Chapter 177 This Is a Slap in Your Face!

Chen Tianfeng looked puzzled. He thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out what Dotore was after.

Was he trying to make him die early? Was he trying to make his blood poisonous? Or was he trying to make his self-explosion powerful?

But it was normal not to understand. Dotore should be considered a mad scientist in Teyvat, and mad scientists always have some ideas that normal people can't understand - otherwise, what kind of mad scientist is he?

Chen Tianfeng smiled and didn't care much: "Mr. Zhongli, do you know what he is going to do?"

Zhongli turned his head and looked somewhere below, his eyes complicated: "Guide the little friend to fight against Osel, and take the opportunity to verify some conjectures."

"What conjecture... huh?"

Chen Tianfeng followed Zhongli's gaze, his smile stagnated slightly, and gradually his face became expressionless, his eyes slightly cold.

At a corner of the night market, a thin figure was curled up. He looked a little panicked, holding a wooden box tightly in his arms, his lips moving, and he kept muttering to himself.

"It's about whether you still have human emotions."

Zhongli looked at the figure in the corner and sighed: "Friends, Liyue, energy... In his plan, he will make arrangements from these three aspects to see why you will fight against Osel, and collect your combat data to prepare for the next action."

Dotore's plan is very good, and it is good because it can drag the whole of Teyvat down with it.

Didn't the Ice Queen tell these Fatui executives about Chen Tianfeng's nature and the consequences of his death?

Or maybe she only told the first half.

Zhongli was exhausted. After learning what Dotore wanted to do, he even had the urge to throw this bastard in front of the Ice God and ask her how she managed the executives.

"Such a crude forgery... Does he think I can't recognize my friend?"

Chen Tianfeng's tone was calm, and his eyes were fixed on the familiar figure, never moving away.

Yuan Mu... Dotole actually imitated someone who looked like Yuan Mu, Dotole actually dared to imitate someone who looked like that little fool... Dotole actually dared to blaspheme his dead friend!

Chen Tianfeng's expression was cold, with anger hidden in his eyes; the gray-white giant snake roared silently, with a cold and violent look.

He took a breath, retracted his gaze, and looked at Zhongli: "What does Mr. Zhongli think?"

"The forger is monitored by the Fatui. As long as my friend and I pass by the forger and stop, Dotole will get the news. Then his subordinates in Guiliyuan will start to act, make a noise, attract the attention of the Seven Stars, and Dotole himself will take this opportunity to burn some slices to drive the Hundred Unrestricted Talisman and release Osel."

"The Fatui in Guiliyuan are bait, but they are not just bait. Their task is simple, to draw a lot of power from the earth veins, transmit it over long distances regardless of loss, and then Dotole will choose the time to send this chaotic earth vein power to to Osel's side. "

"At the same time, the forger will arrive at the Linhai Port when Osel is freed from the seal, and plans to die indirectly at Osel's hands in front of you. Finally, a large number of Qianyan troops were sent to Guiliyuan, the Seven Stars' attention was diverted, and the immortals were far away in Jueyunjian - this moment is undoubtedly the weakest moment of Liyue Port. "

Zhongli spoke of Duotole's plan bit by bit, as if he had seen it with his own eyes: "This is everything he prepared for you."

"Mr. Zhongli...how do you know so clearly?"

Chen Tianfeng's eyes were a little stunned. After the initial anger, he quickly calmed down and suppressed the useless anger that affected his judgment. It is normal to be angry, but if he allows himself to be affected by anger, he will not have the opportunity to become the only god in his second hometown.

"Don't forget, my friend, this is Liyue."

Zhongli's tone was calm, as if he was saying something that was taken for granted.

This is Liyue. He is the god of Liyue. This is His kingdom. As long as He wants, nothing can be hidden from His eyes - it's nothing more than how much energy is consumed.

The rock is silent, but it will record everything.

"That's right."

Chen Tianfeng thought about it, nodded, and then asked again: "What is Mr. Zhongli going to do? Dotole is doing this in Liyue, which is not only disgusting to me, but also slapping you in the face! Can you bear it?"

"I can't bear it if it's me!"

Chen Tianfeng urged, "He dared to let Osel out to lure me today, and he dared to launch a suicide attack on me in Liyue tomorrow! My death is a small matter, but the pollution of Liyue is a big matter!"

"You don't need to be patient, my friend."

Zhongli smiled slightly, and said in a gentle tone: "I am going to leave this matter to you."

"Leave it to me?" Chen Tianfeng urged. Feng raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Zhongli, what do you mean...?"

"Osel will definitely attack Liyue without any care after he escapes from the seal. When the time comes, you don't need to be polite, just let him help you revive. As for when to attack and how to attack, it's up to you. I just hope you can make Liyue less affected."

"Once the fight starts, a small amount of my blood may leak out, this..."

"I'll take care of it."

"Then Dotole...?"

"I'll take care of it."

Zhongli's smile was still gentle and calm, but there seemed to be an illusion of anger flashing in his golden eyes.

Obviously, Dotole's plan, which could make Liyue buried with Chen Tianfeng if he wasn't careful, made the ancient god feel uneasy for the first time in a long time.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Zhongli."

Chen Tianfeng bowed and stood up, his palm naturally resting on the hilt of the knife. Suddenly he thought of something and turned to look at Zhongli: "Mr. Zhongli, I have something else to ask you."

"My friend, please tell me."

"This knife...does it really need to be warmed up for so long?"

"Hey, little friend, you might as well take a guess."

"..."

Guess it with a hammer!

This Lao Deng!

It is estimated that he didn't want to do anything in Liyue before, and kept staring at him. As a result, Dotore had to deal with a big job due to a moment of inadvertence. Then he gritted his teeth and pretended to be generous or just go along with the flow and let himself go.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that the long knife was completed that night, and Dotore started planning the next day.

Even if Dotore knew about their visit to Feiyunpo Night Market, it was probably Lao Deng himself who exposed them.

Chen Tianfeng cursed and did not answer. He asked the restaurant waiter to pay the bill, and then left the restaurant with Zhong Li and walked towards the forger's position.

The pace is leisurely, neither urgent nor slow.

After a while,

Northland Bank.

"Oh, the fish is hooked."

Dotore waved his hand and asked the subordinates who came to report to leave. He stood up and took the communicator, and asked the fools waiting at Guiliyuan to start taking action.

However, things seemed to be going a little too smoothly. Was there something that was overlooked... Dotore paused his palms slightly, frowned, and delayed issuing the order.

At this moment, the wind suddenly blew.

It came from the night, passed through the window, and gently blew Dotore's blue hair, seeming to persuade and bewitch.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a sly chuckle in the wind.

I must have thought too much, the plan should have gone so smoothly... Dotore shook his head, no longer hesitated, and issued orders to the fools who returned to the original place.