Genshin Impact: Dionysus reigns supreme, all demons retreat!

Xu Ning looked at the skinny Awei standing at the door of the small house and asked, "Aren't you the waiter from Wangshu Inn?"

“It’s not like that anymore, I quit,” said the skinny Ah Wei, his face gloomy.

"I understand." Xu Ning smiled.

“After all, during the day at the inn, I heard Boss Gordet say that you are not even as good as a cat.”

Upon hearing this, the skinny Ah Wei's face darkened even more, as if water were about to drip from it.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to suffer, bring me your wine gourd and that silver sword."

Xu Ning ignored what the skinny guy, Awei, said.

He picked up the remaining section of bowstring from the table and tied it into a knot around the narrow waist of the wine gourd.

And he continued to belittle the skinny guy.

"You know what? Later, Gaudette actually got a cat and put it on her counter to greet customers. Not only did she do it better than you, but she also..."

Xu Ning looked up and smiled brightly.

"...That cat really is also named Awei."

"You are courting death!"

Skinny Ah Wei suddenly flew into a rage, pulled a rusty dagger from his sleeve, and was about to rush in.

However, Xu Ning reacted faster than him.

With a flick of his left hand, the brass gourd flew out of his grasp and smashed straight at the skinny Ah Wei's nose.

This was quite abrupt.

Skinny Ah Wei was shocked and dodged Xu Ning's blow by leaning back and rolling.

Beside a large tree in the courtyard, a dark figure who was about to make a move immediately shrank back behind the tree upon seeing this.

Xu Ning hooked the bowstring tied to his left little finger.

The gourd that had been thrown away bounced back into Xu Ning's hand.

Xu Ning pulled out the stopper and took a big gulp, then told Beidou to stand at the door and watch the show.

He swaggered out of the house and said to the slightly disheveled skinny Ah Wei outside, "I've just gotten stronger and I've got a weapon, so I'm really feeling pretty cocky now!"

"Excuse me, but you should be considered a mortal in Teyvat, right? No elemental power, no sect skills, no special talents, right?"

Skinny Ah Wei gritted his teeth, didn't utter a sound, and charged forward with a thrust, a slash, and a chop.

Xu Ning, carrying his wine gourd, deftly slipped past.

"You talk the talk but don't walk the walk, and you walk the walk but don't talk the walk. In that respect, you're quite qualified!"

Xu Ning rambled on for a moment, then, seeing that the skinny Ah Wei didn't have the villainous chatterbox trait, he directly threw a punch in retaliation.

Knee strike, hip kick, rib thrust.

The only blow, however, landed on the throat of the skinny Awei because Xu Ning was shorter, though Awei seemed to be in more pain.

Skinny Ah Wei, his eyes bulging, clutched his throat and staggered back a few steps.

He couldn't believe that the child in front of him, who was only eight or nine years old, had a stronger punch than him.

"What? Going back on your word? How about this, I'll stand here and let you go first, okay?"

Seeing the expression on the skinny Awei's face, Xu Ning knew that he was already a little scared.

However, Xu Ning had no intention of letting him off the hook and immediately started to mock him.

After all, a person who would harm young children is a menace to the world.

Having lived two lives, Xu Ning knew very well.

Eradicating evil completely is not just something to be said.

Skinny Ah Wei, as expected, couldn't stand being provoked and charged forward again, dagger in hand.

Xu Ning calmed his mind and circulated his alcohol elemental power throughout his body, and an extremely rich alcohol aura began to condense between his fists.

It was at this moment that Xu Ning was surprised to find that his wine gourd had undergone some strange changes.

When the wine element in his left hand condensed, it appeared on the wine gourd he was holding in his palm.

The dragon pattern on the brass gourd gradually turned red from tail to head.

At the same time, the flame at the center of the deep-sea blue jade, the eye of the god embedded in the gourd, was also gradually growing larger.

However, the skinny guy, Ah Wei, was already very close to his neck with the knife.

Beidou, who had come close to the entrance to watch the commotion, turned pale.

Xu Ning didn't bother to delve into the reasons for this change; he calmed himself and delivered a powerful punch.

"Heavy Punch - Let's Drink!"

A punch landed squarely on the chest of the skinny Awei.

At the same time, a thick, almost tangible dragon-shaped aura of alcohol was also sent into the body of the skinny Awei along with this punch.

Skinny Ah Wei suddenly looked like a drunkard, his face flushed, his eyes closed, swaying as if he were asleep.

A fierce glint flashed in Xu Ning's eyes. He clenched his right fist into a phoenix-eye shape, bent his elbow, and thrust it forward like a sharp cone, piercing right into the temple of the skinny Awei.

When he fell to the ground, the fierce waiter who was clutching the dagger was already dead.

Beidou jumped down from the steps at the door and ran over to hug Xu Ning's arm.

"You scared me to death just now! What were you spacing out about?"

Xu Ning rubbed his right thumb against the second joint of his index finger. Having witnessed life and death in his hands, he truly felt like a member of this world.

Xu Ning turned to the little girl and smiled, "Weren't you holding back a big move just now? You were going to inject the alcohol into his body, and you didn't see how he instantly became completely drunk and unconscious."

Beidou suddenly laughed and said, "I knew it! All that alcohol you drank disappeared. Turns out you were saving it to throw up on someone else."

Xu Ning said disdainfully, "What kind of way of understanding is that?"

"So how's that bastard doing now?"

Xu Ning took a sip of wine and said calmly, "Awei is dead."

"died?"

Beidou was startled and gently kicked the skinny man lying on the ground with his toe.

Skinny Awei didn't make a sound.

Xu Ning looked at her slightly panicked eyes and gently rubbed her head.

"Don't be afraid or regretful. Tolerating evil people will only lead to more evil. Therefore, it is essential to eradicate evil thoroughly."

"Go inside and rest for a bit. I'll drag him to the back hill and find a place to deal with him. I'll come back and tell you a bedtime story about Leopard Head!"

"...Finally, Leopard Head died of a stroke from anger and coughing up blood."

In the mountain valley to the north of the fishing village, there seemed to be a gathering place for a group of Hittites.

Xu Ning simply left the skinny Awei there and went back to coax Beidou to sleep.

After Xu Ning finished speaking with his arms as a pillow, he turned his head and saw that Beidou's ruby-like eyes were bright and alert, showing no signs of sleepiness.

"This man died such a miserable death."

Beidou made a quiet assessment.

"Isn't that right? So, you must never let any bullshit rules bind you in the future, whether they are moral or emotional."

"It's not that we shouldn't have morality and reason, but that everything should start from your own heart. Only when your thoughts are clear can you be free."

Beidou nodded and concluded, "So if I were that person, I should kill the petty villain immediately, then kill the big villain, and then go and become a pirate. My mind would be at peace, and I would be carefree!"

"Those were water pirates... well, they were no different from regular pirates. Okay, story's over, let's go to sleep!"

Beidou reached out and tugged at Xu Ning's clothes, pulling them back and forth, "I'm not sleepy at all right now."

"Besides, the story you just told me was so unpleasant to listen to. Do you have any funer pirate stories?"

Xu Ning thought for a moment, "There really is a happy one, and I could tell you about it until the end of the world and still not finish. Let me tell you two episodes today..."

The voices telling stories inside the house gradually faded, and the dark shadows behind the big tree outside had long since disappeared.

Only a young man with a weathered face lay on the roof of the small house, listening to the story below.

He murmured to himself, "Only with clear thinking can one attain freedom. Only with clear thinking..."