The treasure thieves of Teyvat rob Shenhe

The ordinary tribesmen looked at Lin Ye on the battlefield in astonishment, wondering when this guy became so fierce... and where did Sasin go?

"eleven,"

"ten,"

"Nine,"

"eight,"

Lin Ye counted down while dealing with Kus's attacks.

"****! What are you talking about!" Kus roared.

"two,"

"one."

Lin Ye read out the last number, and then Kus's roar stopped abruptly. Black blood spurted out of his big mouth. He wanted to say something, but he kept coughing up blood. His fat body convulsed, and then he fell to the ground, without a breath.

"The date of your death." Lin Ye said.

The cruel Kus died in a miserable way, and his later years are unknown.

No one reacted to this sudden death. Killing for fun was not absurd, but it made them stunned. For a moment, there was dead silence except for the crackling of the bonfire.

Lin Ye approached Kus to prevent him from reviving his body, and plunged the kitchen knife straight into his forehead. The splattering blood dyed his hands red, but Lin Ye didn't care. He picked up the machete and tried the feel of it.

Lin Ye did not move. He put one foot on Kus's body, ready to pull out the kitchen knife and fight with whoever rushed over at any time. However, his eyes were calm, staring at the confidants who were ready to make a move and the guards who were at a loss.

"who is the next?"

Lin Ye remained calm from beginning to end, as if killing Kus was a trivial matter.

This made his confidants fearful.

Poison was used to kill Kus. The kitchen knife was enchanted. Lin Ye wanted to find an opportunity to seep it into the wine... It can only be said that Kus was too inhuman, so Lin Ye did not continue watching.

Furthermore, it is a good opportunity to establish your authority.

Lin Ye glanced around with a look that was as if he was facing the evil god and the will of the abyss, and these people were so scared that they almost vomited bile.

Ok?

Lin Ye discovered that there was someone in the shadow. He couldn’t see clearly with his current strength, but that did not prevent Lin Ye from having an amazing intuition.

Under the moonlight, a breathtakingly beautiful dancer walked out, her wine-red eyes shining with charming light.

The charming and seductive Zhen Ling raised the corners of her mouth and smiled at Lin Ye.

Lilupal had a look of delight on her face. She liked strong and courageous men because only they were qualified to be conquered by her or to conquer her.

Historically, Lilupal was the one who chose the king of mankind with the mission of the Red King.

Faced with Kus's atrocities, Ormaz stood up, which won the appreciation of Lilupal, who lent a helping hand.

Later, as time went by, Da Zhenling, who had lost his mother's love, tasted the love of a lover for the first time and became crazy from then on.

Now, Lin Ye is alone, shocking the entire tribe. Although he is a humble shepherd, the aura he exudes is incomparably noble. This contrast makes Lilupal unable to help but play with and blaspheme him.

Yes, Lilupal might have been innocent and beautiful when she fell in love for the first time, but now Lilupal is a widow, an old driver, and a woman who has tasted the sweetness of life.

The disheartened Lilufar regained his desire for love because of the forest.

It was as if I wanted to bury myself in his hot chest, as if I wanted to feed him all my thousand years of loneliness and thirst for love, as if I wanted to...

Wait, Lilufar, you are behaving like a slut, how can this be okay? It's as if it's his fresh body that's making your heart flutter.

What if he betrays you like your last husband?

Three generations, oh no, seven generations of excommunication? !

"you are?"

Lin Ye looked at the dancer, her silver braided hair, wine-red eyes, impeccable appearance, graceful and exquisite body, and her cold eyes.

The one who comes is not kind.

A New Year’s letter to book friends

The annual letter-writing session, where you send out Easter egg chapters to participate in a lucky draw, other authors may have also done it these days.

I'd like to take this opportunity to talk about my feelings after writing for more than a year, and some of my random thoughts.

To be honest, I never thought I would be able to write until now. I have read a lot of online literature, so more than 1.7 million words is nothing.

Every time I see the big guys competing for supremacy, certain books becoming extremely popular, or some people's books becoming more and more popular, I always feel that I am a newbie and a little transparent, not even a bystander, and a background that is not described in the novel.

This is not an illusion.

I don't feel anything either.

But the number of subscriptions is decreasing, and if it continues to drop, I won’t be able to maintain full attendance.

This can inevitably be frustrating for an author.

If it is not well written or is superficial, naturally few people will be willing to pay for it.

So I am very grateful to every reader who supports the genuine products. Sometimes my writing is mediocre, but there are still people who stick with me. Thank you.

Those who have been following this know that the author is a very Buddhist person. Even if I lose subscriptions, I am still too lazy to write.

I have some perfectionist tendencies. If I feel that the writing is not good enough, I will not want to write. I will procrastinate until the deadline, and then the writing will be bad as expected.

Couples have the seven-year itch, and I feel it's time for me to write a novel. Maybe it's because I've been having a bad time recently and have a lingering sense of frustration, so I can't even muster the energy to write.

I had the thought of giving up, so I punched myself a few times and continued typing.

I don't know how other Genshin Impact fan fiction authors write their plots. I haven't read them so I don't know clearly. I always feel that if I read them, I will be able to follow their ideas and avoid plagiarism. And if I want to learn, I'm too lazy to read them.

After writing for so long, I almost know what I want to write.

First, the tenacity of mortals and the efforts of gods in disasters. For example, how people in various countries responded to the disaster 500 years ago and how gods loved people. When I saw the Great Kind Tree King sacrificed in the desert, combined with her long-term efforts, I really wanted to cry. I will write about this plot later, but it is hard to say whether the Great Kind Tree King will sacrifice himself.

The second is to describe all kinds of girls.

Compared to characters from the card pool, I prefer to write historical figures or original characters, because writing characters from the card pool will inevitably be suspected of harem and it is difficult to grasp the scale, but the latter is relatively simple.

The witch of Mondstadt, the sirens of Liyue, the monsters of Inazuma, and the spirits of Xumi, hey, what is Fontaine?

Meluxin?

That Villette: ? ?

The novel has a career plot, which is the first part, and a love plot is the second, but I am not good at writing and I can’t write dog food articles, so I used a trick and used other girls to fill the gaps.

But the only one who wrote a love story in the true sense is Shen He, while Sorolla and Kitsaigong are only half-hearted because they are about unobtainable love.

As for Lamia, it is an ornamental fish.

As for Lilupal, she is a widow and an old driver, so she is not suitable for pure love. Only pure love will have losers.

In fact, if I don’t write about Lamia, Kitsune Saimiya and others, there will be very few love lines. It has something to do with my habit of saving the delicious things for last.

If I have another novel, the girl who appears first and has a few scenes will most likely be the main character!

I'm sure of it, because I will leave a separate plot for her to kill her rival. It would be too early to lay the groundwork.

Of course, it also depends on the subject matter.

Before writing Genshin Impact fan fiction, I voted in several times.

My first internal submission was a pure love story, and Naipeng passed, but the first chapter was not published. The reviewer said that it was a serious case of driving a car?

I:? ?

Then I had self-respect and said I would re-write it, but it didn’t pass…

After that, I submitted other types of applications, but all failed miserably. I began to doubt whether I was suitable for writing novels. My requirements were not high. I just wanted to sign a contract. It didn’t matter if there were no recommendations.

I thought my previous work was quite interesting, so why did I fail? Being called boring was a big blow to me.

This brings me to my biggest fear: that I don’t share the same happiness as my readers.

Later, it was an accident that the Genshin Impact fan fiction I wrote was picked up by Nai Peng. I had written only the ninth chapter and felt like giving up. The next morning, I received a message from the station. At that moment, it was hard to describe my feelings.

But the experience of miserable failure made me afraid that after finishing this book, would I no longer be qualified to be an unknown person?

This is also one of the reasons why I have been able to write for so long.

I used to enjoy writing novels, but now I want them to be recognized, I want more people to read them, and I want more people to like them.

But I found that I no longer had the same enthusiasm as before, which was a very simple and pure happiness.

Otherwise, you can see me in the past, which is nothing strange, but now I am tired.

To this day, I am afraid that what I write is just for my own amusement. I wonder if you can also feel the fun I want to express.

I think online articles that are only for the author's own pleasure are a sign of failure.

All in all, the author is pretty average. His highlight was before his book was released on the shelves. After that, he failed miserably.

I really envy those big guys who can write impressive stories even when they are writing online articles, expressing their thoughts in a way that makes me think about them endlessly.

I feel that I benefited from the writing of the original god, and the plot also has existing side stories.

Despite this, I personally think that the Xumi chapter would be very exciting if, hypothetically, or if it was well written. It is only the beginning, so I won’t give away too many spoilers.

From now on, I don’t want to just write about one or two, but am groping for the third and fourth.

The above are my true feelings, and the following are also:

I wish all book friends of different ages and identities that all their wishes will come true. I hope that their lives will get better and better.

This is my wish, and I hope it will come true for you too.

Chapter 613: The Invincible Mother's Family

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but when Lin Ye first saw the dancer smiling at him, in the blink of an eye, her face became stern and cold as ice.

That look was like a knife, as if it could scrape off a piece of flesh from a person.

When had Olmaz ever offended this woman?

Lin Ye thought.

Everyone present looked at each other in bewilderment. The dancer who suddenly appeared had an appearance that was inconsistent with the style of painting here. Mushanla was a small tribe and had never seen the world.

If Lilupal's wine-red eyes were still the amber color they used to be, perhaps the elders of the tribe would have guessed that she was Lord Zhenling from Yuenu City based on her noble and extraordinary temperament.

Lilupal has a potential histrionic personality, or the town spirits have unusual temperaments, which is related to their mother, the flower goddess Nabu Talika.

The goddess of flowers is a remnant of the sky, a race of exiled fairies. This goddess often shows people with an impeccable sweet smile, but only on a moonlit night with no one around does she reveal a hint of sadness.

Even though she is called the Queen of Happiness and Joy, the Mistress of Dreams, and the Red King loves her desperately and raises the banner of rebellion for her, the blind Amon does not know that his partner has never been moved, and what the Flower Goddess expects is death. In short, the Flower Goddess has a self-destructive tendency, which affects the Zhenling clan that was born from her.

As one of the earliest great town spirits to follow the goddess of flowers, Lilupal perfectly inherited her mother's beauty and her twisted personality, but to another extreme.

Lilupal's eyes were cold, but he felt a playful pleasure in his heart, especially when he saw Lin Ye looking like he was facing a great enemy and seemed to be planning to stab him.

Very interesting, isn't it?

Didn't you recognize me?

My ~Master~

Lin Ye indeed did not recognize Lilupal, and he did not know what she was thinking, otherwise he would have shouted that he had met a female pervert.

Boys must protect themselves when they are outside.

"you are?"

Facing Lin Ye's question, Lilupal chose to extend the pleasure and keep it mysterious. She moved her eyes slightly, looked at her confidants who were ready to make a move, and raised her head slightly.

If Lilupal looked at Lin Ye with a half-hearted coldness, then he treated the People of the Sand with arrogant contempt.

Everyone who looked into her eyes lowered their heads.

In the desert, the status of dancers is equivalent to that of pets, not much different from slaves, and they are synonymous with softness and playthings.

The aura that Klilupal exudes is one of supreme dignity.

As for why Lilupal looks down on the people of the sand, she doesn't look down on the people of the Mushanla tribe, she treats all desert people as losers.