Genshin Impact: My sister’s name is Kujo Sora

During

the Demon God War, Mondridi Carapian sat on his throne with some uneasiness, and the howling wind weighed down the people under the tower, and the protective shield that covered the sky and the sun resisted the erosion of the wind and snow outside.

Wrapped in a gale and unable to see his gender clearly, Decarapian stood at the top of the tower and looked at his people, only to get some comfort, yes, the people all admired him, the wind and snow outside and Andreius were easily blocked by him, the towering wall of wind was now perfectly blocking the way out, what was he worried about?

But....

Decarapian looked with some apprehension in the direction of the tribe, his most loyal human subordinate, Guentel...

His departure was a big blow to Diekarapian, and it was even bigger than the blow he was hit by Zhong Xiaoli's blow after he was accidentally attracted by Baimeng Island when he peeked at the tribe last time.

"Gouentel, my most loyal subordinate, why did you leave me?" Decarapian muttered to himself.

He has always believed that the wind wall he has built is to protect the people, so that they will not be harmed by the wind and snow and wild beasts outside.

He didn't understand what the freedom Guentel longed for, as long as he stayed in the wind wall, he wouldn't be bitten by wild beasts, and he wouldn't be eroded by the wind and snow.

And all he needed was the reverence of the people, and he never wanted to ask for anything from the people.

In the oppression of the gale, a young girl stubbornly straightened her waist and played the music of the bird in the violent wind.

Somewhat irritated, Decarapian forcibly threw the maiden to the ground, and though he thought he loved his subjects, he was disgusted by such songs that sang the praises of so-called freedom.

Decarapian did not understand freedom, nor did he bother to understand it, and in his view the so-called freedom was nothing more than an ethereal thing.

Especially after Guentel abandoned the protection of the Wind Wall and firmly led his people to seek freedom, he became even more disgusted with freedom.

All he needed was to sing, all he needed was for the people to bow down and worship him, and he trusted that his subjects would love him as much as he loved them.

Looking down at the bottomless abyss of the tower, countless people have been thrown from the tower by him for a slight disobedience, and have since fallen into the bottomless abyss.

He did not know that among the people he was already a tyrant, for the Gale would only receive words of praise and praise for him, and would not hear his opinions, for those men had fallen from the towers.

"Ugh... Let's take a look at them again..."Decarapian walked out of the wind wall helplessly, he didn't think that Guentel had abandoned him, he thought that this was just a grumpy child, as long as they experienced the hardships outside, everyone would come back honestly.

After carefully bypassing Andreus and squatting at his point, he managed to make his way to the Horde.

When he arrived three months ago, the tribe had only a few impermeable stone houses, and they relied on the Gouentel for food and the weak wind elf for protection from the wind and snow.

Decarapian believed that as long as he stayed up for a while, Guentel and the others would voluntarily return to the Wind Wall.

But when he returned to the tribe this time, he found that the tribe had built more than a dozen neat houses, and the distance from 180 meters to resist the wind and snow had expanded to 1 kilometer.

People who were still precarious have already planted vegetables and stewed broth.

At this moment, Decarapian only felt that his worldview had collapsed completely, a group of weak humans who were embarrassed from trying to escape from the wind wall, and a little wind elf whose strength was so weak that he could solve it with one finger was actually able to establish such a vibrant tribe.

"Lord Ningxia, thank you!" Gunnhilde carefully walked out of the door with the small leather band that Ningxia had given her.

"You, this thing isn't for you to use like this." Ningxia walked out of the door helplessly, as if sensing something, and looked in the direction of Dia Karapian.

"Whew... It's dangerous. Decarapian carefully concealed his aura, he didn't want to be discovered by the man who had seen him look humiliated.

"But this one is beautiful! I'm sure I'm going to keep it well. Gunnhild said cautiously holding the pink rubber band.

"Forget it, you turn your back, I'll help you." Ningxia said helplessly, he has been here for three months, and Wendy's faith has become stronger and stronger these days, giving her enough strength to drive away the wind and snow around her.

Coupled with several catalysis in Ningxia, the tribe can now recycle vegetables, although not much, but enough to eat.

"Oh." Gunnhilde carefully handed the rubber band to Ningxia, and then turned his back.

Gunnhilde's hair was long, because there was nothing to bind it, it was usually casually emanated, and the dazzling gold shone in the sun.

Ningxia tied a high ponytail to Gunnhilde in the same way she used to tie Kapachili's hair.

"Alright, turn around." Ningxia said.

"Hmm... It feels so strange," said Gunnhilde, stroking his hair.

"Huh? Ningxia adults? Gunnhild looked at Ningxia, who was a little sluggish, and asked.

"Jean?" Ningxia said subconsciously.

"Jean? Do you mean the one of the future? Gunnhild asked, confused.

"I'm sorry, I..." said Ningxia, touching his head, he had been here for three months, and the longing for his family and friends made him always think of Gunnhild as a piano, especially Gunnhilde, who had a high ponytail.

"It's okay, Lord Ningxia." Gunnhilde whispered comfort that her favorite thing to do these days is to pester Ningxia to tell stories, and she also knows that Ningxia misses his family very much.

"Okay, let's take a look at you first." Ningxia took out a small mirror from the jade pendant and handed it to Gunnhilde.

"Huh? Is this me? Gunnhilde looked at herself in the mirror in disbelief, her originally casually loose blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail by Ningxia, which made her originally wild and casual temperament become capable.

"Well, you can go back and take a good look first, I still have some things." Ningxia squinted at Di Karapian intentionally or unintentionally and said.

"Okay, Lord Ningxia." Gunnhilde looked at himself in the mirror curiously, and then obediently left.

Ningxia picked up Zhong Xiaoli and walked straight in the direction of Diekarapian.

"Aren't you ready to come out? Decarapian? Ningxia hugged Zhong Xiaoli and said.

"I said why this tribe has changed so much, it turns out that you, an alien demon god, did a good thing." Decarapian stepped out and spoke.

"What do you want?" Ningxia put Zhong Xiaoli on the ground and said, as long as there is any tendency to riot, Zhong Xiaoli will control Diecarapian as soon as possible.

"I... I'd like to talk to you. Decarapian said after a moment of silence.

He didn't understand how the little white-faced demon god in front of him had single-handedly revived this precarious tribe.

"Somewhere else? How is it? Ningxia asked.

Diekarapian nodded and said, "Yes, but you must know that I will not harm the people of this tribe, they are all my people."