Genshin Impact: The Sage's Disciple Doesn't Want Fame

Ying stepped forward quickly: "Who is the President of the United States?"

Ji Ming looked completely bewildered: "What is America?"

After observing Ji Ming's expression, Ying was immediately disappointed. It seemed that she had guessed wrong. The young man in front of her was not a traveler at all and did not even know about America.

"Never mind, Paimon, let's go," Ying said, looking aggrieved. "I'm so sorry for saying all that nonsensical stuff to you."

Ji Ming nodded: "It's alright. You can look me up if you go to Liyue Harbor in the future. I'm a genuine member of the Bordered Yellow Banner of Liyue Harbor."

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Chapter 126 This is what an abstract woman is like.

Setting up a tent is an essential skill for wilderness survival. In her younger years, Xiangling often went out into the wild alone to find special ingredients, so she naturally knew how to set up a tent.

Setting up a tent simply involves using a few poles to support a piece of cloth that can provide shelter from the wind and rain. The two of them carried sturdy cloth bags, since they were going to arrive in Mondstadt tomorrow anyway, so they might as well splurge for today.

It's important to know that after a month of arduous travel, Xiangling and Jiming had been sleeping outdoors in all kinds of weather. If they were lucky, they would encounter a Hilichurl tribe where they could stay, but if they were unlucky, they would have to sleep under a big tree.

As for the tent, one is enough. They've been childhood sweethearts anyway, and Xiangling believes Ji Ming won't mind.

You ask why Xiangling is so certain? Hmph, Xiangling has pretended to be asleep several times this month to test him, and each time she blatantly snuggles into Ji Ming's arms, and he doesn't seem to mind at all.

Actually, Ah Ming was just pretending to be asleep, wasn't he? As soon as Ah Ming felt a warm and soft body in his arms, his breathing became much heavier. He thought she hadn't noticed, hehe.

After setting up the tent, Xiangling crawled inside and sat down, hugging her legs. The simple little tent was a bit small, but it was still enough for two people. Not to mention that Xiangling would pretend to be asleep at night and sneak into Ji Ming's arms.

"Xiangling, I'm back from my escapades."

My silly childhood sweetheart, when he was clearly out collecting firewood and ingredients, insisted on saying he was out fooling around. Ah Ming really needs to correct this personality trait.

Xiangling smiled sweetly, crawled out of the newly set-up tent, and looked up at Ji Ming... and the strange group beside him?

Hey, hey, where did this wild woman come from?

What are those things floating in the sky? Can we eat them?

Why is this strange duo staring at Ah Ming? Are they philanderers? They're definitely philanderers!

Xiangling puffed out her cheeks and ran in front of Ji Ming, trying to block Ying and Paimon's view. Her voice was muffled as she asked, "Ah Ming, who are these two?"

Ying was the first to answer: "Ji Ming is my partner."

Xiangling: "Eh?!"

Paimon covered her face: "The traveler always thought that Mr. Ji Ming was from the same hometown, or at least a traveler like her."

Having inexplicably become the companion of a strange blonde beauty, Ji Ming looked on helplessly, looking past Xiang Ling's bun and staring into Ying's eyes: "Miss, I've only known you for thirty minutes. This lady beside me is Xiang Ling, the little cook at Wanmin Hall in Liyue Harbor."

This girl seems a bit silly, and occasionally she even has a little bit of... smugness?

But Ying's eyes seemed very sincere. Paimon said that this girl was an extraterrestrial demon... no, this girl was a traveler from outside Teyvat. She seemed to regard herself as one of their own.

Was it because of the things he said? No, that can't be right. All those strange things he said were learned from his parents. Could it be... that his parents were also extraterrestrial demons?

Ji Ming gasped.

Just as Ji Ming was pondering, Xiang Ling turned to look at him, her face full of grievance, and asked, "Ah Ming, what's wrong with her?"

Seeing his childhood sweetheart start to look aggrieved, Ji Ming quickly stopped thinking, patted her head and comforted her, "I don't know, I'll send them away later."

Ying squinted and crossed her arms, saying, "I'm listening."

With Ji Ming's endorsement, Xiangling felt much more confident. Since the woman was a complete stranger, she might as well go all out.

"Miss Ying, you seem to have mistaken me for someone else. A-Ming is my childhood friend. We grew up together since we were little. He doesn't know you at all."

The two girls spoke in friendly tones, but the auras emanating from them were more frightening than the other, and their eyes clashed in mid-air as if sparks were about to fly.

Wow, is this what they call jealousy and rivalry?

Paimon's eyes lit up, and her little hand unconsciously pinched a strand of hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ji Ming sighing and rubbing his forehead. She quietly flew over and asked with great curiosity, "Mr. Ji Ming?"

Ji Ming raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong, little guy?"

"Not at all! Mr. Ji Ming, you're really impolite. Just call me Paimon."

Paimon muttered a complaint, then turned his gaze to the two girls who were locked in a fierce confrontation, and asked, "Mr. Ji Ming, I've known the Traveler for three months, and she would never lie about important matters."

Ji Ming shrugged: "But I really don't know Ying."

Paimon chuckled: "But the Traveler seems to trust you a lot. When I first met her, she wanted to eat me as a food source."

"Is this girl's style so abstract?"

"Young lady? Mr. Ji Ming, the traveler is at least five hundred years old, are you scared yet?"

Ji Ming replied expressionlessly, "Oh."

Paimon: "Hey, so calm?"

"Actually, I am three thousand years old."

"Who are you kidding?"

Paimon was furious. She always felt that Ji Ming and Ying were the same kind of people, both equally abstract and infuriating.

Ji Ming looks very young, at most eighteen or nineteen years old. How could he be three thousand years old? Could he be a demon god?

Xiangling and Ying were still testing each other over there, and Paimon sighed, "Mr. Ji Ming, aren't you going to try and persuade them?"

Ji Ming blinked: "What are you trying to persuade me of?"

Paimon was exasperated: "Of course we shouldn't let them continue their tit-for-tat confrontation!"

"Impossible. It's because Ying immediately went face-to-face with her ultimate skill. Don't let Xiangling's cuteness fool you, she's possessive too."

"So you'll just let them keep arguing?" Paimon said slowly, his face full of disdain. "Or is it that Mr. Ji Ming really enjoys women fighting over you?"

Ji Ming waved his hand: "I don't have such a perverse sense of humor, but continuing to argue isn't a solution. I do have a plan."

Paimon asked curiously, "What plan?"

Ignoring Paimon's curiosity, Ji Ming stepped forward and, as he stood between Xiangling and Ying, raised his hands and spread them diagonally upwards: "Everyone, follow my lead!"

Xiangling was bewildered. Having lost her sharp edge, she reverted to her familiar role as a little cook, staring blankly at Ji Ming.

Ying's expression was fascinating; she seemed to be anticipating certain words, and she was secretly certain that the young man before her was a traveler like herself.

"Xiangling, Ying, you are both my wings."

After saying that, Ji Ming winked at Ying, not knowing if the girl would understand, but as long as she cooperated, that was fine.

Xiangling scratched her head and chuckled foolishly, "Is Amin talking nonsense again?"

Noticing Ji Ming's suggestive glance, Ying smiled and said, "Oh? What a romantic description. So, what is Ji Ming trying to say?"

As expected, Ji Ming pretended to be affectionate and said, "I love Xiangling, and I love Ying, so let's live happily ever after from now on?"

"Alright, what do you think, Miss Xiangling?"

"Hey, hey, I disagree!!"

Xiangling, with tears in her eyes, said, "At least...they should be people who know each other well. I don't know Miss Ying at all. I don't agree to this marriage!"

Ying's smile was disdainful: "If it were a woman you knew well, would Miss Xiangling have agreed?"

No... really? If it were Atao and Xiaojin, it wouldn't be impossible, since they're both good girls and know each other well.

Miss Ying is different. She's a bad woman who wants to steal A-Ming away. She will absolutely not agree to this marriage!

Seeing that Xiangling had taken it seriously, Ji Ming sighed helplessly and quickly explained, "Xiangling, Ying and I were just joking, don't be sad, okay?"

Xiangling continued, her eyes still brimming with tears: "I don't believe it. You two are so in sync, maybe you really do have that kind of thought?"

"Xiangling, in your eyes, am I the kind of guy who can't resist a woman?"

"That's not it..."

Ji Ming patted his chest and assured, "Ying is too abstract, just as abstract as me. As the saying goes, like repels like, we'll never be attracted to each other."

Xiangling turned her head, looked at Ying with a suspicious gaze, and asked, "Really?"

"No, actually I like Ji Ming the most."

Xiangling's eyes welled up with tears again: "Are you guys serious?"

Helpless, Ji Ming reached out and wiped away Xiangling's tears, gently coaxing her, "Ying was just teasing you. That's how abstract girls are. She's a brother-obsessed girl. She won't even glance at anyone except her brother."

"Then why is she bothering you?"

Ying spoke up in defense: "I didn't bother you at all."

Xiangling didn't believe her: "Then why did you follow me?"

"Because Ji Ming has food."

Just kidding, even if they are of the same kind, they are far less important than food, okay?

With her hands on her hips, the 500-year-old girl finally revealed her true thoughts, her true colors showing.

Xiangling: "Eh, shouldn't it be that you want to cheat on me?"

Paimon: "Hey, shouldn't it be 'kidnapped Ji Ming'?"

Ji Ming: "Sigh...that's what abstract women are like."