Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

She saw that the latter's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, his lips were moving, and his purple pupils were trembling. His almost manic killing desire was exposed, bloody and filthy. It seemed that he would burst out at any moment, bite off the girl's smooth and soft neck, and devour her.

The murderous intent was almost solidified.

The palm leaves cut the light into two pieces, overlapping and covering each other, separating the magnificent light from the dark green shade. The rustling wind blew the palm leaves, and Fushe's sinister face rose and fell in the light and shadow.

Evil god.

Anyone who sees the floating house at this moment will be terrified.

"You...you stay away from me, stay away from me." He slapped Helaria's hand away, struggling to suppress his karmic urges and control his body, and said coldly, "Get out of my way."

"No."

"Why?" Fushe asked. "I will kill you."

Fu She was not joking.

Whether it was the cold glint in his eyes, his clenched teeth, or the murderous intent that almost solidified into a physical form, it all clearly demonstrated this point—he really would kill.

There's no reason.

She tilted her head to the other side, her long, silvery-white hair cascading down her delicate hair.

On the shoulder.

“But you seem to be in a lot of pain—you need help, so I can’t leave.”

"Idiot, is this demon god an idiot...?" Fu She cursed inwardly. "How did such an idiotic demon god survive!"

Should you help someone who is in pain? Should you stop helping someone who seems to need your help? What if that person is a scourge, a menace wherever they go, and could take your life? Even so, should you still help them with a smile?

“Mr. Fushe, you seem to be thinking something very impolite.”

"Get out of my way," he said, his expression turning menacing. "Get out if you don't want to die!"

"Get out!"

Fushe knew he was a scourge, a monster.

Disasters don't need help; their desires are small. They are satisfied as long as people stay away from them.

“But you are in pain, or rather, you are conflicted, Mr. Fushe. You don’t actually want to kill me.”

"You are very gentle."

"Salt God said softly, his cool and slender fingers gently stroking Fushe's forehead."

Her bright golden eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting Fu She's face.

Without a doubt, compared to a celestial being, Fushe now resembles a monster, a monster that no one wants to approach. Yet, Claire gently embraced him, the warm touch feeling like being embraced by sunlight.

"Mr. Fushe".

Helaria said gently and patiently,

"A monster dwells within you, and you have been fighting it alone..."

I don't know what it was, and I don't know how it happened, but I want to help you, just as you helped us before—even though you've forgotten it.

"Get out...get out." Fu She tried his best to suppress his murderous intent, his lips moving slightly. "Get out."

My consciousness is very blurred.

But the Salt Demon did not leave. She was so weak, the weakest deity in Liyue, and Fushe could easily pierce her throat—yet she still did not go.

Hellaria embraced Fushe and softly began to sing a song, a tranquil and serene one, as peaceful as the foam rising from the summer coast, the waves gently lapping the sand, the serene melody soothing the soul.

"Mr. Fushe, get some sleep."

She gently stroked Fushe's hair, her fingertips lightly touching his skin, cool and refreshing.

"I am weak, and there is little I can do... The only thing I can give you is a beautiful dream."

"You haven't slept in a long time, have you? You're exhausted. I can tell."

The Salt Goddess smiled faintly, the brilliant sunlight illuminating her delicate profile. Her smile was like morning dew, so thin and fleeting, as if it would evaporate in an instant under the blazing sun. But it was precisely because of this that it was breathtakingly radiant.

"Mr. Fushe, get some rest. No one will disturb your sleep."

-

Gan Yu sniffed.

The Qilin has a very sensitive nose.

The aroma of tofu... along with the fresh scents of greens, caviar, and lotus seeds, these delicate aromas blended together, as if cleansing even the slightly chilly air—a taste that was both unfamiliar and long-lost.

It is a soup made of jade, pearls, and white jade.

This is a dish that Gan Yu had almost forgotten.

I don't like it.

She frowned slightly.

"You," Gan Yu called softly, this being the first time she had spoken to this unfamiliar young man, "Is this Jade Pearl White Jade Soup...?"

So, which idiot came up with such an outrageous dish name...?

Just as Qing Nuoyan was about to answer, Miss Ying spoke first.

"I won't give you any."

She stared at Gan Yu warily, like a majestic little lion guarding its food, her body blocking the offerings, "Don't steal any."

After all, she herself had never tried it before!

This little girl is really something...

Gan Yu shook her head with a hint of helplessness—how could she steal food?

How could immortals do something so disgraceful?

“I had no intention of stealing,” she said calmly. “Besides, I really hate the taste of ‘Jade Pearl White Jade Soup’ now.”

"Why?" Qing Nuoyan asked curiously.

There's no reason why.

Gan Yu gazed somewhat absently at the gently rippling lake, the shallow ripples shimmering and reflecting in her bright golden eyes, cool and serene.

“I simply despise it—and what I want to advise you is that if you are truly dedicated to the celestial abode, you should not use this ‘Jade Pearl White Jade Soup’.”

"Why?" Shen He didn't quite understand either.

Why, why... Gan Yu's voice faded, "There is no why."

This dish reminded her of someone she didn't want to think about, and whenever she recalled that person, her emotions became unstable.

I see...

Qing Nuoyan was somewhat dejected. He subconsciously stared at the bowl of steaming tofu soup and began to have some guesses in his mind.

It's him from his past life, being disliked again.

The immortal disliked tofu soup, but his promise in his previous life was to offer tofu soup. In other words, wasn't this a sign of dislike?

Really.

He smiled helplessly.

Nevertheless, the agreement must still be fulfilled.

He carefully arranged the Jade Pearl White Jade Soup and then placed the other two dishes. Suddenly, he was stunned. There were clearly four seats, but why were there only three dishes?

One person is missing.

"The empty seat is for the senior disciple," Shen He explained.

"Senior Brother?"

Qing Nuoyan turned to gaze at the tall, aloof girl. Shen He nodded earnestly, "I've heard Master mention her before; she's called 'Floating Abode'..."

“He is not your senior brother,” Gan Yu said coldly, her bright golden eyes fixed on Shen He. “He is not your senior brother.”

Floating dwelling.

A strange name.

It doesn't matter anymore.

It's getting late now, and the setting sun is scattering its rays haphazardly. Soon, it will be dusk.

Three kowtows, three bows.

What a strange boy...

Gan Yu stared at Qing Nuoyan, thinking to herself.

"Now that you've placed your offerings, you should leave... Huh?" Gan Yu was stunned. "...What are you doing?"

The so-called three kowtows and three bows are a very solemn ceremony.

The dim sunlight shone on the boy's back, dreamlike and illusory. He slowly lowered his head toward the stone bench, supporting himself on two fingers, his forehead touching the ground, and lingered there for a long, long time.

The boy's face was solemn, so solemn it bordered on pious.

The magnificent sunset painted the scene like a painting.

Qing Nuoyan doesn't remember anything. Perhaps he was once someone who was resented, but he still wants to fulfill his promise earnestly.

A thousand years have passed, and Qing Nuoyan understands that his return here still carries a certain meaning he wants to convey.

[The fourth agreement has been fulfilled]

[Reward: Some magical arts (due to your oath, you will not suffer any side effects)]

[Level Up]

[lv30→lv40]

[The fifth promise: Go to the 'Salt of the Earth', find the salt jar and the salt ruler, and awaken 'her']

Gan Yu stared at the earnestly bowing boy, and for some reason, she had a strange sense of déjà vu. Gan Yu shook her head slightly, trying to banish the strange feeling from her mind.