Genshin Impact: I am not a grass god

After the boy walked away, the whole world began to become hazy, as if covered by a layer of phantom, and it was no longer clear.

After Wendy waited for a while, nothing changed, and she walked towards Mondstadt.

Not long after Wendy left, the originally hazy world of life suddenly shattered.

It was not until this moment that Wendy understood what was going on.

This is a dream...

This is a dream woven with the memories of the people who entered!

Wendy turned around and looked at the hazy world behind her, with a bit of complexity in her eyes.

"It's amazing!

This grass god can actually create such a defense!

"

When Wendy made his move just now, he clearly felt that his connection with this world had deepened.

Wendy slowly raised his hand, and the energy in his hand was still flowing smoothly.

Everything around him also felt extremely real, and even his behavior could affect everything here.

Thinking of this, Wendy sighed softly, and then looked up at the sun in the sky, and the temperature of the sun could be clearly felt.

"Such a world...

Can it really be called a dream?"

Wendy didn't think much about it, and continued to walk forward.

The world behind him began to break, and the figure of the boy appeared in front of him again.

At some point in the sky, the mirror jumped directly from day to night.

The moonlight was hanging high in the sky, and a thin layer of light gauze was sprinkled on the ground.

The cool night breeze blew the boy's hair, and the beautiful music was also echoing in the night sky.

The boy was sitting on a stone, continuing to practice his music.

In order to become a bard, the boy worked very hard.

Only by singing beautiful enough music can he attract others.

The boy really likes music, and as for why he has to go out late at night and is unwilling to go home.

The boy silently clenched the flute in his hand, which is his only instrument.

The elegant and beautiful music echoed in the air, and no one listened, only the boy was alone.

But every time the music sounded, there would always be a breeze around.

The breeze would always blow on the boy, soothing his heart and making the whole person become extremely calm.

Wendy also stood aside and listened quietly, looking at the boy who was playing solo in the moonlight, and a smile appeared on her face.

"It's as good as always..."

But not long after, a rough voice suddenly came from behind, breaking this beautiful music.

A strong man with a smell of alcohol stumbled over from a distance.

The strong man looked at the boy who was still playing solo, full of anger.

"Useless thing, you are still embarrassing yourself outside at this time!

I will beat you to death!"

After the boy saw the strong man, he did not run away this time, because the man in front of him was his father.

But when the boy saw the strong man, there was no affection on his face, but fear on his face

"I just want to be a bard and make money!"

"Make money?"

The strong man was drunk because of drinking. After hearing these two words.

Zhang Han seemed to be pricked by something, and he picked up a stick next to him and beat the boy

"You are a money-loser, and you still make money!"

The stick beat the boy, leaving red marks on his body, and it began to turn purple.

"I made you want to be a bard!

I made you want to make money!

You are a lowly person, and you also want to be a bard?

Go to the fields tomorrow and farm obediently!

Go to the fields and farm. Do you know how difficult our lives are?

Dreams?

Bards?"

The strong man roared angrily, and the stick kept hitting the boy's body. The boy slightly shrank his hands and protected his head.

But the pain caused by the stick hitting his body still made the boy scream.

"It hurts!

It hurts!"

But the strong man did not stop the stick in his hand because of the boy's scream.

Instead, he snatched the thin flute in the boy's hand and broke it into two pieces.

"No!!!"

The boy stretched out his hand to take the thin flute back, but the strong man hit his hand with a stick, leaving a purple mark.

The boy's whole hand shrank back in pain, and he could only watch as the strong man broke his flute in two.

That's less

The only musical instrument he had in his life, the boy had told his father about his dream, but what he got was just a beating.

Later, he could only hide secretly, find a place where no one was around, and sing his own songs.

The boy liked music and wanted more people to hear his music.

He dreamed that one day he would become the most famous bard in Mondstadt.

He even secretly saved money for this and finally bought a flute.

This was also his only musical instrument, and just now his flute was destroyed by his father himself.

Not only the instrument was destroyed, but also his dream.

Wendy looked at the scene in front of him in silence, frowning slightly.

Wendy clenched his fists slightly, and a fire of anger was burning in his heart.