Original God: Max level combat method can do whatever you want

It's better to be cautious.

He couldn't agree more with this view.

"It's Aping Menglang." Aping nodded deeply, suppressing the waves in her heart.

Although uncertainty increases as a result.

But that's why.

That glimmer of hope grew stronger.

"As for experimental subjects, Zhongli, do you have any good targets?"

Meng Xing turned to look at Zhongli: "It would be best if it's not too strong and not too aggressive."

"You're the type I can easily suppress."

"Well, it would be even better if it was the kind that could be easily manipulated."

They are all said to be guinea pigs used in experiments.

You can't just pick those who are particularly good at fighting.

It has to be a soft persimmon that can be easily controlled.

"There are candidates, indeed!"

Zhongli smiled and nodded, "During the Demon God War, there was a demon god who was gentle and kind, and not fond of fighting."

"Her name is Heulia, the Demon Goddess of Salt."

Rock and salt, pronounced the same, both demons, but they are worlds apart.

The former is a god of war who broke through the Demon Battlefield in central Teyvat and established Liyue's dominant position as a top existence.

The latter was too weak, too accommodating, and too fragile, and ultimately died at the hands of the people he protected.

There is no doubt that this is a soft persimmon that cannot be softer.

This candidate is very good.

"Heulia~"

Meng Xing nodded: "Okay, since you already have a candidate, then pick a time to give it a try."

"It's done, and everyone is naturally happy."

"Very good."

Zhongli's face showed a little more joy:

"We are always available. As long as Brother Meng has a little free time, A Ping and I will lead the way for him."

Since Brother Meng said so.

You should be confident.

Hope is right before our eyes, how can we not be happy?

"The Immortal Ceremony is just around the corner. Zhongli, are you sure you have time?"

Meng Xing gave Zhongli a rather strange look.

Doesn't he plan to drop his immortal ancestor's magic shell from the sky onto the Yujing Terrace during the immortal ceremony?

This...isn't it a bit bad?

"Brother Meng, why do you say that?"

Zhongli was not embarrassed at all, and even looked at Meng Xing with a little curiosity.

As the immortal invited in the ceremony

What does he need to prepare?

Wait for the time to come out, read the previously typed script, answer a few questions, and point out the direction.

So what's the point of being busy?

"It's okay~ Maybe I'm overthinking it!"

Meng Xing shook his head: "I thought you were planning to fake your death to get away."

"But this is fine."

Um...

Hear the words.

Zhongli's expression gradually became strange.

Isn't this his plan before?

If so, then he might, perhaps, probably, be a little busy?

Brother Meng also has the ability to predict the future?

But it is possible.

According to previous plans, he intended to step down from the throne.

This is to test whether Liyue is ready to enter an era of godless autonomy.

One of the reasons was that he was tired.

But it is not the most important reason.

At this moment, if all old friends could come back.

Naturally, there is no need to resort to this immature plan out of necessity.

This world has been dangerous since ancient times. Humans may seem safe and sound, but if they take a wrong step, the slightest carelessness may lead to eternal damnation.

What's more, the biggest crisis is approaching.

How can he be at ease?

Relinquishing the throne and placing bets on three parties was also a helpless move.

Why go to the gambling table when there are better options now?

However, since Brother Meng mentioned this, perhaps...

"Brother Meng, do you have any good ideas?"

Zhongli asked tentatively.

"That's not true."

Meng Xing shook his head decisively: "I'm just an ordinary mortal, how could I understand these things?"

"But your presence is important."

What good ideas can he have?

Different worldviews and different world backgrounds.

Some things cannot be applied mechanically, otherwise something bad will happen.

In a world with extraordinary powers.

Some routines just don’t work.

"Oh?"

Zhongli, who heard the hidden meaning behind Meng Xing's words, immediately became interested:

"From what Brother Meng said, it seems that you don't agree with rule by man?"

"I didn't say that~"

Meng Xing raised his eyebrows: "It's not that human rule is impossible, but it can't be completely human rule."

In Teyvat, we ignore the existence of God and directly implement human rule?

Buddy, are you awake?

Without the guardian god, can you deal with the Dragon King or the abyss?

Those who understand will know what a country without the protection of gods is like.

In the extraordinary world, throwing tiles is everything.

Without this, everything else is bullshit.

"...".

Chapter 15: Encountering Keqing, a Lesson? (Please collect and give flowers!!!)

There weren't many topics to talk about when we were three people together.

But at least it's not embarrassing.

Most of the time, it was Meng Xing and Zhongli who were discussing, and A Ping next to them would occasionally agree.

Soon, Wanmin Hall was right in front of them.

"arrive!"

Looking at the Wanmin Hall, which already had quite a few diners, Zhongli raised his hand slightly:

"Master Mao, the same old rules, servings for three."

"Oh, it's the guest official Zhongli."

Master Mao, who was fiddling with his abacus, suddenly had his eyes light up:

"Come, come, come, please go upstairs. Please wait a moment, I will go to the kitchen to give the order."

"Well, no rush~"

Zhongli nodded with a smile, "Delicious food, don't rush it."

"Okay, don't worry!"

Master Mao led the three of them to a seat by the window on the second floor. After serving them tea, he went straight to the kitchen.

Ordinary guests are usually received by waiters.

But he had to receive this guest official from Zhongli in person.

Not only a regular customer, but also a distinguished customer.

Every time Xiangling comes to Wanmin Hall to taste delicious food, Chef Zhang always gets something good.

It can help my daughter grow up.

As a father, how could he not treat him well?

"I wonder if Xiangling's martial arts skills have improved."

Seeing Master Mao walk into the kitchen, a faint smile appeared on Ping's face.

Now, she only has two disciples around her.

One of them is Xiangling, the headmaster of Wanmin Hall.

The other one, named Yaoyao, is quite popular among the immortals, but she is still young.

"He went to Jueyunjian a while ago, so his martial arts skills must have improved."

Zhongli held up the tea and said with a smile, "Over the years, your cooking skills have also improved."

"When Xiangling is on duty, every time I eat it, I have a different experience."

"The Emperor is quite leisurely."

Ah Ping smiled and joked, "Shopping, walking the bird, and listening to music all day long—that's what a carefree life is."

The name of the guest official of the Wangsheng Hall is well-known.

It was hidden so well before that she was careless and didn't even notice it.

Now think about it, hum

"Ha~"