I am in Genshin Impact, I can use the stick warrior talent

After three days of intense investigation, there was still no progress. To make matters worse, the surviving prisoner in the interrogation room was assassinated again, causing the entire General Affairs Department to fall into panic. As a Yuheng star, Keqing is under great pressure.

Finally finding a chance to catch her breath, Keqing hurried back to Yujingtai, hoping to recover a little strength in order to continue the search tomorrow.

However, before this short break, she still had one important matter to attend to - reading the envelope hastily delivered by a Thousand Rocks soldier this afternoon.

The room was shrouded in darkness. Keqing did not light the candle immediately, but walked to the window sill. She opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter carefully in the dim afterglow outside the window. As the words became clearer, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

The letter read: [From Keqing: How have you been these days? I want to see you and tell you something. Let's meet tomorrow. The location is here. The map is clearly marked. Su Chen, May 31st]

The letter also included a map of the outskirts of Liyue. After reading it, Keqing was filled with doubts.

She carefully examined the letter again and found a trace of ink stains next to the signature of "Su Chen". Although the handwriting was similar, Keqing knew that Su Chen was not a sloppy person who would even stain his signature with ink. She subconsciously propped up her chin and fell into deep thought.

A few minutes later, Keqing put the letter down and carefully put it into a nearby drawer.

She turned around, her eyes falling on the Wumeng Sword leaning against the wall. "It's decided," she said to herself.

If it was the real Su Chen, she could take this opportunity to learn more about the thief; if not, then this sword would become her weapon for self-defense.

Keqing gently touched the hairpin in her hair and put down the sword she usually carried with her. She walked towards the Wumeng Sword. The cold hilt made her palms feel a little cold, but she just whispered: "I hope we can go back to the past."

Silently asking Su Chen about his situation over the past few days, she walked towards the unknown with firm steps.

The next morning, the June soil was wet and muddy, and Keqing stepped on it, feeling the fusion of the sky and the earth. Her movements were neat and tidy, holding the map in her right hand and the Wumeng Sword behind her with her left hand, and she walked quickly along the route indicated on the map.

When we arrived at the agreed location, we saw an open area in front of us. The only special thing was a huge old tree, standing in the middle of the open space, as if it had witnessed countless past events.

At dusk in Yujing Terrace, the setting sun seemed to sink into the horizon very slowly, leaving behind a wisp of afterglow. Keqing stood under a huge old tree, her figure insignificant under the shelter of the tree. She only took a brief glance around, then put away the map, looked around vigilantly, and pressed her right hand tightly on the hilt of the Wumeng Sword.

"Su Chen?" She called softly, but there was silence all around. Her eyes froze slightly, and she exerted some force on her fingers, preparing to draw her sword. But just as she was about to draw her sword, a clear female voice interrupted her movements.

"How come the sword I gave to my brother is in your hands?" As the voice fell, a blonde girl in silver armor and a skirt walked out from behind the tree.

"Ying? Is it you?" Although Keqing saw that there was no expression on Ying's face, she knew that she was Su Chen's sister, so she put the sword back into the scabbard and asked.

"How can it not be me? My brother's body has only recovered halfway." Ying's voice was cold. She folded her arms and walked slowly towards Keqing.

"Better? Su Chen... " Before Keqing could finish her words, she felt a sudden vibration in the air, and a black and purple mist suddenly pounced towards her.

Keqing reacted very quickly and dodged to the side. She stomped her right foot on the ground and quickly drew out the Wumeng Sword, trying to block the black mist. She gritted her teeth, and the ground under her feet was scratched by the impact, but she still held the hilt tightly and refused to let go.

"This power...!" Keqing was surprised. She clenched her left hand, a purple lightning gathered in her palm, and then she swung it to the ground.

"Bang!" With the sound of the explosion, smoke and dust scattered. Keqing coughed and looked at Ying in surprise and doubt.

"Ahem... What kind of power is this? Ying, who are you?" If she hadn't used the power of the Eye of God in time, she could hardly imagine what would have happened to her.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I love my brother and can give everything for him." Ying's voice was cold. Her right hand was slightly opened, and a purple-black aura condensed in her hand.

"Give me back the sword I gave to my brother." As soon as Ying's voice fell, Keqing felt a huge force pulling her arm.

"Ugh...!" Keqing felt her arm almost dislocated, and her forehead was immediately covered with cold sweat. She stared at the Wumeng Sword in her hand, and saw that the sword was already glowing with a black light similar to Ying. She was unwilling to give up, but she also knew that if she lost this sword, she would be in a desperate situation.

[If you don’t let go…! ]

But if she insisted, her right hand might be crippled. Cold sweat slid down the girl's eyelashes to both sides. She felt the weakness in her right hand becoming stronger and stronger. After weighing the pros and cons in her mind, Keqing sighed helplessly and finally let go of her hand.

"call out!"

With a swift sound, the Wumeng Sword that had just escaped from Keqing's hand began to fly towards Ying's hand. Seeing Ying holding the sword in her hand, Keqing pressed the joint of her right hand in pain and said in a trembling voice:

"Ying... are you... Tsk..."

The blonde girl in front of her had a pair of emotionless golden eyes that revealed infinite coldness. Seeing this, Keqing's words that she was about to say suddenly came to an end. She could only hold down her right arm tightly and pull it upwards to prevent the joint from dislocating.

"Oh, now that things have come to this, don't you care about your own life first?"

He danced the Wumeng Sword lightly for a moment, looked at the silver flowers flashing from the tip of the sword downwards, then Ying swung the tip of the sword, tilted the sword slightly, and walked towards Keqing who was still struggling.

When leaving, Ying spread out her hands slightly, and a black gas lingered around Keqing, making her unable to move.

The silver-white sword reflected Keqing's face. At this moment, she had a frown on her face and could only bite her lips until a trace of blood appeared. The girl's legs were shaking due to excessive force.

"Look at your face... How did you, the once dignified Yuhengxing, become like this today?"

Lifting Keqing's chin with the tip of the sword, and watching Keqing helplessly raise her head following the movement of the sword, Ying's voice was filled with only pity for the dying person.

"Ying, why would you..."

Although Ying's murderous intent towards her was unmistakable, Keqing still didn't understand where this murderous intent came from until now.

"You want to ask me why I want to kill you, right?"

Looking at Keqing's dusty face, Ying used his right hand to slightly force and slowly drew a tiny blood mark on the girl's pretty face.

"Yes, why... do you want to kill me."

The sharp tip of the sword left a stinging pain on the side of her face, and Keqing's eyes gradually showed a bit of fatigue.

"Because I hate your existence, Keqing. Do you know that because you are still alive, your brother has to endure immense pain? He has given you all his love, but not only do you not know how to cherish it, you are also constantly, time and time again, hurting his heart!"

After the loud roar, Ying's expression was no longer as calm as it was at the beginning. Instead, his pupils revealed endless bloody madness, and even the strength of his right hand wielding the sword increased again and again.

"Oh, such a good sword is stained with your blood, what bad luck!"

After saying that, Ying swung the tip of the sword and looked at the hideous bloodstains on Keqing's face, which spread to the snow-white neck of the purple-haired girl, where blood was constantly dripping down. But he smiled slightly and said:

"Is it okay now? You're already disfigured. You don't deserve your brother's love anymore, so...!"

As he spoke, Ying pointed the sword and wanted to pierce Keqing's chest with the Wumeng Sword.

"Ying, finally, I just want to ask you one thing."

"...Heh, go ahead."

On the contrary, even though she knew her face was ruined and she was aware of the approaching death, Keqing's words remained calm at this moment. Seeing Ying's agreement, the girl raised her eyes slightly and said lightly:

"Su Chen...Is he okay these three days since I left?"

"How dare you mention my brother to me!"

Upon hearing this, a circle of black mist suddenly exploded around Ying. He raised the sword in his right hand again and stabbed directly at Keqing's left shoulder.

Keqing felt a sharp pain, and a bloody mark was cut on her left shoulder by the tip of Ying's sword. The pain made her frown, and she took a breath and took a few steps back involuntarily. However, when she touched the black mist that surrounded her, her skin seemed to be burned by the steam, leaving a charred mark. Her body was shaky and it was obvious that she could no longer support herself.

Seeing Keqing's miserable appearance, Ying couldn't help but sneer: "Thanks to you, my brother almost died of a high fever!"

Hearing this, Keqing's heartache and self-blame surged like a tide. Her eyes became empty and her voice was filled with shock: "I...I really did so many wrong things?"

But she quickly asked again eagerly: "Is he better now? Does he really give me all his love?"

Ying roared: "You don't deserve your brother's love! When he was unconscious, he was calling your name, Yuhengxing Keqing!"

These words hit Keqing's heart like a heavy hammer. She backed away again, ignoring the pain of the burns behind her. Keqing trembled, her voice full of regret and pain: "I...what did I do...I did it to him...he did it to me..."

Ying's words were like a sharp blade that pierced Keqing's heart. She felt her heart was mercilessly pierced, and the pain and guilt burned her soul like a raging fire, making her feel as if she was trapped in a sea of ​​fire with nowhere to escape.

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PS: The setting here is equivalent to another parallel world where time is restarted. Yingmei is affected by the power of the abyss and temporarily falls into the control of the abyss. It can be regarded as a slight creation.

Chapter 218: Ying and Keqing's harem dispute

Keqing's lips trembled, and her eyes flashed with complex emotions. She clenched her hands, her fingertips turned white, and her heart was like a surging wave, trying hard to piece together those difficult words.

Yingmei noticed Keqing's hesitation and struggle, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, as if she was holding her fate in her hands.

She suddenly raised the Wumeng Sword, the tip of the sword pointed at Keqing's pale and delicate neck. Her eyes suddenly opened, and she shouted angrily: "As a price, go to hell!"

The Wumeng Sword brought a fierce gust of wind and slashed towards Keqing fiercely. But Keqing did not show any fear, but responded calmly: "No, I will not die, sister Ying."

"...What?" Yingmei stopped in surprise. The tip of the sword was close to Keqing's ear, but she showed no fear. Keqing slowly raised her head, her eyes were firm and deep, looking directly into Yingmei's eyes, and said calmly: "Because of this, I will not die."

Yingmei frowned and asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Keqing lowered her head, gently stroked the ends of her hair with her left hand, and said slowly: "I want to live, I will definitely live. No matter what the result is, I will say those words in front of him..."

Keqing closed her eyes, and memories of her and Su Chen flashed through her mind: the interrogation room where they first met, the chance encounter in the pavilion, every encounter was unforgettable. But at this moment, she didn't want to say "I'm sorry" anymore. She wanted to face her own heart and speak her mind to the blond boy who had always been with her -

"Thank you..." she said softly.

Yingmei seemed a little confused when she heard this sudden thanks and stopped the sword in her hand. However, Keqing hadn't finished her words yet: "And then... I like you."

A trace of shock flashed across Yingmei's eyes, while Keqing's eyes became firm at this moment, and lightning flashed behind her. Purple lightning gathered behind her, shattering the black barrier that surrounded her. Yingmei felt that the situation had reversed, and when she was about to swing her sword to counterattack, Keqing had already moved.

With a "bang!", Keqing moved extremely quickly, swinging the purple lightning hairpin in her hand and pointing it directly at Yingmei's neck. Yingmei's golden pupils reflected the swift purple lightning, but she knew it was too late.

Yingmei muttered to herself, with a helpless look on her face.

Keqing saw the infinite disappointment on Yingmei's face, and her heart softened. She used up her last bit of strength to stop her sprint. The hairpin only raised a cloud of dust, but did not touch Yingmei's neck. Yingmei slowly opened her eyes, and saw that the hairpin was less than a centimeter away from her neck.

The next moment, Keqing, who had already been overdrawn, could not help but groan in pain. With trembling hands, she slowly retracted the hairpin, her eyes revealing deep helplessness and pain. She stared at the bewildered Yingmei in front of her and said in a deep voice: "You are Su Chen's only sister... I won't... Tsk... I can't possibly do anything to you..."

As she spoke, Keqing felt dizzy from her overloaded body. Her mind went blank, and her legs suddenly lost strength, and she fell to her knees on the ground. The swelling and pain in her right arm became more and more severe, the new sword wound on her left shoulder was stinging and unbearable, the burning sensation on her back was like fire, and the blood that kept dripping down her face made her look even more haggard. The price of forcibly overdrawing the power of the lightning element made her unable to stand up again.

Without a sword, how could she defeat an enemy who was several times stronger than herself, even if she tried her best? Keqing felt desperate. She looked up at the sky, only to see it gradually darken and a drizzle of rain slowly fell.

"Keqing...what do you mean..." There was a hint of gloom in Yingmei's voice, and her eyes were complicated and difficult to read.

Keqing turned around and saw Yingmei holding the Wumeng Sword tightly with both hands, with a complicated expression, as if she was weighing something. "I don't want to attack you, that's all." Keqing's voice was weak but firm.

“Heh… fake mercy again…” Yingmei sneered, “As a traveler from another world, survival is necessary, and death is also inevitable, you… Keqing!”

Listening to Yingmei's words, Keqing felt a stronger sense of foreboding. Yingmei suddenly raised the Wumeng Sword and pointed it coldly at Keqing's heart.

"To be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself."

"Go to hell!" A twisted look of anger appeared on Yingmei's face, and the Wumeng sword suddenly stabbed at Keqing.

"Squeak!" Keqing heard the sound of her clothes being torn by the sword tip. The Wumeng Sword only pierced her heart skin.

"Sister Ying, you...Puff——" Keqing endured the pain and blood spurted out of her mouth. This new wound became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Yingmei suddenly stopped and looked at Keqing with complicated eyes. "It's a pity to kill you with this sword." She threw the Wumeng Sword aside and let the rain wash it away.

As the rain grew heavier, the tip of the Wumeng Sword began to emit a silvery-white glow. However, in this rainy night, no one noticed that the sword was quietly emitting a purple glow.

Facing the exhausted Keqing, Yingmei's eyes flashed with hesitation, but were soon replaced by determination. She clenched her right hand, and black mist swirled around her, gradually condensing into a suffocating force. "Then, let this power turn you into dust." Her voice was low and cold, and the ruthless light in her eyes seemed to be declaring Keqing's fate.

Keqing knew very well how terrible this power was. Once she was enveloped by it, her life would cease to exist. But facing death, she showed a hint of determination in her eyes: "Is that so? Sister Ying...it's okay." Even so, she still couldn't say to Su Chen the words hidden in her heart.

Yingmei looked at Keqing's smile, and an inexplicable anger surged in her heart: "Your smile is really annoying!" Her face was distorted, and her heart was filled with indescribable emotions. She clenched her right hand, and black energy surged, rushing towards Keqing.

"Go to hell!" Yingmei's voice was filled with murderous intent.

“Sister Ying! Stop it--!!!” Suddenly, an urgent voice broke the tense atmosphere.

Time goes back to the morning. Xiangling stretched lazily, humming a little tune while tidying up the tables and chairs in Wanmin Hall.

Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps on the stairs. She looked back and saw Su Chen holding his abdomen with one hand and holding the stairs with the other, walking down with difficulty.

"Su Chen?!" Xiang Ling cried out in surprise.

"I have to go get something." Su Chen forced a smile, his face pale, but his eyes revealed a determined light. "Don't worry, I can still hold on."

Xiangling hurriedly supported him, and asked about his health with concern as they walked. Su Chen gently waved his hand, indicating that he could still hold on, and then continued to walk out slowly.

Xiangling's eyes flashed with worry, and her voice was filled with concern: "Is this really okay for you? What do you want to get? I'll help you..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Chen shook his head decisively, with an indescribable determination flashing in his eyes: "This matter is of great significance to me, I must do it myself. Today is the deadline."

"You...but Yingmei has left...what about Paimeng? She can go with you! Your body hasn't fully recovered yet, you can't be alone." Xiangling's voice was full of anxiety.

A determined light flashed across Su Chen's face. He knew Xiang Ling's worries, but he still said resolutely: "Paimeng took care of me all night last night. I think she should have a good rest."

Recalling the time when he woke up this morning and saw Paimeng sleeping soundly in bed, and the basin of cold hot water on the cabinet, Su Chen felt a sense of gratitude and pity. He took off the wet towel on his forehead, knowing that he could no longer let her run around with him.

"Is that so..." Xiangling's voice was helpless and her eyes were full of concern.

Su Chen looked at her and showed a helpless but gentle smile: "Don't worry, Xiangling, I will be back soon."

Then, he walked lightly out of the hall with only one goal in mind - Mingxingzhai, to get the new hairpin that he had reserved for Keqing.

Xiangling's voice came from behind: "Su Chen, you must come back within twenty minutes, otherwise I will search the entire Liyue--!" Her voice was half joking and half sincere worry.

"Got it, got it." Su Chen responded with brisk steps.

Thinking of how Keqing reconciled with him because of this hairpin, his steps became lighter, as if he had cast aside his physical illness and troubles and welcomed the long-lost comfort.

Su Chen walked in the sunshine, but he didn't realize that he was actually walking with his back to the sun. Behind him, Xiang Ling could only see his figure being reflected by the sun as a lonely black shadow. She frowned slightly, puzzled: "Strange..."

Su Chen's thoughts had already drifted away from Xiangling's words. About forty or fifty minutes later, he stopped in the middle of the street, his eyes showing a trace of confusion.

He looked up and around from time to time, feeling the hurried crowds brushing past him, and a sense of strangeness inexplicably surged in his heart. This place that he was so familiar with, now made him feel particularly strange.

His hand tightly grasped a silver box engraved with a black orchid, and his fingertips gently slid across the smooth surface of the box.