Genshin Impact: A Scattered Soldier Traveling Back in Time

He crossed his legs comfortably, leaning lazily on the chair, with a leisurely and contented look on his face, as if he didn't care about the so-called "punishment" that was about to come, and even looked forward to it a little.

He obviously did not realize how serious the problem he was about to face was. If he knew in advance what was going to happen next, he probably would not be so leisurely at this moment.

The corners of Wendy's mouth rose slightly, and a barely perceptible cunning light flashed in her eyes.

He had come up with a brilliant and interesting idea, and an irrepressible smile gradually appeared on his face.

He walked up to the crowd and spoke to them in a low voice.

Before long, the same smile appeared on everyone's face, and they all turned their eyes to Yan, their eyes full of gloating.

"Isn't this bad?"

Kong spoke with some hesitation. Our Kong Bao is too kind after all.

"There's nothing wrong with it. Aren't you curious?" Paimon said.

"But... isn't this a bit too much?"

Kong spoke again, he always felt that this was not a good idea.

"In that case, how about we take a vote?"

Wendy spoke up when she saw Sora's hesitation.

"Raise your hands if you agree with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone raised their hands, except... Sora.

Kong glanced at everyone present, and saw that each of them had a faint smile on their face, and it was obvious that they were looking forward to what was going to happen next.

Under the gazes of everyone, Kong raised his right hand slowly with a helpless look on his face.

He thought silently in his heart: "Yan, it's not that I don't want to help you, I just can't do anything."

Then, a smile identical to that of the others appeared on his face.

To be honest, Kong was actually very interested in Wendy's ideas.

At this moment, Yan was sitting there quietly, and suddenly he noticed that everyone's eyes were focused on him. Everyone had a playful look on their faces, and their eyes were full of smiles. Even Diluk looked at him with a hint of expectation.

An ominous premonition suddenly welled up in Yan's heart.

He couldn't help but straighten his body, and quickly put his legs back to the ground. Then he stared at Kong who was approaching with a wary look on his face.

A trace of helplessness flashed across Kong's face, and he thought to himself: There is no way. If someone else were to announce the so-called "punishment", they would probably be beaten up, right?

Kong slowly approached Yan, lowered his head and whispered something to him.

After hearing this, the corners of Yan's mouth twitched wildly, and the elemental power around him began to become abnormally active, as if trying to break free from its restraints, making crackling sounds.

He slowly raised his hand, and suddenly a dazzling flash of lightning appeared in the sky, striking straight towards the people not far away like a sharp sword.

The crowd who were watching the show on the sidelines were stunned: "What's going on? Didn't he tell you this? Why are you attacking us instead?"

Fortunately, Yan was just venting his anger and did not use his full strength. Everyone present possessed the Eye of God and used their respective abilities to easily block the attack.

Ignoring the resentful looks from everyone, he put down his hand, stared at Sora closely, and asked expressionlessly, "Do you want to see it too?"

Kong looked at him awkwardly, his lips moved but he said nothing. But the expectation deep in Kong's eyes could not escape his eyes.

"Okay, I'll do it reluctantly. Who made me lose the game? I don't want to be told that I can't afford to play."

"Yan turned his head and said proudly.

Others: Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Yan stood up and walked into the villa. When he thought about what he was going to do next, a blush appeared on his face.

He turned around and glared at Wendy fiercely. Needless to say, he knew that this idea must have been proposed by Wendy.

Wendy: ...I didn't force you. You just wanted to do it, okay?

Not long after, Yan walked out of the villa.

The difference from before was that he had changed his clothes and put on a purple dress.

Because the size of the clothes is slightly loose, the hem of the skirt drags to the ground, like a blooming flower, exuding a unique charm.

In his hand, he held a small and exquisite fan, which covered his face, but through the gaps in the fan, one could still vaguely see his apple-red cheeks.

She looks like a shy little girl.

(There should be pictures in the comments section, but I won’t include them.)

To be honest, including his previous life, he has lived for thousands of years, but this is the first time he has worn women's clothes.

He glared at Wendy fiercely again.

I will remember this grudge!

Everyone stared at him with excitement, looking forward to what would happen next.

Soon, Yan adjusted his mentality and the blush on his face gradually faded away.

Yan gently put away the folding fan in his hand, summoned Qiu Ye, and stared intently at the knife in his hand.

A trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes. When was the last time he danced with a sword?

It had been so long ago that even he had forgotten it since he was a puppet… He only remembered that at that time, there seemed to be many people gathered around him, and they were all looking at him expectantly.

The scene before his eyes gradually became blurred, and he seemed to be back to the night when he stepped on the sand.

In a trance, he seemed to see the figures of Katsuragi and Niwa. They were standing there, looking at him with smiles in their eyes.

He moved, and danced the knife in his hand like an elegant butterfly.

Just like in the previous life, when stepping on the sand.

His movements were light and graceful; every turn and every swing of the knife in his hand was full of poetry.

As he danced, the originally motionless skirt seemed to be given life and began to dance happily.

He was immersed in it, as if everything that happened was just a dream. He had been staying in Tasha and never left.

A melodious piano sound suddenly rang out, bringing Yan back to his senses.

He seemed to wake up from a dream, paused slightly, and looked up at Wendy.

Wendy smiled at him and then plucked the strings of the guitar again.

He looked at his companions around him, and they were also looking at him with smiles on their faces.

A relieved smile appeared on his face, and the knife in his hand began to dance again.

This time, his movements were smoother and more natural, and each cut contained endless power and emotion.

He was no longer waving the sword to commemorate his deceased friend, but for the good friends in front of him.

The moonlight was like silver, falling on the earth and illuminating the figure of the moon. It was like a silent witness, quietly recording everything that happened tonight.