Genshin Impact: My roommate and I became funny Hilichurls

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"That's it."

Zhang Chu's voice came from his own direction, and at the same time, the hand that had reached out from Naxida's side "whooshed" back, and the two circles disappeared instantly.

"Teleportation magic, a very useful spell, but I don't use it much."

He closed the magic book, casually stuffed it back into the dimensional pocket behind his back, and said in a relaxed tone as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

"After all, we're traveling, so we should enjoy the scenery around us. Running, walking, or even rolling is more interesting than just rushing past."

Nasita: "..." (Knowledge +1, but incomprehensible.jpg)

"As for now..."

Zhang Chu silently stepped back, giving up the center of the stage.

Ying stepped forward, a gentle yet firm smile on her face, and extended her hand to the little grass god, extending a sincere invitation: "Nashida, would you like to travel with us for a while?"

Nasita pointed to herself in astonishment, her large emerald eyes filled with disbelief.

She almost instinctively wanted to refuse—she was a deity of Mount Sumeru, she had subjects, she had responsibilities, she couldn't just leave like that…

"Anyway, things on Mount Sumeru aren't urgent."

Qingyu interjected, as if to say, "I saw through everything long ago."

"Those old fogies in the Order of the Instruction are busy messing with that broken pot. Once we're done playing around, we'll 'whoosh' over and 'snap' it off for you!"

He made a chop motion with his hand.

Gu Qian slowly squatted down, his huge body resembling a small mountain. He tried to make his voice sound gentle: "Just consider it...practical knowledge. Reading a book a thousand times is not as good as experiencing it yourself."

That makes a lot of sense.

Erkang immediately jumped out, brandishing his scythe, and shouted passionately, "Then go back to Sumeru! Give that self-righteous, blind, and ignorant great sage a good slap in the face! Let him know who the true god of wisdom is! Make him kneel at your little grass skirt and repent! Oh ho!"

Paimon flew up to her, gesturing with his little hands, his eyes sparkling: "Let's grab a bite to eat! It's been five hundred years, and you haven't had a proper meal in ages! Boiled blackback perch at Wanmin Hall, grilled tigerfish from Liyue Harbor, matsutake mushroom stuffed rolls at Xinyue Pavilion... gulp!"

As she spoke, she swallowed a large mouthful of saliva.

The Wolf King bowed gracefully and said in a carefully calculated, gentle tone that would not frighten a child: "My learned and noble Grass God, there is no need to constantly bind yourself with 'responsibility' and 'dedication'."

"Gods do not necessarily have to live according to people's expectations."

"Occasionally, please live for yourself and enjoy the hustle and bustle of the world and the fun of the journey."

Naxida fell silent as she listened to the chatter of the crowd.

Her emerald green eyes shimmered with a complex light, a mixture of hesitation, longing, the touch of having one's thoughts revealed, and a trace of the curiosity and desire that had been suppressed for five hundred years, belonging to a "child."

After a moment of silence, she looked up, a smile brighter than Patty Salan's in the sunlight, and nodded vigorously: "Yes! Everyone's right! That's how it is... I agree!"

"The tour group has a new mascot!"

"Let's go! Our goal: to eat our way through... no, to explore every corner of Liyue Harbor!"

The crowd cheered and thronged around the little Narcida, whose face was flushed with excitement, as they walked noisily toward the bustling Liyue Harbor in the distance.

At this time, in Sumeru, at the Pure Good Palace.

"How can it be!!!"

The great sage Azhar's terrified, shattered scream nearly lifted the dome of the Pure Land Palace.

He and his group of scholars stood frozen in place, as if petrified, before the empty cage, where not a single blade of grass remained.

The restraint device was intact, the door was locked, and there were no signs of elemental fluctuations or violent damage. The guards around swore that not even a fly had ever gotten in.

But... but that tiny god inside, who should have been imprisoned here forever...

"How could the Little Lucky Grass King possibly leave this cage?! This doesn't make sense! This violates all academic principles! It's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Hazard, seemingly insane, grabbed his hair and roared at the empty cage, his worldview being challenged like never before.

A scholar shakily handed over a piece of paper with crooked handwriting, which had just been found next to the restraint device. It was written in a style reminiscent of a Hilichurl:

We're borrowing her (the Grass Goddess) to play with, we'll return her in a few days! We'll help you discipline her! —Leave a message from the Honor Knights

The great sage looked at the note, his vision went black, and he almost choked and died.

"Honorary Knight?! What Honorary Knight?! And what the hell is this drawing?!"

Inside the Pure Goodness Palace, only the Great Sage's impotent and furious wails echoed for a long time.

Meanwhile, the true "Knights of Honor," accompanied by the Grass God they "borrowed," are happily embarking on a journey of "food and frights (for the people of Liyue)" in Liyue Harbor.

Chapter 67 The Tragic High-Ranking Officials of Liyue

"what!!!"

Ke Qing's scream nearly blew the roof off Yuehai Pavilion, and the documents in her hands scattered all over the ground with a "crash".

Uncle Tian, ​​who was holding a teacup next to him, suddenly trembled, spilling scalding tea all over himself. He was completely unaware of it, only his mouth was wide open and his beard was trembling.

"You mean! Those lawless honor knights! They brought the Grass God of Sumeru! That wise god, Little Lucky Grass King! to Liyue?!"

Keqing's voice rose several octaves due to extreme shock, her purple eyes wide open as if she had heard news of the impending destruction of the Teyvat continent.

"yes……"

Ningguang responded weakly. This Tianquan Star, who was always calm, elegant and strategic, was now slumped on the expensive sandalwood desk without any regard for her image. She buried her face in her arms and made muffled, lifeless sounds.

"They...they just now, so openly and brazenly, brought that seemingly happy little grass god up to my Jade Pavilion, and personally told me...they even asked if I wanted to go to Wanmin Hall for dinner together..."

She raised her head, revealing a pair of dark circles under her eyes that resembled heavy smoky makeup, her gaze empty, as if she had experienced the ups and downs of life.

"I'm just glad that those idiots at the Sumeru Order Academy don't seem to have realized their god is missing... at least the communications haven't been destroyed yet."

Ke Qing held her forehead, feeling her blood pressure soaring. She forced out a question through gritted teeth: "Where...are...them...now...?"

Ningguang didn't answer immediately. Instead, with trembling hands, she silently pulled out a color photograph from a pile of documents that needed urgent processing, and handed it to Keqing with extreme weight, as if it were a hot potato.

Ke Qing took the photo, glanced at it, and felt a wave of dizziness, almost following in Uncle Tian's footsteps (splashing herself with tea).

The background of the photo is clearly the bustling and lively Chihuyan Street.

However, the main subject of the image is extremely bizarre, enough to give any Liyue official who sees it a heart attack:

Center position: Shen He, the aloof and stunningly beautiful disciple of the immortals, still maintains his signature princess carry pose, which is so powerful that it could lift mountains and overwhelm the world, steadily holding Liyue's top intelligence officer - Ye Lan!

Ye Lan, the mysterious and elegant queen of the night, was now facing the camera, forced to raise one hand and make a stiff, lifeless, and public execution-like peace sign, with a forced, almost tearful smile on her face.

Clearly, this "intimate photo" was not taken voluntarily by her.

Beside her: Nasita, the goddess of the Sumeru Grass, with a bright smile, is standing on tiptoe, happily holding the hand of another little girl who looks about the same height as her.

The little girl had long brown hair with dragon horn-like decorations faintly visible in it, and her eyes held a mixture of curiosity and disdain—she was none other than the Dragon King Ruotu, whom Erkang had previously turned into a loli in a strange way!

Two "god-level" lolis seem to be sharing a string of candied hawthorns, and the scene is so "harmonious" it's unsettling.

Background: Qingyu, Erkang, Zhang Chu in Hilichurl form, and the gigantic Guqian (who had to bend over), as well as Ying and Paimon, each holding several Liyue snacks—sugar paintings, grilled tigerfish, Mora meat, lotus seed and poultry egg custard… They ate with their mouths full of oil and their faces full of satisfaction, looking exactly like a sightseeing tour group.

The wolf king followed elegantly at the very back, holding a cup of milk tea in his hand, as if he were acting as the tour guide's steward and bodyguard.

In the farthest, most tragic corner of the photo, the eleventh executor of the Fools, Prince D'Artagnan, lies headfirst, feet up, deeply embedded in the cobblestones of the street, with only his legs twitching unconsciously.

He was still in his Demon Lord armor, his once-impressive purple armor now covered in mud, looking utterly disheveled. Beside him was an arrow made of pebbles pointing at him, with the words (in a very Hilichurl handwriting) written next to it: "Challenger - Defeated - Buried Here".

Without a doubt, it was his burning desire to challenge the strong that got the better of him, so he went to provoke the group of four, only to be instantly defeated in some outrageous way and turned into a street decoration.

Ke Qing's hand holding the photo began to tremble uncontrollably.

Uncle Tian leaned over for a look, then gasped in shock, clutching his heart and backing away, exclaiming, "Nonsense! Nonsense! What kind of behavior is this! What kind of behavior is this!"

Ningguang buried her face in her arms again, letting out a desperate groan: "I just hope they don't cause any more trouble... By the way, Yelan's bonus and confidentiality allowance this month must be tripled! And compensation for emotional distress!"

Meanwhile, next to the best tea stall on the corner of Huyan Street.

Zhong Li held a steaming cup of top-grade "Qiaoyingzhuang" new tea, its aroma filling the air, and gazed into the distance.

The tiny grass goddess Nasita and the equally sized Dragon King Ruoduo were squatting in front of a sugar painting stall. The two "little ones" pointed at the dragon-shaped and Lana-shaped sugar paintings, making soft, giggling noises.

The sunlight shone on them, creating a scene that looked both warm and... eerie.

Zhongli watched silently, picked up her teacup, elegantly blew on it, and then…

A long, heavy sigh, filled with endless vicissitudes and a hint of relief, slowly escaped his lips.

The sigh trailed off with a lingering, complex tone, enough to make even the sparrows in the nearby trees sense the intricate emotions it conveyed.

He moved a small step to the side without making a sound, and very slowly adjusted his standing position.

The angle was perfect, revealing the other two women who were hidden behind his tall figure.

One of them is Hu Tao, the quirky and energetic head of the Rebirth Hall.

The other is the Demon God of Dust—Gui Zhong.

At this moment, these two "extraordinary women" who have crossed the river of time are having a very pleasant conversation, and it could even be said that they are... kindred spirits who met too late!

Hu Tao was gesticulating wildly and spitting as he pitched to Gui Zhong: "...So you see! Our 'Limited Edition Reunion Package for the Hall of Rebirth' is perfect for a customer like you! It's deeply meaningful and has extremely high commemorative value! Book now and you'll also receive a complimentary epitaph personally crafted by me and polished by my guest writer! Guaranteed to be brilliantly written and passed down through the ages!"

Gui Zhong's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Far from feeling uncomfortable, he clapped his hands excitedly: "Brilliant! Little Master, your idea is truly ingenious! It combines 'reunion' with 'rebirth,' seemingly contradictory, but in fact containing the true meaning of reincarnation! Interesting, so interesting!"

She even took out a small notebook (I don't know where it came from) and started taking notes seriously.

"Could you give me an extra epitaph? I have an old friend named Maxius, who knows, I might need it someday..."

Zhongli: "..."

His hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. He began to seriously consider whether "awakening" Gui Zhong was truly the right decision.

His gaze swept across the entire room once more:

On the left, the grass god of Sumeru and the dragon king of Liyue are eating sugar paintings.

On the right, the current head of the Funeral Hall and an ancient demon god are having a heated discussion about discounted funeral service packages.

A little further away, Ye Lan, who was being forced into love by Shen He, looked utterly hopeless.

Further away, four otherworldly visitors in Hilichurl form are trying to teach Paimon how to blow bubbles with slime gel.

• And in the background of the photo, there is also a picture of a foolish executive standing upside down.

Chaos erupted, a scene of utter chaos; that perfectly describes the current situation.

However, faced with this chaotic scene that would make any national leader's blood pressure soar and his scalp tingle, Mr. Zhongli, the former Rock King Emperor, took another sip of fragrant tea, and the corners of his originally slightly tense mouth slowly curved into a barely perceptible, extremely relaxed arc.