Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

So she nodded and agreed. ................................................

At dusk, Zhongli stood in the courtyard, looking at the seafood feast on the table which was even more luxurious than before, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Song Yinjian, who was standing beside him, had a gentle smile on his face, "Emperor, I already know all the 'good things' you have done for me.

To express my gratitude to you, I specially prepared this seafood feast. Please eat more."

When Zhongli learned that his affair had been exposed, he could only admit his mistake. He gently waved his hand and said, "I owe you a favor."

"Emperor, why are you being so polite to me? I will remember the favor, but you must not let me down."

Song Yinjian responded with his mouth, but his hands did not slow down either. Without any explanation, he gently pushed Zhongli to sit on the chair.

Then, he picked up the chopsticks on the table, and with skill and a bit of "eagerness", he quickly picked up the sticky seafood on the plate and put it into Zhongli's bowl.

But in the blink of an eye, the porcelain bowls were piled up like a small mountain.

Zhongli glanced at the bowl and felt his stomach churning and his whole body became uncomfortable.

"Hey, nephew, you're going too far!" Li Shui, who was sitting at the dining table, said dissatisfiedly when he saw this.

Zhongli was about to agree with him when he heard him continue, "The Emperor likes this. How can you use such a small bowl? Go get a bowl as big as a washbasin."

Zhongli's face turned pale when he heard this. He waved his hands repeatedly, "You absolutely cannot do this!!!"

Song Yinjian understood the principle of knowing when to stop and did not actually take any action.

Afterwards, the three of them sat around the round table, drinking wine and chatting and laughing.

During this time, Li Shui suddenly screamed, "Yin Jian, you... you actually established your foundation? How the hell is this possible?"

Song Yinjian nodded affirmatively, "Exactly."

"Did I misjudge you?" Li Shui rubbed his eyes, a look of disbelief on his face. "That's right, you're still that unqualified loser."

As he spoke, he grabbed his hair, his face full of thought.

But no matter how hard I think about it, I can't understand why such a counterintuitive thing would happen.

Just don't think about it. Things that go against common sense happen from time to time in this world.

Song Yinjian said slowly, "Uncle Master, you promised to teach me thunder magic."

Upon hearing this, Li Shui forced an awkward smile on his face and said awkwardly, "Junior Brother Yin Jian, how about you learn something else?"

"Uncle-master, you are not going to cheat and deny your promise, are you?" Song Yinjian raised his eyebrows and questioned.

When Li Shui heard this, his face immediately turned purple. He was extremely angry and raised his voice, "I am a person of status after all. How could I cheat with a youngster like you! It's just..."

"Just what?" Song Yinjian asked anxiously.

Li Shui had no choice but to explain the reason: "This thunder technique was learned by me from Grand Marshal Teng Snake. If I want to teach you, I need the permission of the Great Sage Subduing Demons."

Hearing the name of the Great Sage Subduing Demons, a lonely young man in green instantly appeared in Song Yinjian's mind.

Chapter 58: Catch and Pull

Not long after, Li Shui left in a hurry with an embarrassed look on his face. Before leaving, he did not forget to leave behind a precious spell book "Qingshui Sword" and a bunch of elixirs for cultivation in the foundation-building stage.

Song Yinjian was naturally overjoyed and hurriedly put them away one by one.

Then, he swiftly cleared the table and carefully brewed two cups of Chenyu Xian Tea.

In an instant, the aroma of tea wafted like wispy smoke, slowly spreading to every corner of the courtyard.

Zhongli looked at Song Yinjian, whose aura was becoming increasingly ethereal and otherworldly. A flicker of undisguised admiration flashed across his eyes. He said, "Boss Song, don't worry about the Thunder Technique. I can just tell the Demon Subduing Great Sage."

Song Yinjian said gratefully, "Thank you. I'll trouble you, Emperor."

Zhongli waved his hand gently, his expression relaxed. "If you really want to thank me, then help me build a Yaksha Temple."

Song Yinjian was speechless. Give this old man a ladder and he will climb up.

He didn't say anything, but just stretched out his right hand and rubbed his fingers. The meaning was obvious.

Zhongli watched this action, a look of embarrassment instantly appearing on his face. "As far as common sense is concerned, a guest of a funeral shop wouldn't have Mora on him."

When Song Yinjian heard this, he couldn't help but pour out the complaints he had been holding back for a long time.

He pointed at Zhongli and complained bluntly, "Old Deng, why do you pick on me for this kind of thing?

Can't you just change someone? Ningguang is so rich, one toilet in the Qun Yu Pavilion is enough to build ten Yaksha temples, go grab her!

If she hadn't had your secret help back then, she would have been taken to the Zhudian Boat."

After hearing these words, even though Zhongli was thick-skinned enough, he felt a little embarrassed.

He stammered awkwardly, "She's different from you."

Song Yinjian sighed when he heard this, "What's the difference? Isn't it just that I'm easier to talk to?

Emperor, if you really want me to continue working, you have to give me some benefits!

You want the horse to run, but you don't want it to eat grass. How can such a good thing be possible?"

Zhongli's expression became complicated when he heard this.

In thousands of years, Song Yinjian was the first person to ask for benefits from him so directly, and he was also a disciple of an immortal.

However, he did not dislike him, but rather admired his frankness and sincerity.

Zhongli pondered for a moment, and then said four words.

When Song Yinjian heard these four words, he froze in place, his face full of astonishment.

As for what Zhongli was talking about, he would be willing to build a hundred Yaksha temples, let alone one.

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The next day, before the morning light had time to break through the thick veil of night, Gan Yu had already set off with her graceful steps, her figure as light as a wild goose, quietly walking on the quiet and deserted streets.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of her footsteps could be heard, gently tapping on the stone pavement, as if whispering to the sleeping streets.

When she was halfway there and approaching the port, she suddenly realized that the route she was heading was not the one she had planned.

I originally planned to go straight back to Yujingtai, but Song Yinjian's handsome face appeared in my mind.

So she turned around and walked towards the direction of the immortal rituals.

When he was about to arrive, he looked up and saw Song Yinjian in a neatly dressed mane, tall and graceful, with an outstanding demeanor like a bamboo swaying in the wind, and a free and easy aura.

"Senior Sister Ganyu, you are here." Song Yinjian said softly with a smile on his face.

Gan Yu said softly, "Junior brother, thank you for your help."

Song Yinjian smiled and shook his head. "If this is considered trouble, I hope Senior Sister Ganyu will trouble me for the rest of my life."

After saying this, he turned sideways, raised his hand, made a gesture of invitation, and then led Gan Yu slowly into the courtyard of the shop.

Shen He heard the movement and took the initiative to walk out of his room. He walked in front of Gan Yu and said softly, "Senior Sister Gan Yu."

Gan Yu looked at Shen He, who was as cold as snow, and a trace of guilt flashed in her eyes, "Junior sister, I'm sorry, I should come to see you more often."

Upon hearing this, Shen He raised her white hand and waved it, "Senior Sister, don't worry. Junior Brother treats me very well. I am doing well here."

Gan Yu wanted to say something, but she heard Song Yinjian calling out, "Come and have breakfast, or it will get cold.

Senior Sister Shen He, come and have some food. It’s all very light. Let’s sit down and eat together.”

Shen He originally didn't plan to eat breakfast, but when he heard "eat together", he changed his mind.

In a flash, the three of them gathered around the dinner table.

The table was filled with a dazzling array of delicious breakfasts, including steamed buns steaming in the steamer, golden, crispy and fluffy fried dough sticks, hair-thin dried bean curd, and siu mai with fine folds... There were all kinds of dim sum and food available.

Seeing this, Gan Yu blushed and said softly, "Junior brother, there's no need to go through so much trouble.

All I need for breakfast is a bowl of plain noodles."

Song Yinjian replied very seriously, "I want to be nicer to Senior Sister, and I also want her to have a better life."

When Gan Yu heard this, she felt an inexplicable emotion spreading in her heart.

In the hundreds of years that he has been in Liyue, no one has ever been so kind to him except his master.

She looked into Song Yinjian's dark eyes and said solemnly, "Junior brother, I will treat you well too."

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian nodded.

Shen He, who was standing by, saw this scene and felt inexplicably upset and uneasy, as if he had lost something very important.

At this moment, a slightly rough but warm hand quietly reached under the table and gently held her slightly cold fingertips.

Her delicate body trembled, and she looked up in surprise, and what caught her eyes was Song Yinjian's tender gaze.

In an instant, the boredom and uneasiness in my heart disappeared, replaced by endless sweetness.

The three of them sat together and enjoyed this sumptuous breakfast in a beautiful and harmonious atmosphere.

Soon, breakfast was over and Ganyu said goodbye and left.

In the warm morning light, she walked briskly towards Yujingtai with a smile on her face, as if something good had happened.

In the courtyard, Song Yinjian cleared the table and returned to his room for a comfortable nap.

He didn't wake up until noon.

As soon as Song Yinjian stepped into the store, an old man dressed in coarse cloth and with a gloomy expression hurriedly came up to him.

His face was filled with sorrow, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked with sobs and anxiety: "Boss Song, my son Gou San'er is dying of illness. Could you please come over?"

Song Yinjian's heart sank, and he sighed softly, then followed the old man towards his home.

In fact, under normal circumstances, most funeral arrangements are made before the deceased passes away to prevent no one from handling the aftermath.

The two men walked hurriedly, and soon they arrived at the south of the city and stopped in front of a very dilapidated house.

Before he even entered the house, he heard a heart-wrenching cough from inside. The sound was weak and painful.

Chapter 59 There is only one disease in the world

When Song Yinjian stepped into the room, he saw a young man lying on the bed. He looked to be no more than twenty years old.

His face was sallow, his body was skinny, his chest was heaving rapidly, and he was breathing heavily.

The old man was extremely worried. He strode to the bedside, leaned over, and asked repeatedly with concern, "Son, how are you feeling?"

Gou Saner forced himself to stay calm, forcing a smile from the corner of his mouth. His throat felt like it was stuffed with rags, and his voice was hoarse and broken: "I... I'm fine, Dad, don't worry too much."

After he finished speaking, his gaze passed over his father and fell on Song Yinjian beside him, "Boss Song, you're here."

Song Yinjian looked at Gou San'er carefully and said, "You are still young. This disease is not terminal and can be cured."

When Gou Saner heard this, a glimmer of hope for survival flashed across his eyes, but the light soon dimmed.

At this time, his father was already in tears. He raised his hands and beat his chest fiercely, sobbing: "Wuwuwu... It's all my fault. I'm a loser. I can't make money and I can't cure your illness... Wuwuwu..."

Gou Saner used up all his strength, waved his hands weakly, and said in a weak voice, "Dad, don't say that. It's not your fault. It's me... I have a bad fate."

Song Yinjian felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart when he saw this scene, and he couldn't help but think of a classic line from a movie - There is only one disease in this world, and that is poverty.

He sighed softly, "I'll take you to see a doctor. As for the medicine money, you can pay it back when you get better."

When Gou Saner heard this, he couldn't believe his ears.

His elderly and frail father was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, knelt on his knees with a plop, and was about to kowtow to express his gratitude.

Song Yinjian rushed forward, held the old man's arm, and used all his strength to support him up to prevent him from kneeling.

Then he called a flatbed truck outside and dragged Gou San'er towards Bubu Lu.

On the way, Song Yinjian looked at the weak Gou San'er and sighed in his heart that he really couldn't bear to see the suffering of the lower class people.

What he didn't know was that not far behind him, Zhongli and a stern-looking young man were watching his every move.

"Xiao, do you think he can use the thunder magic of Marshal Tengshe?" Zhongli asked Xiao in a calm tone.

Xiao's expression remained calm as he replied, "Yes."

Zhongli continued, "I hope you can protect him for a while."

Xiao responded, "Yes."

After saying this, his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness.