My Honkai Voice Pack Was Taken Seriously By Keqing

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20-Walnut: Rack Fire Rack Fire

"Oh yo yo, strange thing, how is it a person?"

The ice-cold stick stuck on An Zhen's cheek, poking it back and forth, as if it were quite interesting.

"Falling from such a high place, even a living person has to fall into a dead person, right?" The vitality girl squatting beside An Zhen seemed to have thought of something, and she slapped her palm and turned towards "Young" not far away. The man said:

"Mr. Zhongli, hurry up and set up a fire. If the dead body is not dealt with in time, terrible things may happen!"

"Let's cremate the body of the deceased as soon as possible, and let him go to the ground for safety."

The girl had a flash of inspiration and a slap in her head, and immediately made a decision for An Zhen's body.

Bury the person first and then tell Ningguang. The person who fell from the Qunyu Pavilion must have something extraordinary. With Ningguang's net worth, he will definitely not be stingy in this kind of thing and buy a set of the highest level. Isn't service just a matter of Ningguang's words?

This month's financial problems will be solved in an instant~

Although I eat an iron rice bowl, I can't stand a big spender at home.

Zhongli: "..."

Hearing the girl's arrangement, Zhong Li neither answered nor acted, but just looked at the people in the pit with a half-smile.

"Hey, don't stop!"

An Zhen, who had been pretending to be dead with a prank mentality to see what the girl would do, noticed that the other party was really going to cremate him on the spot, and hurriedly raised his head and opened his eyes.

"Boom"

The next moment, there was a dull and crisp sound in the air as two heads collided.

Just listening to it is two good-headed melon seeds that are kept ripe.

"Ouch! This head is too iron, right?" The girl squatted on the ground covering her forehead, and there were a few tears overflowing from the corner of her eyes.

As we all know, crying is a stress response after suffering from pain, and it is difficult to control it if you are caught off guard.

Well, no shame.

Thanks to this, An Zhen had time to look carefully at the girl in front of him—

A Chinese-style robe with patterns and a long back hem, embroidered with other shore flowers and lilies on the back hem, and black hot pants specially designed for snake skin. Don't lose to anyone, exposed to the air with white flowers, attracting people's eyes, infinitely charming.

The girl's pupils are bizarre plum blossom pupils, the long reddish-brown soft hair hangs down along the graceful waist curve, and the slightly wide Qiankun Taigua hat on the head is slightly skewed due to the impact, but it is inserted diagonally. The plum blossoms on one side are still delicate, and the whole person is full of quirky temperament.

The visitor is the seventy-seventh generation hall master of the Hall of Rebirth, An Zhen's past life Eternal Master C and his wife, Qiana, the Herrscher of the Flame... I'm sorry to be acting, it's a walnut! !

"You have to look carefully, girl, I'm still alive, but you can't just make a decision that burns me. Impulsivity can easily lead to big problems~"

An Zhen sat up from the pit and poked his finger on Hu Tao's cheek, which felt very good, in revenge for Hu Tao's stab at his face with a goma just now.

Hu Tao was stabbed by his cold fingers, and instantly came back to his senses, forgetting the pain on his forehead, he picked up the right hand and put it aside, Goma suddenly stood up, and pointed at An Zhen with his stick:

"Hey! Where is the evil spirit making trouble here?"

Dead but not stiff, and still has spiritual wisdom, isn't it an existence like Qiqi? The poor man actually thought he didn't die...don't be afraid, this hall master will let you rest in peace right away!

An Zhen: ? ? ?

The smile on Zhongli's face, who was standing aside as the background, grew stronger.

"Girl, you misunderstood. I'm really a living person, not a zombie or something. If you don't believe me, why don't you come and hear my heartbeat?"

An Zhen's eyes flashed a bit of slyness, and he opened his arms without defense, intending to let Hu Tao close to his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

"really?"

Seeing An Zhen's deceptive attitude, Hu Tao half-believingly wanted to walk over to check his pulse, but just as he took a step forward, he was stopped by Zhong Li, who had been silent.

I saw Zhong Li smiled slightly and said, "No need to doubt Hall Master Hutao, An Zhen is indeed a living person."

An Zhen: Damn Morax, obviously my plan is about to succeed, why did you stop the walnut?

Could it be that Emperor Yanwang is right about everything? Does the emperor know everything? Hurry up, don't explain it for me, practice to bring out the true knowledge, let Hall Master Hu Tao come to check and check whether I am dead or alive!

After using the voice pack for a while, An Zhen finally discovered a feature of the voice pack, which likes to bubble up when encountering beautiful girls.

When he is alone, he will only speak twice occasionally, but as long as he meets a girl, this guy will keep chattering like a chatterbox. Isn't the reward coming?

Mr. An Zhen is a gentleman, and everything close to a beautiful girl is the task of the voice pack!

The development of things will naturally not go smoothly. Hu Tao still believes in Zhongli, a well-informed "elder". With Zhongli's explanation, she will no longer point to An Zhen with a Humo, just a pair of plum blossom eyes in An Zhen. Glancing back and forth with Zhongli—

"Mr. Zhongli, do you two know each other?"

"I met An Zhen and chatted a few days ago, and they were quite a good match, so they became friends."

"So that's the case." Hu Tao nodded with her arms crossed, indicating that she knew, and then she said to An Zhen with a smile:

"Hello, Mr. Zhongli's friend, the seventy-seventh generation owner of the Resurrection Hall is Hu Tao I. Hu Tao's Hu is a Hu who eats and drinks from the sea; Hu Tao's peach is not a naughty naughty... Hahahaha ...Huh? Isn't it funny?"

"Where, very interesting self-introduction, hello Walnut, my name is An Zhen, I'm a traveler." Seeing the girl seemed a little embarrassed, An Zhen, who was empathetic, didn't intend to let her continue to be embarrassed.

"Compared to this, I'm more curious about how you fell from the Qunyu Pavilion." Zhongli looked at An Zhen with a little more searching in his eyes.

"Oh, that's why I promised Ningguang to help her clear the karmic debris on the Liyue land. After the talk, I walked in a hurry, my foot slipped and I fell off." An Zhen looked disapproving.

Anyway, Zhongli is the Rock King Morax, and there is nothing to hide in front of him.

It's just that Mr. An Zhen's reason can be found better? God's feet slipped and fell from the Qunyu Pavilion. Is this a common thing! ?

[You may be standing in front of the door of truth, but your rationality makes you doubt whether the door is the truth... Believe it or not, it's up to you]

Walnut's eyes instantly burst into dazzling brilliance—

This sentence has an inner taste!

21-Walnut: Is this the mutual attraction between cultural people?

Turtle, good luck!

Hu Tao's eyes lit up with dazzling light, and at first glance, it was like Tang Coco who met Shibuya Kayin.

It's so flavorful! Simply a great writer!

I want to debut as a limerick idol group with you!

A few words, although the length is very short, are full of aftertastes when read, a touch of detachment and disdain, and the feeling is very accurate.

As the famous "Dark Poet of Alley School" in Liyuegang, Hu Tao highly recognized this.

At this time, the girl seriously looked at the "weird" who fell from the sky but was unharmed. Although the clothes looked a little messy, it was indeed a scholar's dress, um, a handsome scholar who raised the ceiling of his appearance.

The messy clothes on his body did not have any negative impact on him, instead he had a bit of madness and a free and easy temperament. His skin was like white jade, showing a warm brilliance under the sun, and in the warmth of the morning sun, There is also a hint of indiscernible coldness, closing his eyes like a **** and Buddha, but opening his eyes there are three thousand human beings gentle.

Even if he has mastered all kinds of funeral rituals, he is very skilled in the world, and he is not exposed, which makes others praise him, but in the end, Hu Tao is just a young girl, and there will always be some little girls like that. The shyness of home.

It is normal to glance at An Zhen unconsciously.

walnut:? ? ? ,certainly not.

Closer to home, Hu Tao stared at An Zhen, mainly because of the subtle sense of contradiction she had captured from An Zhen from the very beginning.

As an important person who maintains the balance of yin and yang in the world and controls Liyue's funeral affairs, Hu Tao is quite sensitive to the existence of souls.

Just when An Zhen opened her eyes and gave her a rocket head butt, she and An Zhen exchanged glances for a short time, and in those eyes, Hu Tao saw the deep buried in An Zhen. An unusual touch deep in the soul.

How to describe it? It is completely different from the haunted ghosts that Liyue people occasionally encounter. There is nothing wrong with the soul, but it seems that there are some struggles and contradictions buried in it. If you force an explanation, it is similar to schizophrenia.

An Zhen: .....Sure enough, everything is your fault, system. It's too stretched, the plug-in plug-in on the soul was almost discovered by the little girl.

So what is going on? The walnut pondered, the cerebellum seeds were heating up, and seemed to be trying very hard to figure out the reason.

I understand!

Hu Tao clapped both hands together, and it really made her think about it.

This is the contradiction and torment formed by the so-called social reality and the spiritual ideal world of the cultural people.

Contradiction and helplessness make An Zhen have two personalities at the same time. The personality of the great writer has a spiritual resonance with himself as a dark poet of the alley school, and can convey his thoughts to himself invisibly!

How wonderful! Fate is amazing!

Well, in a sense, the idea of ​​the walnut is still somewhat correct.

"Ningguang asked you to talk to you because of the resentment of the demon god?"

Zhong Li raised his brows, obviously not expecting Ningguang to find An really because of this matter.

"Yeah, when I came back with Ke Qing, I encountered a group of mad Qiuqiu people blocking the road. I thought it was just an example, but I didn't expect such things to happen more and more frequently. This stall is not small, Ningguang Just ask me for help."

An Zhen spread out his hands, a look of disapproval.

[But everyone gets what they need. She wants to protect this land, so I will give her a chance to struggle]

Walnut: Tsk tsk, this invisible sense of oppression.

"So that's the case, is it serious to this extent?" Zhong Li sighed, but his expression soon became relaxed again:

"But since you help, there will be no more problems."

An Zhen: ? ? ?

No, where did your inexplicable trust in me come from? Are you so sure I can fix this? Your few yaks are so cold that there is only one golden-winged Peng king left!

What if I also explain what to do there, is this the Yanwang Dijun who gave himself a holiday? It's really disdainful.

"What is the resentment of the demon god? It sounds like it's very dangerous. Do you need my help?" Hu Tao, who had been listening to the two chatting, finally found a chance to interject a sentence.

Demon God's resentment, it should be something similar to the "special ghost", right? Dealing with this aspect of things is handy, maybe it can help.

"Thank you Hu Tao for your kindness, but it's enough for me to solve the grievances of the devil." An Zhen shook his head and declined Hu Tao's kindness.

Just kidding, what are you doing with one more person? It is about the great cause of the task, and there is no room for sloppiness.

【When you go through the seventh layer of loneliness, you can become a real strong person, and our world is born from this】

An Zhen: You have enough voice packs, what the **** is your broken will to make yourself look like a tragic character?

The character design is already OOC!

Oh, Honkai Will have no fixed character, so that's fine.

God doesn’t have a fixed side. Seeing God is like seeing your own heart. What kind of God is in your heart, what kind of attitude is the God you see.

"Ahem, it's a big deal about the Demon God. Hall Master, you shouldn't touch such dangerous things. I have important things to talk about with An Zhen. You should go back first."

Zhong Li coughed lightly, intending to take away the walnuts.

"Women's mouth..." Seeing Zhongli's serious expression, Hu Tao didn't stay much, so he could only leave reluctantly.

Oh, I really want to hear more of An Zhen's words!

Guessing that the walnuts had gone far, An Zhen asked Zhongli in confusion, "Is there anything I need to say without walnuts?"

Zhong Li smiled slightly and made a gesture:

"Actually, it's not a big deal. Tonight, Liu Li Ting, I have reserved a table, do you want to go together?"

An Zhen: ".... I know ↘ so ↗ ask ↘"

22-Ke Qing: I'm speechless

"Ahhh! An Zhen, what did you buy!"

At night, when the lanterns are on, Liyuegang also has a different side from that in the daytime. The evening breeze is blowing, and the feeling of standing in the port and looking into the distance should be excellent.

But it is clear that even though the environment is so beautiful and pleasant, there is still a cat with purple hair who is puzzled and venting his anger—

Ke Qing patted the desk hard, and pointed helplessly at the boxes on the table, her expression somewhat unlovable.