Genshin Impact: I, the Winter's Executor, am forced to work.

wrong.

No, no, no!

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into Qin Ye's mind.

Are executives influenced by physiological impulses?

The answer is yes.

Why? Because he's the executive officer, and he knows it all too well.

His gaze slowly moved to the gift.

No way?

The fact that he accepted the gift so casually means...

"D'Artagnan, just in case, may I ask, does this gift represent friendship or something else?"

The girl remained silent.

"..."

The Fool has fallen into the greatest turmoil in ten thousand years.

The gift has already been accepted; returning it might even ruin our friendship, as it would seem like I'm playing with their feelings.

They're so grateful to you, and you do this? Aren't you no different from a beast?

What if he accepted? Although the woman in front of him was a girl, in his heart she had always been a man. If he accepted her, wouldn't he be worse than a beast?

His brain was working at high speed, and Qin Ye even felt his head was overheating for a moment.

"partner..."

The shy D'Artagnan extended her palm, her meaning already self-evident.

"I..."

Qin Ye's thoughts became even more chaotic, but out of trust in D'Artagnan, his hand still reached out unconsciously.

But with a "buzz" in my head, the scenery in front of me quickly receded, returning to a pure white expanse.

"Qin Ye? Are you alright?"

A childish voice reached my ears.

"Naxida?" Qin Ye felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his brain, and he quickly regained his composure.

"Alas, I sensed that your spirit was under unprecedented shock, so I had no choice but to forcibly end this dream."

"A dream?"

“Hmm.” Nasita slowly explained, “Your mental state is a bit unstable right now. You asked me to create this dream, but... it didn’t work very well. I... I’m sorry, it seems my abilities are insufficient.”

Her voice was somewhat timid, and Nasita sounded quite remorseful.

"No, although I haven't had time to sort things out yet, since I'm the one asking you for help, it's not your fault."

No wonder he couldn't realize he was dreaming; he had tricked himself...

“Hmm… alright, then I’ll wake you up from your dream first, and once you’re back to normal, we can… meet?” Nasita asked tentatively.

"Yes, I do have plans to go to Sumeru to find you during this period, and I will accompany you later."

The surrounding scenery began to glow faintly from a pure white background, and tender buds of plants grew on the ground, indicating that the dreamer was quite happy.

"Then, please remember to let me know in advance when you come, and I will be prepared to receive you."

The sound faded into the distance, and Qin Ye's consciousness also sank into darkness.

"partner!"

A straightforward male voice reached Qin Ye's ears.

He sat bolt upright in bed, gasped for breath, and calmed down.

"Hey buddy, are you there?"

"I'm here."

Thankfully, it was the usual Tatalia.

Qin Ye patted his chest, finally feeling relieved.

"bang"

The door was pushed open, and long, flowing orange hair came into view.

"what!!!"

A scream rang out, startling D'Artagnan, who drew her water elemental daggers: "What happened, buddy?! Someone's attacking you?! I'll protect you!"

"No? What kind of outfit is this?!" Qin Ye pointed at the outfit that was exactly the same as in his dream, observing the parts that should be prominent but not prominent, his eyes fixed on the Adam's apple, confirming that the person in front of him was indeed Datalia.

"Huh?" [Young Master] was a little confused: "Didn't you say that Big Sister Beidou was going to hold the Southern Cross Martial Arts Tournament? Master Skirk said it was inappropriate to go as an executive officer, so he told me to wear this outfit."

"..."

Memories surfaced in Qin Ye's mind.

It seems that there is such a thing?

The reason that it was inappropriate for an executive to participate in the martial arts tournament was definitely fake; it was just an idea from Skirk who wanted to see his apprentice in women's clothing.

Qin Ye readily agreed, wanting to see his good friend make a fool of himself.

However, after D'Artagnan finished wearing the outfit, he found that his resistance to poison was still somewhat low. So, in order to increase his resistance, he asked the Little Lucky Grass King to create a dream to adapt to the outfit.

It now seems like he dug his own grave.

"Buddy, it seems you're still not used to my clothes, aren't you?"

D'Artagnan sat by Qin Ye's bedside, his brows furrowed.

"Well, for some reasons... it was acceptable before, but not so much now."

The young master put his arm around his companion's shoulder: "Hey, you should have said so earlier, buddy. I could have just skipped the martial arts tournament. There are plenty of other opportunities to fight anyway, this one won't make a difference."

"It's alright, change out of these clothes. I'll talk to the boss and let you represent the Fools in the battle."

"real?!"

D'Artagnan's tone rose, tinged with delight: "As expected, you're a true partner! Actually, I was a little awkward about this outfit at first, but now that you've spoken up..."

He looked around but didn't see any familiar figures. He moved closer to Qin Ye and complained in a low voice, "Master definitely won't force me to wear it anymore. It's so annoying."

"...Stay one meter away from me first."

Qin Ye pushed the other person's cheek away in disgust.

"what?"

The young master touched the tip of his nose in frustration, just about to let go.

"Click"

The sound of the phonograph was crisp and clear.

Skirk cupped the photo between two fingers, her hand supporting her chest, and Tadalia and Qin Ye locked onto that moment.

"Excellent, this is definitely material worth collecting."

Seeing my apprentice compete in women's clothing suddenly made it all seem less important.

Chapter 310 Side Story: Raiden Movie and Raiden Shin (1)

Liyuegang

"Dionysus, you actually invited me out of kindness?"

Scaramzi stood on the shore, gazing at the boundless sea of ​​clouds, arms crossed, glancing at his former colleague with a broad smile, and silently turning his gaze aside.

Today, Qin Ye invited him, a member of the scattered army, to visit Liyue. He immediately suspected something was amiss. After all, Liyue and Zhidong could be considered the territory of the Fools, and being away from home, he naturally had to be on high alert.

As for declining the invitation, he had tried, but failed.

"The life of an executive officer is so tiring. As the sixth seat, you now even have the strength to leap into the top five. Wouldn't it be better to stop and enjoy the scenery?"

Qin Ye's words lingered in his mind.

Of course, this statement would be even more convincing if the other party hadn't dragged him to Liyue by the collar.

However, he was always a flexible and adaptable person, able to meet force with force and water with water, which was one of the strategies he learned from Qin Ye.

“I’m talking about Scaramucci.”

Qin Ye didn't call the other person "good son," fearing it would provoke a rebellious attitude. He was afraid that if he acted cold and aloof, he might lose control and resort to domestic violence.

"Hmm?" The soldier's voice was unusually calm, trying to appear composed, but his body gave him away with an involuntary shudder.

"Haha, why are you so afraid of me? I already said I brought you here to relax. Zhongli and Dadalia both have other people to accompany them, and it would be quite boring for me to be alone."

Qin Ye didn't really mean to threaten the scattered soldiers, but for some reason, the children always seemed to have some psychological trauma.

"...Let's get straight to the point."

The soldiers themselves realized that their mental state was not normal. The main reasons for this state were twofold: firstly, Qin Ye's current strength. If he had thought of crushing Qin Ye under the mecha when he first ascended to godhood, now he could hardly muster any resistance.

Secondly, because... his flesh and blood and power were under Qin Ye's control, as if his fate was being choked, and his life and death were in the balance.

so...

He clenched his fists so tightly that his arms trembled slightly, and glared at Qin Ye through gritted teeth.

Dotole! You deserve to die!

"Yes, I do have something important to discuss with you."

Qin Ye turned to look at the sea: "I heard you wanted to go back to your hometown last time? But Piero stopped you."

"...What are you trying to say?"

Scaramucci found something was off the more he listened.

Let's take stock of the current situation. By the sea, I, Qin Ye, and I bring up the old story again.