Genshin Impact: My confession was rejected, so I traveled to seven countries

In the early morning, a ray of morning light broke the tranquility of the night. The sunlight gradually dispelled the shadows of the night, and all things began to wake up under this warm light.

"Su Mo."

A voice was heard, and then there was no further sound.

Su Mo glanced at Master Lishui who was walking towards the cave, and couldn't help but sigh. He just stood up silently, patted the dust off his body, got up and followed him.

Shen He stood in the dim light of early morning, watching the backs of Su Mo and Li Shui Zhenjun, his eyes full of complexity. Finally, just as the two were about to reach the entrance of the cave, a hint of determination flashed in Shen He's eyes.

"Master Zhen, please let me go in with you this time!"

"Hmm?" Lishui Zhenjun turned to look at Shen He, who was looking expectant, and frowned slightly: "Are you sure? This time it will be even more cruel."

"Well, I'm sure." Shen He didn't hesitate at all, and there was a determination in her eyes.

Seeing this, Su Mo advised, "Senior Sister, it's fine if I'm alone. You should prepare lunch for us outside." There was a hint of loneliness in his voice, as if he was worried about Shen He and himself who were about to go in and enjoy themselves.

Shen He looked at Su Mo seriously and said, "No, let me go in with you this time. I promise I won't disturb your competition."

Su Mo felt bitter after hearing this.

In terms of competition, it was clearly a one-sided crushing.

Unlike Su Mo's distress, Lishui Zhenjun looked at Shen He with interest: "Oh? You really won't disturb us? We can't make any noise here, are you sure you can do it?"

Shen He nodded firmly: "I can."

Lishui Zhenjun smiled mysteriously: "If that's the case, then come in."

. . . . . .

"what!"

Su Mo was knocked away by Lishui Zhenjun again. This time, Lishui Zhenjun did not let Su Mo have any breathing space from the very beginning. Every time Su Mo was knocked away, Lishui Zhenjun would always be one step faster than him, flash to his side, and knock him away again with one punch. There was no pause at all, as if it was flowing like clouds and running water, done in one go.

Finally, after flying at high altitude for half an hour, Su Mo fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth and fainted.

Lishui Zhenjun stretched his muscles a few times and looked at Shen He who was silent beside him. He said jokingly, "How is it? Not bad, right?"

Shen He nodded without saying anything. He just gently picked up Su Mo, who was foaming at the mouth, and walked outside.

Lishui Zhenjun looked at Shen He's back, shook his head and walked out.

In the next month, Master Lishui began to torture Su Mo inhumanely. First, Su Mo's high-altitude experience became longer and longer, and then the strength continued to increase. Although Su Mo's physical fitness was greatly improved, he could not withstand such training. He was beaten half to death every time before he was able to rest.

During the whole process, Shen He watched quietly from the side. From being able to accept it at the beginning, he gradually became unable to bear it and dared not watch it anymore.

But on this day, Shen He completely broke down.

Because Lishui Zhenjun, in order to completely transform Su Mo, cruelly asked Su Mo to cramp and peel his own skin. The pain was unbearable for ordinary people. As Su Mo began to self-harm, large pieces of flesh were torn off his body, and blood spilled on the ground. Su Mo wailed continuously during the process, but his hands did not stop moving at all.

Shen He watched this scene with his own eyes, and was shocked. In the end, he turned his head, closed his eyes, and looked to the side.

Lishui Zhenjun watched this scene calmly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He nodded from time to time to express his satisfaction.

After an unknown amount of time, the mournful wails finally stopped in Shen He's ears, but the voice continued to echo in her ears like a nightmare, as if it would never end.

Just when Shen He thought it was finally over, suddenly a voice even more shrill than before was heard. The wailing sound was like a vengeful ghost jumping out of the underworld, shrill and painful.

Shen He forced himself to open his eyes and turned to look.

I saw flesh and blood splattering in the air, flesh and blood splashing like raindrops, and bright red liquid dripping from the air, falling on the ground drop by drop, making the ground shine with a strange light under the sunlight.

It turned out that after Su Mo completed his self-harm, Lishui Zhenjun started his inhumane torture again.

Seeing Su Mo's bloody body in the air, Shen He couldn't help but feel something swirling in her eyes. There was an emotion that she wanted to release. She wanted to shout loudly and make it all stop, but in the end, she forced herself to suppress this emotion.

As time went by, the wailing became more and more shrill. Shen He closed his eyes tightly, squatted down and covered his ears as if he didn't want to hear such a miserable sight anymore.

But that voice was like the devil's roar, constantly echoing in her ears, and even if she covered her ears, she couldn't block it out.

After a moment, the long-pent-up emotions seemed to be about to burst out like a flash flood. Shen He suddenly felt something passing across his cheek, something wet, like water.

Shen He subconsciously reached out and gently stroked her face. Looking at the wet water droplets on her fingers, she couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

What's this? Tears?

She didn't quite understand how someone like her, who was emotionally indifferent and didn't care about worldly affairs, could feel sad because of others.

Su Mo was still flying in the air, Li Shui Zhenjun's figure continued, and Shen He on the ground was in a state of confusion.

"Shen He, Shen He..."

A burst of calling voices pulled Shen He back to reality from his thoughts. Shen He came to his senses and realized that Su Mo's battle was over. Looking at the True Lord Lishui in front of him, Shen He looked a little dazed: "True Lord, is it over?"

Lishui Zhenjun looked at Shen He and smiled: "Yes, it's over." After saying this, Lishui Zhenjun turned and walked out of the cave.

Shen He looked at the miserable scene in the room and Su Mo lying on the ground. Her emotions finally broke out like a flash flood. Tears as big as beans kept sliding down her face and she squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

“Ah, ah, wuwu…”

When Master Lishui walked out of the cave, he couldn't help but smile when he heard the heart-wrenching cry.

In reality, the other immortals were also quite distressed about Shen He. Although Shen He possessed a strong affinity for immortality and possessed exceptional talent for cultivation, her fate forced her to suppress her emotions with a red string, turning her into a cold-blooded person who cared nothing for anything. While long-term suppression certainly had some effect, the problem was that Shen He wasn't an emotionless machine; she was a real person with real feelings. Even immortals like them had their own joys and sorrows, but Shen He's suppressed indifference would sooner or later backfire, and sooner or later, this backlash would erupt with even greater ferocity.

For the sake of his disciple's safety, Master Liuyun has been trying to find ways to release Shen He's emotions over the years to maintain her emotional balance, but to little avail.

That's why Master Lishui wanted to use Su Mo to guide Shen He. After all, Shen He is still a human being. Although she is indifferent, she still has her own emotions and desires. Facing such a tragic scene, she would also feel uncomfortable and heartbroken.

But now it seems to have been successful.

Lishui Zhenjun looked up at the rising sun, put his hands behind his back, and murmured, "Liuyun, Liuyun, it seems that this time, you really have to thank me."

The crying continued, but the rising sun was also rising slowly in the eastern sky, bright and dazzling, as if it was a sign of revival.