"boom--"

There was a dull thud, and the man leaning on the rocking chair opened his eyes a little and looked at the collapsed rocking chair next to him with a little confusion.

The rocking chair, which was produced by the twelfth Calamity of the Fatui, was well-made and extremely safe. It was originally designed to avoid all kinds of unexpected situations caused by bad luck, but...

The white-haired man sat among the debris, frowning and looking very puzzled.

The umbrella above his head used to shade him from the sun tilted slightly because of the loud noise, just avoiding the victim and pouring all the sunlight onto the unfortunate man.

Navelle:...

I'm not afraid of falling, but the glaring sun falling on me and the soft, hot sand under my feet...

murder!

That Villette took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, shook his shorts, and looked at the man next to him inquiringly, "Mr. Su was also..."

So unlucky?

Hearing this, Zhongli seemed to be lost in thought. He recalled all the bad things he had seen before, and after a while he shook his head.

Under Villette's curious gaze, Zhongli finally spoke up and said in a deep voice, "I'm much more unlucky than you are now."

At least other people’s bad luck is not fatal, but Su Ming’s bad luck in the past was really fatal.

All his luck had been drained away to maintain the operation of the system, and some strange gods secretly attacked him, making the already unlucky Su Ming even more unlucky. Time and again, they were trying to kill Su Ming.

Thinking of this, Zhongli leaned back in the rocking chair, his eyes swept over Villette, his voice still low and steady, "He is not injured, less than one-tenth of him."

Navelle:...

Suddenly I feel that being the wild god Su Ming is not an easy task either.

"I see." Villette sighed softly, and after thinking for a while, he did not look for another chair. He just sat cross-legged under the parasol, intending to wait and see what would happen.

Zhongli withdrew his gaze and continued to focus on the book in his hand.

Well, this book is about a fox and a god in Inazuma's family. The language is beautiful and the emotions are delicate, but I feel that the author of this light novel may not respect his own god very much.

……

On the other side of the coast, Su Ming followed Ying and climbed the mountain slowly, his eyes sweeping around the things that looked like phonograph amplifiers. Finally, he sighed, "Ah, at this moment, I don't know whether I should lament my good or bad memory."

In this illusion built based on Xin Yan’s memory, everything is closely related to music, but I can’t remember the specific plot clearly. I can only remember a few vague things, which is weird.

It makes people have no desire to explore, but they are also very curious about the plot that they can't remember.

"It doesn't matter. I don't remember every line from the previous trips." Ying waved her hand nonchalantly and took out an apple from her bag and handed it to him. "Want to eat?"

"No." Su Ming threw the apple to Paimon and walked lazily towards the top of the mountain. "Why didn't Fischl catch up?"

When they set out, there was no trace of Fischl, and she did not join them in exploring the fantasy world related to Xinyan.

Hearing this, Ying showed a strange expression on her face. She opened her mouth but lowered her voice, "She said she had other commissions, but I felt like she was a little embarrassed."

Everyone has illusions, and Fischl is no exception. For example, there is an illusion based on Fischl's childhood imagination...

I get goosebumps just thinking about it.

Su Ming: ...

That's true.

Su Ming looked at the phonographs and drums entangled by vines that appeared on both sides of the road, and stopped after thinking for a long time.

"Why don't you leave?" Paimon held a bright red apple and chewed it, tilting his head in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Su Ming pointed at the drum beside him, and after thinking for a long time, he turned to look at his fellow explorers, "Friends, this drum and phonograph are Xin Yan's style, so why are we climbing the mountain instead of playing drums?"

Xin Yan was confused for a moment, "Because... I just played your escape room game before coming here for vacation. In order to avoid danger, I shouldn't touch strange things."

Isn't it right?

So they didn't touch these plants that looked like musical instruments along the way.

Su Ming was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Wan Ye and Mona, "Why don't you touch it either?"

Has everyone lost their minds?!

Mona pointed to the water divination plate floating in front of her, her face calm, "Because I'm busy with divination."

Su Ming's gaze moved to Wan Ye again, and he just saw the white-haired boy stuffing a small leaf into his sleeve.

Paimon and Ying looked at each other, one holding the apple and the other holding his sword, their eyes were extremely clear.

Su Ming: ...

How come all these smart people are not using their brains now? !

"I see." Ying suddenly realized and walked quickly towards the foot of the mountain, "We should go back and beat the first drum now!"

Paimon followed behind with an innocent look on his face, "So why didn't you knock just now?"

"Because I assumed that Su Ming was the one who was in charge of the team, so I didn't knock until he said so." Ying had a pair of innocent light golden eyes, and she didn't look at all like a wise traveler who was famous in Teyvat. "It's bad. It doesn't matter whether Su Ming is in the travel team or not."

If you're here, you'll easily exhaust yourself; if you're not here, you'll feel like something's missing.

terrible!

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