Genshin Impact: The Twelfth Executive is a Professional Gardener

"Uh... I want to say I can explain, would you like to hear it?"

Sora frowned lightly, crossed his hands on his hips, and stared at Lin Lang, who was quite indefensible in front of him... After all, if everyone came to see the current situation, it was they who attacked and stunned the Millelith Army outside, and came here to seize the Heart of God.

It is estimated that he is thinking that he is a liar with superb acting skills in the hollow heart, and he is deceived with his superficial vulnerability and gentleness.

He shrugged his shoulders helplessly, raised his hand and threw the false god heart in his hand into his empty hand.

Succeeded in confusing the empty space.

"I've sent you, anyway, this god's heart is fake, uh hiss..."

Suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness in his head, Lin Lang staggered and covered his forehead, and saw that another fruit came out of Lang Yu in his arms... Did there be blood dripping into it just now?

, "Hey, Mr. Linlang, are you okay?"

Paimon's exclamation came from his ears, and his blurred vision saw a little golden light appear in front of him, and the familiar elemental power surrounded him, and his body instantly became weightless... It's Zhongli.

At this moment, from Sora and Paimon's perspective, just as Lin Lang was about to fall, a golden light suddenly enveloped him from nowhere, sending him to the ground to lie down safely, and the Lang Ji stood proudly beside him.

Sora nervously rushes to his side to check on the situation and finds that he has just fainted... Breathe a sigh of relief.

"Roar!"

An earth-shattering roar from outside the Golden House enveloped all of Sora's hearing, and Paimon's head turned white for a moment.

"Oh my god... Traveler, do you hear me, it's... Whose roar is that?!"

"... It's Othello, the demon god of the whirlpool. "

He broke the seal.

......

Like a canvas slowly unfolding in front of his eyes, the origin of the canvas is a verdant and prosperous mountain, and Lin Lang feels that he is standing in front of this canvas.

"Hmm, this is..."

Lin Lang turned his head to look in the direction of the extension of the canvas, and found that a very conspicuous part of the area was already bright, and the piece in front of him was still bleak at the beginning.

I would venture to guess that these are my own memories that have not yet been recovered, and the bright areas occupy a very small proportion of this picture scroll... After all, it's a memory that lasts for thousands of years.

"So it's because the memory seed has absorbed my blood to a certain extent, so you choose to return the memory to me in the form of a picture scroll. He

didn't choose to look at it from the very beginning, Lin Lang walked forward step by step, and everything around him did not change, except for the content on the scroll.

This can be regarded as a selective recovery of past memories... It wasn't until the appearance of the tide appeared in the picture in front of him that Lin Lang finally stopped here.

"What I'm most curious about now is you..."What

would you be like now as the general of the Abyss Order.

Lin Lang raised his hand and touched towards this part of the picture... In just a moment, he was already caught up in the memories of the past.

This space that exists in consciousness becomes silent and empty.

......

In the sea of fire, there is a raging fire everywhere you look, and in addition to dust and ash in the air, there is also a smell similar to fire-roasted wood, or even barbecued meat.

Lin Lang didn't dare to think about what kind of meat would be roasted in this sea of fire.

It is a medium-sized city-state near Yaoguang Beach, which makes its living from fishing and the sea, and has been trading with the cities of Guiliji and Liyue Harbor in the past, but today it has been destroyed by the invasion of the demon gods.

Lin Lang followed behind Morax, the surrounding flames making him uncomfortable, and Morax noticed this and waved his hand to protect Lin Lang with the Jade Shield.

"Thank you, Lord Emperor, but I'm not that vulnerable.

"You are grass, and the fire elemental is your natural enemy, so it's better to be cautious.

Morax's voice always made people feel safe, and Lin Lang had followed him for a hundred years, and for the first time in those hundred years, he felt that Morax would be a king who was loved by the people.

The two of them were not here to help defend themselves against the enemy, but to see if there would be survivors.

"The fire is burning so strongly, it is estimated that even if someone survives by luck, they will either be burned to death or smoked to death, Lord Emperor, do we really want to move forward?"

Morax hesitated for a few seconds before nodding his head, reconfirmed.

"As long as there is even the slightest chance of survival, we cannot give up the search and rescue... The Demon God of the Flame has declared war on Liyue, and we will not back down. "

Swear to follow the Emperor to the death. "

The only survivor was found in the ruins of the City Lord's Mansion, and at that time, Lin Lang was more keen, and he detected a trace of the water element in the ruins full of flames.

"Creeping!"

Stout vines bulged from the ground, supporting the burning ruins, and under the ashes, Lin Lang found a figure holding a Water Elemental Vision tightly in his hand.

He's still alive... This is the first time that Lin Lang and Xichao have met.

......

"It's the third day, even if you don't eat... You still have to drink a little water, right?"

Three days after Morax and Lin Lang went together to destroy the city-state search and rescue team, the young man who was lying unconscious under the ashes at that time woke up soon after being rescued, but the whole person was like a lost soul, just with his eyes open, neither smiling nor angry, neither sad nor happy.

Morax recognized him as the son of the lord of the seaside city-state, but after the destruction of his old city and the destruction of his family, it is not difficult to understand that such a situation would occur in Shiochao.

Lin Lang stood up from the side of the bed where he was lying and looked carefully into his eyes... Only his eyes could see, and his face was burned, and he was wrapped in gauze after being coated with Linlang's special herbs.

"Alas... Don't stop talking, I've finally saved you, I don't want to see a living life die again, little brother... Don't you want to avenge your old city?"

"...?"

Perhaps because what Lin Lang said finally aroused his interest, Xichao's pupils flickered slightly, and then turned to Lin Lang slowly with difficulty, even with his warm smile.

"It was the Demon God of the Flame from the Southern Continent who destroyed the city-state, and now that Liyue has officially declared war on its kingdom, we are avenging you, are you going to continue to languish?"

Uh, ah..."

"Ahh

It turned out that his throat had been burned by the flames of that day.