Genshin Impact: Invincible! Starting from kidnapping Linnet

"No, no, no! Dad, please give it back to me--" Han Jingjing rolled over on the bed angrily. She loved reading this book, especially the male protagonist, who was very attractive to her.

"No! No!" Han Yu put the book away and threw a Teyvat guide to Han Jingjing. "Read it carefully and learn it well. Otherwise, how can you help Dad?"

Han Jingjing snorted, "Okay—"

Nata is particularly quiet tonight, and each tribe is having a heated discussion among themselves about the topic of counterattacking the abyss.

...

The master of smoke riddles.

"I object! Nata has just experienced that war, and the people are exhausted. Especially our Lord Yanmi, we have lost too many tribal warriors."

"That's exactly what you said. Nata has been through such a long war, and everyone is already exhausted. If we fight again... I'm afraid..." The speaker was a younger and more capable shaman named Smoke Riddle.

"Although the Fire God was chosen from among ordinary people, after going through baptism, the power within her body is simply incomparable to ours. Besides, we finally got a respite, why can't we let Nata rest? Look at the scars on the earth, my people!"

This time, Lord Yanmi is convening a meeting of the entire tribe. Logically speaking, isn't he afraid that the abyss will transform into a tribal member and mix in?

In fact, it is not the case. The Smoke Master has a very powerful spiritual ability. They connect the spirits of the tribe members through the Great Spirit. If the abyss monsters dare to sneak through, they will not be able to escape their detection.

"I... I have something to say." From the sound of his voice, it can be seen that he is a young man. He was given the title of shaman at such a young age. He can be said to be a dragon among men with unlimited future.

Xitlari recognized this person as the descendant of the man who had rebuked Fernina for violating the Great Elder Long two hundred years ago...

Two hundred years after Han Yu brought Funina back in time, the Smoke Master had another legendary figure. He was the pride of the tribe and a hero who sacrificed fearlessly in the fight against the abyss.

......

180 years ago, Nata.

Time flies, and it has been more than 40 years since Han Yu and Funina traveled back.

"Sitrali, please help take care of my disappointing son. Regarding those unpleasant things in the past..." He coughed a few times, a dark red streak running down the corner of his mouth. "I... I've remembered that person's words for the rest of my life. Hanyu is my role model, and he also served as a warning to me."

The man's breath gradually weakened, and he continued tremblingly: "I really want to be friends with them both. I... I really want to say sorry to that white-haired lady—"

Xitlari helped the man up and walked slowly towards the Lord of Smoke. The land of the Lord of Smoke was covered with the corpses of abyss monsters and the cries of tribal warriors.

"Yes, may your soul return to the embrace of the Night God and have a good sleep." Sitrali looked at the man's blood-stained face. Since the end of the Seven-Colored War, Han Yu has been the foreigner he respected most, and also the goal and direction he pursued.

For... Nata——

...

Time went back to the present. The young man punched the stone table, then raised his fist high above his head, and blood flowed down his arm.

"Our ancestors have lived in Nata for generations. We love this land. Even though it has been destroyed beyond recognition by the abyss, have our ancestors ever given up on it?" The young man's eyes were bright as he looked at his people.

Sitrali suddenly widened her beautiful eyes and looked at the descendant of the hero. The words she said at that time were still echoing in her memory, unable to calm down.

"Your descendants have lived up to your trust and seem to be somewhat like you back then." Sitrali smiled bitterly, as if responding to the advice given two hundred years ago.

The young man was silent for a moment, then his emotions reached a peak. He roared, "I will never forget the teachings of my ancestors. If we stop now, wouldn't it be a waste of the blood they shed on the land of Nata!"

Xitrali smiled with relief, while Olorun silently raised his right hand and said, "I support you!"

The eldest grandson was also infected by the other party and felt that the other party had very similar ideals as himself.

"You... and you all!" The young man pointed his bloodstained finger at the cowards one by one. "Protect the tribe for me. If I die, tell my son that Lord Yanmi has no cowards, only warriors who bravely slaughter the abyss!"

The young man looked determined, flicked his sleeves and strode away.

The current leader of the Yanmi tribe, Bilan, remained silent. He mainly wanted to see the attitude of his tribe members towards the decision of the God of Fire.

"As expected of a descendant of a tribal hero, with such ambition, there is no need to worry about the abyss." Bilan thought to himself.

A young man named Kusale was standing on a rock, looking at the thriving land. At this moment...

"Elder Trabo!" Kusale heard footsteps behind him. Unlike humans, the footsteps of the Night Dragon were very light.

"Woo~"

The Great Elder Trapo of the Dark Dragon spread his wings and embraced the young man, and a memory passed through Kusale's mind like a warm current.

In his memory, he seemed to have returned to a hundred years ago and saw his ancestors.

"This is... great-grandfather!"

This memory comes from the inheritance among the great elders of Mingshilong, and records the members of the Smoke Master who bravely fought against the abyss for Nata.

"Thank you, Great Elder. I'm much better now." The young man wiped away his tears and said, "I'm going to go see him."

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Holy Fire Arena.

"Dad, someone's knocking on the door..." Han Jingjing got up sleepily, shaking Han Yu.

"Go and open it. Who is it? It's so late." Han Yu was a little tired, so he was too lazy to get out of bed.

The door was slowly opened.

"I'm here to find..." Kusale's eyes widened.

He was at the age of full of vigor and vitality, and when he saw Han Jingjing's clothes, he couldn't help swallowing.

The other person turned into a mature lady wearing a lace one-piece pajamas with the strap on one shoulder falling off. Han Jingjing rubbed her eyes and looked at the other person in confusion.

"I'm... sorry! I don't know you." Kusale had also seen the portrait hanging in the Yanmi tribe, depicting the legendary figure, Han Yu himself.

"Eh! Holy shit." Because the lights were off, Han Yu paid too much attention to what Han Jingjing was wearing. He had no idea when this girl started liking to wear this kind of pajamas???

"Excuse me!" The young man in front of him looked like the owner of the smoke puzzle.

Why did the Smoke Master want to see me so late at night? Did something happen to Xitlari?

"Jingjing!" Han Yu shouted in a low voice.

Could it be that I was thinking in the wrong way?

"I'm so sorry I disturbed your rest by visiting you so late at night," Kusale said politely. "I'm finally meeting you in person."

Han Yu also felt that the other person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

"That's not right. Two hundred years have passed. Are you an immortal?"

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