.

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