Genshin Impact: Wherever you go, all wear and tear will be eliminated

On the Tianheng Mountain supported by the Measuring Stone, a figure in black with wings on its back fell down. It looked at this familiar place for a while and walked towards a house.

From afar, I saw two beauties sitting together, one with black hair and a green shirt, the real fairy Ling Chen, and the other with waterfall-like gray hair tied up with a hairpin, like a goddess in a painting.

This hairpin was given by Mo Ran before. It has the function of concealing the aura, so even the person in the sky cannot detect anything unusual.

The former of the two beauties was Ah Ping, the True Lord of Gechenlang City. She stretched out her bare hand and lifted the chin of the latter, the Demon God of Dust, Guizhong, and said, "Who are you?"

"Have you forgotten? I am a demon god!"

"Haha, I'm not satisfied with this answer." Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun put his pretty face closer, exhaled sweet air, and said, "He should be my person!"

With one hand he grasped Guizhong's chin, making it impossible for him to dodge; with the other hand, unwilling to be left alone, he reached out and teased the itchy spot on Guizhong's body.

"Don't! Don't..." Gui had been a demon god all his life, but he was laughing so hard that he was shaking with laughter, and had no power to fight back.

The scenery was charming, but Mo Ran did not continue to appreciate it. He stopped them and said, "Sister, Ping, I'm back."

Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun's white hands paused, and he and Gui Zhong turned their heads together. The figure was firmly established there.

"I'm glad you came back safely." Gui Zhong put her arms around him, hugged him gently, and then let go.

At this moment, Mo Ran had thousands of words stuck in his heart and he really didn't know what to say. He could only sigh heavily.

Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun's smile became even more charming, his eyebrows and eyes were full of emotion, and he smiled at his brother, "Don't sigh all the time. It's a good thing that you're back. You should smile more."

"Well, thanks for the reminder!"

"You're still being polite to me. As an elder sister, you should take more care of your children. Children should be taught from a young age. Being polite is a good thing, but is it necessary for family members to talk about it all the time?" Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun was chattering like an old lady.

Gui Zhong quickly covered her mouth with one hand, interrupting her nagging, "Recently, Ping has often transformed into an old man and gone to Liyue Harbor to recruit disciples, so she is quite nagging."

Mo Ran nodded and called out naturally, "Hello, Grandma Ping!"

Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun glared, broke free from Guizhong's restraints, and said in feigned anger: "You even called me grandma? Don't you know how old you are?"

"Anyway, he's younger than you and my sister, much younger!" Mo Ran's words were shocking, and they immediately attracted two hatreds.

Although they were indeed quite old, the two beauties, who still looked their best, glared at him unhappily, rolled their eyes seductively, and looked like they couldn't be appeased, just like Master Liuyun Jiefeng.

Mo Ran even suspected that it was the crane that taught him this.

Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun glanced around and whispered, "In the end, it's still the same."

"Yeah." Gui Zhongsheng turned his form and transformed into Dao Dust to bind Mo Ran. Ge Chen Lang Shi Zhenjun moved both hands at the same time and tickled the itchy flesh on Mo Ran's side.

But Mo Ran didn't mind it. He had never felt itchy since he was a child, so he just let them be.

"Can't you feel the itch? Why don't you react at all?" Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun was so tired that he was sweating profusely, his clothes stuck to his delicate body, and his outline was faintly visible.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and rested, saying, "The answer is correct, but there is no prize."

"What a scoundrel!" Ge Chenlangshi Zhenjun sat back in his chair, fanning himself with a storybook. Just looking at the cover, one could tell that it was not a normal storybook. It seemed to have the same source as the one he had just had with Guizhong.

In the end, he turned back into human form, walking on the ground barefoot, but his feet were spotless.

Mo Ran stayed here for a while, then walked to a stone cave on the waist of Tianheng Mountain. He learned from the conversation just now that Marcosius had never left here since he was sealed.

Mo Ran was holding a food box in his hand, which contained a few freshly made spicy meat steamed buns. This was a dish invented by his old friend, the stove demon Marcosius. It was easy to make, filling, and could also keep away the cold.

"Are you back?" Marcosius lay on his side on a stone bed.

When Mo Ran walked nearby, He had already noticed this silly raccoon and snorted, "He even remembers to bring vegetables! It seems that he has grown a lot in these thousand years." Marcosius was like a young lady meeting a heartless man.

"Well, isn't it just being sealed for a thousand years? I don't want the Demon God War to end with one less friend."

Mo Ran appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him, saying: "I am just sealed, but if you disperse all your divine power, you will lose all your memories and the demon god will no longer be with you. Don't you know which is more important?"

"Of course I know, but it was clearly my responsibility, but you suffered the consequences. This shouldn't have happened." Marcosius looked down at the ground with a dejected look on his face.

"What do you mean it's your responsibility? Purifying the land of Liyue is your own choice, not a mission. No one says it must be done by you."

"Besides, if I have this ability, why don't I save you? If I can't even save my own friends, what's the point of having this strength?"

"You, you've lived much longer than me, how come you still don't understand!"

Mo Ran said a lot in one breath. Marcosius looked up at him, the gloom on his face was wiped away, and he smiled, "It seems that nothing has gone wrong. You are still you."

Mo Ran laughed and cursed, "So you were framing me just now! Shameless raccoon."

"Haha, are you happy?"

"A little bit." Mo Ran sat down with a sense of relief and started eating the spicy meat steamed buns. Due to the taste, he made two kinds, one very spicy for Marcosius and one slightly spicy for himself.

"Not bad, it hasn't gotten any worse, it still tastes the same!" Marcosius took a bite of the steamed bread in his hand and exclaimed in praise.

"you do not say!"

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After talking with Marcosius for a long time, Mo Ran returned to the Yaksha camp to help some fairies with deep karma to eliminate their karma. It was already noon the next day.

The rising sun is bright and shining on the entire earth. Among the mountains and fields, countless creatures are walking around, all of them are animals that work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

When Mo Ran arrived at the meeting tent, the five Yakshas were already waiting inside, each holding a notebook in their hands.

"Big brother." Seeing Mo Ran, who was dressed in black, coming towards them, the Five Yakshas greeted him.

Mo Ran nodded and asked, "The list of Yakshas who died in the Demon God War is all here, right?"

Mi Nu said: "Yes, they are all here, just waiting for big brother to come back."

"Well, let's go and get ready to work!"

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A hundred miles west of Liyue Harbor, Mo Ran and the Five Yakshas landed here with solemn expressions.

“Yakshas, ​​today I will carve your names on the memorial wall of the temple, so that the descendants of Liyue will always remember your contributions. The Yaksha clan will never be forgotten by the world!”

Mo Ran used the power of rock element to build a huge temple. Jin Peng, the smallest of the Five Yakshas, ​​stood with his feet on the wind wheel and painted the roof and walls.

Soon, a golden lacquered roof was supported by pink and white walls and vermilion columns. In the yard were several lush green trees that were ripened by grass elemental power.

The side halls on both sides enshrine stone sculptures of Yakshas. The right hall is home to five Yaksha generals wearing Nuo masks and warding off evil spirits. The left hall is home to a bird among the flying Yakshas.

The most important thing is the wall in the main hall.

Mo Ran used his fingers like a pen knife to carve name after name on the wall. Next to the incense burner on the stone table in the middle were placed the incense sticks brought by the Yakshas.

The carving lasted from noon till the time when the moon and stars were shining brightly, and a total of 1,564 Yakshas were killed.

Mo Ran looked at these familiar names, speechless. The Five Yakshas were the same. Thinking about the past companionship, it seemed like time had passed so quickly.

They are not yet gray-haired, but they have already left. Fate plays tricks on people, which is the most hurtful.

The five Yakshas standing in the temple burned a stick of incense to the heroes who sacrificed their lives for Liyue, closed their eyes and commemorated them, standing on the land they guarded, as if they had never left.

The dazzling and glorious name of the Rock Kingdom will be passed down forever, and future generations will never forget every warrior who saved the country from danger.

We will never forget the awe and character that their descendants should have.