Genshin Impact: The Twelfth Executive is a Professional Gardener

"Haha, Dotore~ I don't care if you have your own channels to find out what happened to me in Liyue, but for now you'd better not think about it, I don't think your body will mind missing an inconsequential slice. "

Uh... Scold.

Lin Lang reined and stopped his horse in a pine forest, tied the reins to the trunk of a tree by the roadside, and without looking back, threatened Dotorre, who was following him.

Tartaglia almost laughed when he heard this, because it was really rare to see Torre deflated in front of someone, even if it was a slice of his.

It can only be said that Brother Linlang's strength is much stronger than imagined.

Turned over and dismounted, raised their feet and walked to Lin Lang's side and looked up, the wind and snow in the front area were too strong, and it was no longer suitable for horseback riding, so they could only walk over on foot.

Fortunately, the current location is less than fifty miles away from the destination, and maybe even closer, because the black snow field is constantly spreading.

"If you walk, it is conservatively estimated that you can reach it in about ten hours, so be ready to spend the night in the snowfield, grab your equipment, and get ready to enter the snowstorm area. "

Well, my experience in polar expeditions is not as good as the two of you, but you have to take care of me." "

Dotore's polar survival experience is still less than that of Lin Lang and Tartaglia, after all, he rarely goes deep into the snow field, and even if he was taunted by Lin Lang just now, he didn't feel anything, just a fight between colleagues, haha.

Lin Lang was right, about half the way, the sky was already completely dark, and it was estimated that it would be dangerous to go any further, so the three of them found a nearby cave in the snowy canyon and set up a tent to rest temporarily.

The pot on the shelf of the fire was filled with plants and fruits that were easy to make soup that Lin Lang had brought with him, Tartaglia had thrown some ham in his bag and fresh snow rabbits he had hunted on the road, and Dotore had spices and all sorts of strange utensils that looked like research equipment.

For example, drinking soup in test tubes, wire chopsticks and the like, Tartaglia couldn't stand it and doubted life, and took the initiative to ask to collect branches, and only the snow soup made by the three executive officers was also impressive.

At night, Tartaglia kept vigil, and he was still standing in the cave, practicing his bow skills all the time, and he really kept improving.

Even Lin Lang, who got up all night during the break, couldn't help but be quietly stunned when he saw this scene, so it is indispensable for Tartaglia to have such achievements and status at such a young age, but his acquired efforts are also important.

It's just that... His bow skills may really be talented, and the level is not very good, even if he is holding the world's premier divine weapon, the Winter Pole White Star, in his hand.

"Ahem.

"Wow?!It's Brother Linlang, why haven't you slept so late?"

"I fell asleep, but people have three urgencies, which really affects sleep." In

the faint and peaceful light of the fire in the cave, Lin Lang walked towards Tartaglia and took his bow from his hand in his confusion... The bow was drawn in an extremely standard posture and aimed at the sky, and the power of the grass elemental converged into an arrow.

With a bang, a snow swallow fell.

"Wuhu ~ Tomorrow's breakfast is available. "

Tartaglia: (⊙o⊙)

"Brother Linlang... Didn't you tell me you knew you could do archery?"

"Isn't that hiding, Ajax... It's just that there is nothing to do now, I'll train you in archery, first find the correct posture for drawing

the bow..."Give the bow back to Tartaglia, hold his arms from behind him, and use this posture to hold the correct bow for him, but this posture is convenient, but it makes the distance between the two of them infinitely smaller.

Tartaglia could feel Linlang's body against his back, his arms folded and his hands clasped, and the other party's crisp magnetic voice fell next to Tartaglia's earlobe.

"Why is your body stiffer than it was just now, I thought you were used to this distance... Concentrate and draw the bow. "

Hmm. The

bowstring pulled slowly, the elements of water and grass intertwined, and Tartaglia found her way to aim at the birds hovering in the sky.

"Boom!"

Tartaglia shot the bird in the sky for the first time.