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

If the emperor really passed away, they would definitely commemorate him with sincere feelings.

But at this moment, they just wanted to finish reading the script as soon as possible.

After all, the Emperor didn't really fall.

At this time, the sun gradually rose, the scorching sunlight became stronger, and the temperature also rose.

Under the stage, many people were sweating profusely, and some had even started walking back to Liyue Harbor.

At this moment, Song Yinjian said loudly: "Family, it's time for our old friend Lishui Dieshan Zhenjun to send out the first wave of benefits."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people at the scene became excited, and their expressions, which were originally a little listless due to the heat, instantly became energetic.

I saw the True Lord Lishui Dieshan coming in the air with a graceful posture, his clothes fluttering, leaving graceful arcs in the air, and he had a kind of elegant and graceful demeanor like a god.

He flew to Song Yinjian's side and stood still, then waved his sleeves lightly.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed immediately. Above the originally cloudless sky, a dense blue cloud quickly gathered and quickly covered the entire sky.

Then, a fine drizzle as fine as silk and like a gentle rain fell down.

The raindrops fell on everyone, and they felt a refreshing coolness that instantly spread throughout their bodies. The heat in their bodies was swept away, and they felt comfortable and relaxed all over, which was indescribably comfortable.

Experienced people have opened their mouths and tilted their heads back to catch the raindrops.

After a while, the drizzle gradually stopped, but the blue clouds in the sky did not disperse. They were still piled up there in layers, like a huge parasol, shielding the people below from the scorching sun.

Song Yinjian looked at Master Lishui Dieshan with a smile, "Uncle Lishui, I won't say anything else. I still have to work for the welfare of my family."

Li Shui no longer had the awkwardness and nervousness he had when he first took the stage. He jokingly scolded, "Hey, don't you have bottled Xianlin for sale?"

"Yes, uncle, but the price of Xianlin is one thousand Mora per bottle, which is still a bit expensive for some people." Song Yinjian replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, the poorer people below the stage raised their heads and looked at Song Yinjian with gratitude in their eyes.

One thousand Moras of Xianlin may not be a big deal for people from wealthy families, but for people like them with meager incomes, it is still a luxury.

Now, Song Yinjian can consider them and try to get a more favorable price. How can they not be moved?

Upon hearing this, Li Shui glared at Song Yinjian in mock anger, "I only charged you the cost price for the immortal dew I provided you, and yet you're still asking for more."

His expression was lively and funny, causing the audience to burst into laughter, and the atmosphere on the scene became more relaxed and cheerful.

Song Yinjian shamelessly continued, "Uncle Master, please be kind and give everyone a big benefit.

You can get a 20% discount today, and buy five bottles and get one free!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience exclaimed in surprise. They simply couldn't believe their ears.

The one thousand Mora's Xianlin was already a free benefit, and now there was such a big discount, which made them want to buy it right away.

Li Shui first showed an embarrassment, then after a while of hesitation, he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. It's my bad luck to have a nephew like you."

Upon hearing this, Song Yinjian quickly said respectfully, "Thank you, Uncle Master!"

Then, he spoke rapidly to the crowd below the stage, "Everyone, tomorrow morning, all the major shops of the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce will have bottles of Xianlin for sale. The price is 800 Mora per bottle. Buy five bottles and get one free. Quantities are limited, so it's on a first-come, first-served basis."

After the first wave of benefits were given out, the process of sending the immortals continued. Representatives from all walks of life in Liyue came on stage to mourn the death of the Emperor.

Song Yinjian stood on the stage, looking leisurely into the distance.

At this time, a Qianyan Army of hundreds of people, led by Zhiyi, was rushing here.

This drama is finally reaching its climax.

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Tartaglia stood outside the Golden House and looked at a luxury cruise ship in the distant sea.

When he saw a small yacht withdrawing from the passenger ship, he took out a stack of talismans with no taboos from his pocket.

He took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his arms high and threw the talismans into the sky with force.

In an instant, these talismans seemed to be given life, spinning rapidly around Tartaglia's body, forming a magic circle emitting a mysterious aura.

As the magic circle was formed, the scene between heaven and earth changed instantly.

The originally clear sky was instantly covered by thick dark clouds, plunging the entire sea into darkness and depression.

And in the waters of Guoyun Pavilion, a hundred miles away from Liyue Harbor, a terrifying aura of an ancient demon suddenly erupted from beneath the sea.

The vortex demon Osel, who had been suppressed for a thousand years, was released!

The unimaginably huge figure appeared and disappeared in the sea, like a moving island.

It rushed towards Liyue Harbor at an astonishing speed. Wherever it passed, the sea water was stirred up into huge waves dozens of feet high, spreading out in all directions like walls of water.

For a moment, the entire sea surface became turbulent, with huge waves surging, and the bodyguards wanted to ruthlessly swallow up everything on the sea surface.

The luxury passenger ship, which originally seemed extremely solid, was like a small boat, shaking and bumping constantly under the impact of the huge waves.

Finally, under the ruthless impact of a series of huge waves tens of meters high, the luxury cruise ship could no longer bear it, made a dull breaking sound, and then capsized completely.

The people on the boat fell into the water one after another. Their shouts and cries for help seemed so weak in the strong wind and huge waves. They were soon drowned by the surging waves and disappeared in the vast ocean.

Chapter 101 Come on, show off your talents!

After the last representative from all walks of life in Liyue finished mourning for the Emperor, Song Yinjian did not move on to the next segment, but stood quietly on the stage, as if patiently waiting for something.

After a while, the audience noticed something strange.

Led by Zhiyi, hundreds of Qianyan soldiers armed with sharp spears rushed over from the back in a hurry. They quickly spread out like a tightening net, instantly surrounding Qixing who was sitting in the front row of the stage.

The shiny tip of the gun flashed with a cold light and was pointed directly at them.

For a moment, the whole audience was stunned. People stared with wide eyes, looking at the sudden change in shock.

Ningguang looked calm and composed. She raised her head slightly and glanced calmly at the Qianyan Army around her, but a hint of regret flashed across the depths of her eyes.

She did not feel sorry for Zhiyi, but felt sorry for these Qianyan soldiers who became victims of ambitious people.

Keqing had already stood up angrily, the Dragon Roar box in her hand flashing with purple lightning. She shouted sternly, "Listen up, all Qianyan soldiers! Leaving your base without the order of Qixing is tantamount to rebellion!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Qianyan soldiers looked at each other, with a hint of confusion and fear in their eyes.

The order they received was to arrest the murderer who assassinated the emperor. It was an act of justice, not rebellion.

However, from the moment they left the base, there was only one road ahead of them.

Failure is treason, victory is justice!

Just as the Qianyan Army was shocked by Keqing's words and wanted to retreat, and the team began to become a little restless, Zhiyi walked over with confidence.

Today, he is full of vigor and vitality, and his every move and gesture carries the aura of a self-proclaimed superior.

"Keqing, I have evidence that you, the Seven Stars, are plotting to murder the Emperor. I will now reveal it to the public at this Immortal Sending Ceremony, so that the people of Liyue can see your true colors."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Tian suddenly stood up from his seat in a rage and shouted, "You beast! Where did you get the evidence? It's obvious that you fabricated the evidence to frame us!"

When Zhiyi heard Uncle Tian's angry scolding, instead of getting angry, he laughed contemptuously, "Whether it is a forgery or not is not up to you to decide."

He turned to look at Keqing, a threatening look in his eyes. "Miss Keqing, I advise you not to fight here. Otherwise, once a fight breaks out, the situation will get out of control and innocent people may be injured."

When Keqing heard this, her face instantly became even colder. She bit her lower lip tightly, but slowly put down the sword in her hand because she saw Song Yinjian on the stage who seemed to be watching a show.

Ye Lan was about to stand up and say something, but Ning Guang beside her calmly held her hand.

Yan Fei, who knew the inside story, naturally would not take any action at this moment.

Only Su Xin had an expression of anxiety and nervousness on her face.

Zhiyi looked at the different reactions of the Seven Stars and suddenly chuckled. His laughter was full of pride and a hint of madness.

Qixing has been firmly under his control. All he needs to do next is to announce the "evidence" on the stage to completely overthrow Qixing and ascend to the pinnacle of power.

Then he turned around and strode onto the stage. Each step he took was firm and powerful, as if he was going to greet the moment of glory he had always dreamed of. He was completely immersed in a state of self-indulgence.

Not long after, he walked in front of Song Yinjian.

He bowed slightly, showing a respectful attitude, and then pleaded, "Master Song, please allow me to publicly expose the crime of Qixing's murder of the Emperor."

Song Yinjian's expression was as calm as water. "What if I say no?"

Zhiyi showed a sinister smile on his face, "I wonder if the immortal can withstand the bombardment of Guizhong Shenji's cannon?

If the immortals can stop it, then can the people here stop it?"

As he said this, he looked at Song Yinjian jokingly, wanting to see his panicked expression.

However, to his disappointment, there was no trace of panic on Song Yinjian's face, and he remained calm and composed.

"Are you a little disappointed?" Song Yinjian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a hint of sneer. "However, I'm in a good mood today. Considering that you've gone to so much trouble, I'm willing to give you a chance.

Come on, show off your talents!"

When Zhiyi heard this, he felt a strong sense of humiliation in his heart.

"you you..."

He roared softly, wishing he could tear the person in front of him into pieces right now.

"Hurry up, everyone is waiting!" Song Yinjian urged again impatiently.

Zhiyi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, then turned to the audience and said loudly: "Hello everyone, I am the leader of the joint investigation team. The mastermind behind the assassination of the Emperor is the Liyue Seven Stars!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole place was in an uproar.

Many people have accused and criticized Qixing, but more people are skeptical.

Then, Zhiyi took out a pile of letters from his arms. He held them high and said loudly, "These letters are the evidence of the connection between Qixing and Ganwei. Each letter contains their secrets.

Besides, the cook in Uncle Tian's house can also prove that the letters are true."

After he finished speaking, at his signal, a fat elderly woman walked up to him tremblingly, her legs and feet shaking and weak.

"Aunt Zhao, tell me what you saw that night!" Zhiyi said to Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao looked at the densely packed crowd below the stage, but she was so nervous that she couldn't utter a word.

Everyone waited quietly for half a day, and the atmosphere on the scene became extremely awkward and dull.

As a result, Aunt Zhao didn't say anything, just stood there, her lips trembling.

Song Yinjian looked at this scene and suddenly felt bored.

Zhiyi is a guy who always fails at critical moments, and his failures are huge.

If Ningguang or Keqing went up to threaten this inexperienced woman now, I guarantee she would tell the truth.

"Zhiyi, it's almost done."

Chapter 102 The farce is over

At this moment, a familiar figure slowly walked over from the back of the stage.

The moment he saw the figure's face clearly, Zhiyi felt his heart sink instantly.

That person was Gan Wei, his senior brother.

At this moment, the two brothers met again, and they felt mixed emotions.

They all aspired to become Seven Stars and dedicate their lives to Liyue, but in the end...

"Junior brother, give up, it's all over."

Gan Wei sighed slightly, with a bitter expression on his face, and spoke.

Upon hearing this, Zhiyi clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with reluctance and stubbornness. He loudly retorted, "No! It's not over yet. There's still a chance!"

As he spoke, he involuntarily took a step forward and grabbed Gan Wei's somewhat skinny hand. His body trembled slightly with emotion, and his eyes were full of earnest pleading, "Big Brother, please stand on my side.

As long as I succeed this time, I promise to give you a seven-star position, and... the Qun Yu Chamber of Commerce, I will also give you!"

When Gan Wei heard this, there was a slight ripple in his heart for a moment, but it quickly disappeared.

His expression became extremely serious, and he said, "Junior brother, there is no need to engage in these meaningless struggles anymore."

After saying this, he resolutely withdrew his hand, no longer paying attention to Zhiyi's almost pleading eyes, turned to face all the people present, took a deep breath, and then shouted with all his strength: "To all the people of Liyue, I am sorry, I am Gan Wei, the murderer who assassinated the Emperor.

Everything I did was instructed by the presidents of the major guilds in Liyue. They wanted to overthrow the Seven Stars and bring Liyue under their permanent control."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhiyi felt his legs go limp and he uncontrollably half-knelt on the stage.

He knew that everything was over!