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

My canine teeth are a little more pointed and sharp than I imagined.

Even when I licked that tooth with my tongue, I felt a little stinging...

As expected, I still need to reduce this bad habit...

After searching for a long time, he found a few small wooden sticks in his original box. The diameter of the sticks was half a centimeter. This kind of wood would not fall apart and was not too hard. It would easily leave marks when bitten.

This will prevent your teeth from hurting and make you feel more comfortable to a great extent.

I admit that biting myself is a quirk, but it's part of my stress relief, so it's hard to give up.

Put it in your mouth and chew it for a while, then stop when there is no more pleasure. The crumbs you spit out will be treated as garbage.

I feel much better now. I can continue to try to refine the next potion...

The task I set for today is to refine 200 bottles. I'm almost halfway done. Come on...

I picked out a few suitable plants, arranged them, put them into the pot, and vigorously sorted out the required substances, and then removed the impurities.

Every time I complete this step, I always feel comfortable in my heart, an extremely comfortable feeling, just like soaking my body in hot water and feeling my body pores opening, right?

I felt comfortable just thinking about it. After finishing the last step, I tried to pour the things into the machine. Well, it does save a little effort, but not as much as I imagined.

You can't exhaust yourself all at once, otherwise it will be difficult to do the next work.

It's like running a long-distance race. At the beginning you try your best and run it as if it were 100 meters, but later on you won't have that much energy left.

When doing this kind of work that requires delicate manipulation, you cannot overwork yourself. This has always been my idea and this is what I do.

After resting for a while and starting to process the next batch of plant materials, I finally saw the people coming back.

"I brought Xianyun with me this time!" Only then did he realize that there was someone following behind him. "Please, Xianyun, I know you've been tinkering with these things, so help her!"

"Humph! This immortal doesn't have the habit of making this kind of thing for mortals!"

"Sister Xianyun... please help me! I will help you with whatever you need," she said with a pitiful look, knowing that Xianyun was a tsundere. "Please, dear sister Xianyun!"

"For your sincerity... um..." He cleared his throat, then used magic to conjure up a small gadget, as if to introduce it solemnly, and also showed his expectation. It can be seen that he is very satisfied with his expression, "This is invented by me. It has the ability to store liquid and float. Just use it to absorb the liquid and then release it."

"How magical! How amazing~" Xianyun was very happy in her heart, but she didn't bother to pretend to be as expected on her face, "It's really great! Thank you, dear sister Xianyun!"

"I have not given you permission to call me sister!"

"Oh, Sister Xianyun~" Ping'er smiled softly and called out the word jokingly, "Come and call me Sister Ping."

"Thank you dear Sister Ping! You are so kind!" My happy look also made the other party feel very happy. The call of "sister" satisfied my psychology to a great extent.

"How about this? How about I teach you how to shoot? After all, you don't seem to be able to protect yourself..." It is indeed too chaotic outside now. This little guy was rescued from other mystics. "As long as you learn this move, you will be invincible among mortals!"

"I'm sorry... I'm not very good at long-handled weapons. I have already practiced sword. Can you give me some pointers? Oh, it's okay. It doesn't matter if I can't do it..." He knew a little about swordsmanship, so he nodded and agreed to this polite request.

"It's okay. Indeed, everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. How about fighting me for two moves? I don't know how to use my magical powers."

"That's fine, but be gentle..." I have more important things to do. I've done enough to improve my impression of her, but I really like Sister Ping.

"Don't worry, I know the limits of a mortal's body!"

He took out his spear and made a gesture as if he was ready to fight. However, he was a mortal after all, so of course he had to give in a little: "How about this, you hit me with three moves first, I won't counterattack these three moves, and then we can fight normally from then on."

"Okay!" His sword was also picked up. It was indeed a good sword. It had been placed in a dark and damp place for such a long time, but it was not rusty at all.

The first move was the simplest slash. When he was about to get close, he suddenly stabbed with his backhand, but his intention was seen through and he easily blocked it: "That's a good move, it caught him off guard, great."

The next moment, he began to slide up from under the spear. There were faint sparks from the collision of swords. When he touched the high ground, he suddenly fell down. This was also easily parried: "Good idea, good speed, but a little lack of strength."

It seemed that he was about to draw out the sword to proceed to the next move, but when the sword was still attached to the spear, it suddenly turned and stabbed at the body at an incredible angle. This time it was extremely fast, but it was still blocked: "Let the opponent relax his vigilance and use this opportunity to perform a fatal move. It's a good idea, and the intention of the attack is also well hidden, but you are facing me..."

The following attacks were like running water, pouring out from all angles, and one could only resist with all one's strength. Not to mention attacking, even resisting was very strenuous.

The opponent was still holding back his strength, fearing that he might hurt himself, and he didn't even use the tip of the spear to attack him.

I tried my best to defend myself. I haven't studied for too long, so even if I have talent, it can't compare to the accumulation of years.

She disappeared faster and faster, as if she was satisfied with her ability to resist, with a slight smile on her lips. I have to say, even at this moment, she still looked extremely ostentatious.

That's why I laughed. I felt like I hadn't experienced this kind of battle in a long time, where you were crushed but not hurt, and the opponent was feeding you moves. Except for the feeling I had with my teacher at the beginning, I never had it again.

He let go of his hands and feet, and devoted himself completely to the battle. His moves became more fierce, and he began to try to fight back.

Those who had decided to slow down their movements at the beginning and give each other some encouragement would smile knowingly when they saw the increasingly fierce moves, and the moves in their hands began to gradually open and close, like the real marksmanship at the beginning.