Original God: Max level combat method can do whatever you want

Wendy paused slightly while drinking, and a few drops of wine fell from the corners of her mouth.

Then he stared at Dainsleb with an expression as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

Wendy could tell that Dainsleb's answer was serious.

But it is also an obvious temptation.

but...

You are really...who gave you the courage?

No~ buddy, Heavenly Justice and the Maintainer have fallen into a deep sleep, the other three rulers are too lazy to pay attention to you ants, and he and the old man are too lazy to pay attention either.

This doesn't mean you guys can represent Teyvat.

You decide whether Mengge is harmful to Teyvat?

How many dishes are there to drink like this?

Are you sober?

Well... maybe...

If we let this guy go, maybe he can make Meng Ge'er laugh?

Oh~ forget it.

If this guy is stupid and makes Meng Ge'er angry, it will be more trouble than it is worth.

"The Abyss Cult that's chasing you will go back to where you came from."

"It's not your business to worry about Meng'er's affairs."

Wendy rolled her eyes and disappeared into the wind.

If he continued to stay there, he was afraid that he would not be able to resist giving this guy a big fight.

Knowing that Meng Ge'er is an Adventer, he can revive the demon at will.

Don’t you have any idea?

Can the power of the abyss expand so much just by dividing it?

Even crazier than that witch Alice.

Just couldn't see it.

He should just be blown away by a gust of wind.

It also saves him the trouble of making this trip.

"twenty three..."

Wendy's departure did not change Dainsleb's expression.

Although Liyue Harbor cannot be entered, no one can be seen.

But he already had half the answer he wanted.

Barbatos, the god of wind, and Morax, the god of rock, are two of the seven oldest gods.

Their attitude is already very clear.

"The two oldest of the Seven have placed their bets..."

"Or is it a double bet?"

Dainsleb frowned.

Will there be a conflict between Sora and him?

Where is Ying?

There is an extremely huge variable on this chessboard.

The good situation suddenly became confusing and unclear.

Did that sinner also expect something like this to happen?

Stay there for a long time.

Dainsleb finally chose to turn around and leave.

Since I can't get in or see him anyway, why should I stay here?

Chapter 182 Rosalin: A Group of Silverfish~Insects~ (Please collect and subscribe!!!)

"The Queen has ordered."

"Choose one person and send him to Liyue."

"I wish to clear up misunderstandings, mend fences, resolve past grievances, and...reclaim the heart of the Rock God."

“The candidate has not yet been determined.”

"Who is willing to recommend themselves?"

After the white-haired old man finished speaking.

In the pale hall, you could hear a pin drop.

There were only faint echoes of the whistling cold wind.

"I just came back from Liyue, and my injuries haven't fully healed yet."

"Whoever wants to go can go."

Tartaglia was wearing a plush cloak and waved her hand with a slightly decadent expression.

He decisively removed himself from the candidates.

Go deal with that Meng Xing again?

Don't pick him, thanks!

"Tartaria, among the executive officers, you are the only one who has dealt with him."

"I think you're the best candidate."

"It doesn't matter if the injury hasn't healed yet. After all, this time we're here to settle past grievances, so there's no need to fight."

Pantalone shook his head, denying Tartaglia's statement.

And pushed him to the top.

I really...thank you.

You're waiting, you bastard. If I dare give you a chance, I'll kill you on the spot.

Tartaglia narrowed his eyes, his gaze filled with undisguised murderous intent:

"I'm sorry, I'm already on the blacklist of the Liyue Seven Stars. My entry and exit are restricted, so I can't go even if I want to."

"By the way, Pantalone, I remember you seemed to have some dealings with the Liyue Seven Stars, right?"

"That pearl-adorned boat is your political achievement."

"As a partner, I think you are more suitable than me."

Tartaglia expressed his desire to kill someone.

But unfortunately, there is no way to take direct action here, so I can only use a soft knife.

“That’s right…”

Pantalone pushed up his glasses. "I do think so."

"But unfortunately, I still need to be in charge of the bank's headquarters."

"You know, I just got a lot of Mora to fill the hole."

"If I don't take charge and coordinate, the economy of Zhidong will be in big trouble."

Think about it carefully, more than half of Zhidong's financial power is in my hands.

On business?

I'm sorry, but I have to say that everyone here is just a reckless man with only military power, and is all garbage.

Who else but me?

The rich man anchored his unshakable position half-statement and half-threat.

He kicked the ball out easily.

"Is it possible for me...?"

The captain of the first seat subconsciously touched his chest and looked at the commander-in-chief inquiringly: Harlequin Piero.

Originally, he was going to go to the ruins of the ancient Golden Kingdom to do some business, and then go directly to Nata.

But since such a big thing happened in Zhidong, he was naturally called back.

Among the many executives, he was one of the few who was willing to meet Meng Xing.

"..."

Piero's face was gloomy and hesitant.

Most of the time he is very calm, but now he can no longer be calm.

Capitano is an integral part of Natta.

If something goes wrong

"And me?"

The third girl lying on the table tilted her face slightly.

"No~"

Piero refused without hesitation.

Colombia is in a special situation and cannot take this risk.

"Ah~"

“Let’s vote.”

Mayor of Winter, Rooster Pulcinella shook his head slightly.

Among all the people present, only he and the commander-in-chief Piero could not be touched easily.

The captain is special, and the girl is even more special.

The rich man was unwilling to move, and Tartaglia was unwilling to go either.

Ultimately, this candidate still has to be chosen from among the remaining people.

It’s impossible not to go.

Not to mention that this was the Queen's order.

I have to go just to clean up the mess that bastard Dotorre has made.

God knows whether the one who came is generous.

What if the entire winter is implicated...what's the point of talking about the future?

"Haha, what a joke."

"Several cowards were blown away."

Ms. Rosalyn sneered:

"I'm going to Inazuma anyway, so I might as well stop by. How can I achieve the Queen's cause by working with these insects?"

"It's a shame to sit at the same table with you."

"..."

As soon as the lady finished speaking, she was met with a barrage of unfriendly looks.

This guy is shooting a map cannon.

It's not just an ordinary offense.