Genshin Impact: What should I do if I become my own character? !

Chapter 342 Reverse Operation Potion

Should I go home? But I still have a lot of things to do...

I unknowingly regarded that strange country as my home and lived there for a long time...

"There's something else."

After watering the seedlings, he took the latest research medicine and knocked on the door of a house several blocks away: "Are you there?"

"Oh, it's you." Wa Xi opened the door. He had seen the equipment in the room before. The other party had spent a lot of money to buy a set here. He and the other party had not met many times. The other party seemed unwilling to go to the library, so he usually did not give the books he borrowed to him.

"Have you finished reading that book? If you have, I'll borrow a new one... I've always wondered what crime you committed?"

"Well... a very serious felony, so please take this as a lesson and don't imitate me, kid."

"My research has reached a bottleneck. No matter what kind of research it is, I can't find plants that are suitable enough to grow desert greening. In terms of medicine, although I can do some new disassembly, I can't make anything better."

"You're putting too much pressure on yourself. That part of the potion is something I've spent my entire life making... It's too difficult to perfect it further."

Even in the future, no one will be able to invent such a thing, because I am the one who has seen the future, but my memory of the future is becoming increasingly faint, how much can I still remember?

"I don't have much time. I don't know why, but I always think that this sentence is correct. I don't want to waste my time on this kind of thing... I can't make anything better, I can't solve the problem, my ability is too weak, I'm too weak, I don't have the Eye of God, and now I can't even pick up the potion..."

There was something wrong with my hand, or to be more precise, there was something wrong with my heart. There was nothing wrong with my hand. Even if God came and checked it carefully, he would not find any problem.

It is difficult for me to make fine medicine with my own hands again. Fortunately, most of the medicines now do not need to be so fine, and I can make them with my accumulated experience and very perfect plants.

Every time I pick up something, my hands will tremble slightly, which greatly reduces my accuracy...

"That's a kind of heart disease, you have never let it go..."

"...I will find a way to cure this disease, so that I can accomplish more. These are my current research results." He handed over the part that was equivalent to the cross-school stuff, "Only these, this is different from your school's research, but I don't expect anyone else to see it."

"If it's desertification, these should be enough, but it will take a very long time, and a mortal body can't do it... cough..."

"Are you still not well?" Half a month ago, the other party had been coughing for so long, and he's still not well?

"Well, I'm afraid it's almost time, the part of life that has to be said."

"...Go see a doctor, it might help. Don't be like this all the time. You will get better, I promise." How can I promise?

"Thank you, kid, for your kindness, and thank you for your recent research. I'm a little tired now. I don't know why, as I get older, I sleep longer and longer..."

"Then go to bed early and get up early. Have a good dream." He picked up his documents again and returned to his home with the pile of things.

It was only after I got home that I remembered that I had forgotten to bring the book back.

It’s okay, let’s go tomorrow.

I went to bed early today. To be more precise, I was asking in my dream about the medicine that could erase my memory. Erasing specific memories would allow me to face it better... This was the only thought in my mind.

According to what the other person said, I woke up and tried again. Is that something important? Something that can be used to express my emotions...

After thinking about it, he cut off a little of his hair. The long hair looked like the traces of burning flames and threw it into the potion.

The color is perfect, it smells perfect, and next it needs to be tasted.

At that time, I was recalling the part where they cut off each other's hair in exchange.

So I closed my eyes and drank it, and when I woke up I felt like nothing happened. Did I forget something?

I looked at the written prompts, but I couldn't remember them no matter what. Then I realized that this memory seemed to have really disappeared.

Well, drink the corresponding other bottle of medicine. My mind was like a movie, replaying that memory, and before I knew it, I had finished watching it.

"Success... Theoretically speaking, I just need to get rid of all these..." It is difficult to get rid of all painful memories, because you need to recall them over and over again to be sure, but it is easy to get rid of happiness. As long as you get rid of happiness, the pain will no longer be painful.

You may cry because a bird that has been with you for a whole year has passed away, but you will not be overly sad because a bird passing by died tragically.

There are two kinds: close and distant.

I feel more and more like a madman. Why would someone who invents something like this want to erase their own beautiful memories first?

“Take away a few of the best moments.”

But one of the raw materials is tears.

I wonder if my tears now are okay?

Thinking back to what happened in the past, thinking back to my own powerlessness, thinking back to my recent worries, thinking back to that scene...

I used a relatively large bottle to hold the tears because I couldn't stop crying. I have always been gifted in this aspect and any little emotion can make me cry. But after coming here, I seldom cry like this.

I cried for a very long time, until my eyes were swollen and painful, and then I stopped.

Then I lay back on the bed, my tears seemed to have dried up, and I realized that that place was already filled with a large pot of tears.

If I classify it according to the normal medicine refining method, this amount of stuff should be enough for me to use for four to five hundred years...

I made a few more bottles first. Since this thing has no shelf life, I made ten bottles first.

Only 1/10 of that bottle of tears was used.

Why are there so many things to cry about? Why are there so many things to cry about?

After making the potions, I filled them carefully and put them away.

Just wait until tomorrow.

It's already noon. I have nothing to do today, so I might as well just stay at home all day.

I sorted out the recent things first, and then felt tired again.

I always need to be busy, and I feel uncomfortable when I am not busy.

It's good to be busy, right? If you are busy, everything will be fine...

Hope to stay busy.