I am not me, I am me.

"Mr. Yves! Yves! Look at this photo!" Jacques rushed into his partner Yves' room almost rolling all the way, his cheeks were bloodshot with excitement. He turned red, his gray-blue eyes sparkling with tears.

"Yawn... Jacques, what are you doing again? Don't forget that you begged me to stay for another day. Now you are still disturbing me when I sleep. You... wait, this photo... Ms. Funina is on top "This is so amazing!"

The sleepy-eyed blond photographer reached out and took the photo handed to him by his companion. With just one glance, the regret that he was about to get the Funina Award but was interrupted was instantly thrown out of his mind.

The main character in the picture was not clear, and the speed was too fast, causing afterimages. Both the picture composition and the clarity were newbies, but he swore that with this photo, they could definitely capture it in Steam. It was featured on the front page of The Bird Newspaper.

"Right, let me just say I'm very lucky." Jacques proudly clapped his chest and said loudly, "I really want to go back to Fontaine immediately and let everyone see this photo."

Yves looked down at the photo in his hand . In the photo, the scattered hair cast a shadow in front of his eyes. He smiled and echoed, "That's great. If only I could be half as lucky as you."

Jacques scratched his head and hurriedly comforted, "Don't be sad, Yi "My husband's photography skills are the best I have ever seen. You will definitely become the greatest photographer in Fontaine in the future!"

Ive shook his head, took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at the ceiling, and said helplessly, "How is that possible? . It has been ten years since I became a photographer. Every time I lost my entries or failed to catch up with the patrol ship, I also wanted to fulfill my childhood wish of photographing the fairy ceremony. When I go back to Fontaine, I Just go work in Uncle Wesley's watch shop and stop taking pictures."

Jacques fell silent and whispered, "But Yves..."

"Okay, I've made up my mind, don't try to persuade me. But thank you. You have always encouraged me to chase my dreams. Without you, I would have given up long ago. Okay, don’t be sad, let’s go eat something delicious to celebrate after taking such a great photo.”

Yves took the photo vigorously . He touched Jacques's shoulder, smiled brightly, and walked towards the counter with his arms around his partner.

His life seems to have been filled with misfortunes.

He was abandoned by his parents in an orphanage when he was a baby. When he was five years old, he was adopted by a photographer and his wife. Little did he know that what awaited him would be ten years of painful torture. Among the photographers, there was a group of people pursuing him. It is the ultimate tragedy and the ultimate poignancy, and he is the tragic protagonist carefully selected by the pair of photographers.

Later, he escaped, and the couple was imprisoned in Merlot Petersburg, and he was sent to the hospital because of extensive burns all over his body. During the hellish time he was receiving treatment, he was once passed over The memories overwhelmed him until he met Jacques.

This young man of similar age is extraordinarily lucky. This time he was sent to the hospital because he had to touch the ice mist flowers and suffered frostbite on his hands.

They were like two extremes, and because they were in the same ward, they gradually became good friends who talked about everything. Jacques always shared photos of the beautiful scenery of the Teyvat continent with him with newspapers from the Steam Bird Newspaper Agency.

Gradually, Yves realized that photography does not have to be tragedy to be shocking. The blooming of a flower and the flight of a bird are all miraculous scenes of life.

He wants to be a photographer.

The young man's wish came true, but on the way to pursue his ideal, misfortune still entangled him. The hideous burn wounds under his long sleeves often warned him late at night that his unfortunate background could not be changed.

However, he was unwilling to give up, no matter what, and his desire to become a photographer who could bring happiness to everyone dragged him, making him not want to put down the camera no matter what.

It is impossible to say that he is not jealous of Jacques, but whenever his lucky partner comes to him with photos and happily shares new discoveries, he cannot be jealous at all.

He has never wanted to get the attention of gods. He just wants to be an ordinary freelance photographer and bring some good things to everyone. Why is it so difficult?

Jacques looked worriedly at his partner who was sitting opposite him, biting his chopsticks unconsciously. He thought of the "Records of the Yakshas of the Protector Immortals" in his backpack, and finally made up his mind, "Yves, I have something to go out for. I will be back soon."

Yves . He didn't pay attention, he just hummed absentmindedly to show that he understood.

The friends here have their own concerns, and the martial arts training on the top floor is also in full swing.

It may not be accurate to say that it was in full swing. After all, strictly speaking, Fushe was beaten unilaterally by four younger brothers and sisters.

"Hiss... it hurts, it hurts, Mi Nu, please be gentle." Fushe rubbed his face and said vaguely. A pair of panda eyes were particularly obvious on his originally handsome face.

Iwana Yaksha sneered angrily, and applied the medicine with a lot more force, "Fushe, you deserve it."

The other Yakshas who were less seriously injured listened to the screams of their elder brother, and turned their faces away, as if nothing was wrong . Guan Ji's appearance.

After all, the angry Mi Nu and the Buxia Gui Zhi were recognized as beings that Liyue could never mess with.

Fushe hesitated and argued, "The war situation was so intense that I didn't think of asking for a name."

Huo Yasha Yingda crossed his arms and said, "So you just gave me a name?"

"Uh...hehe. "

Hey, what do you mean?" The impatient Huo Yaksha stamped his feet. When he thought that he and others were grabbing someone and shouting, and calling the wrong name, he wanted to bury his elder brother in the ground in embarrassment.

"So... what is your name?" Mandrill asked calmly, ignoring his lively brothers and sisters.

Phoenix watched with interest as Sanyaksha was arguing not far away and Suiyaksha stood at a side and tried to pull them apart but failed.

Hearing Mandrill's question, Phoenix said, "Just call me Changli."

"Okay."

The three yakshas on one side looked noisy on the surface, but in fact they all listened with their ears straightened up and got what they wanted. The answer, several Yashas immediately stopped talking, looked at each other and gathered around.

"But what Fushe said is right, the True Lord Fushengduchen is indeed my name." Phoenix added.

"Chang Li turns out to be our senior." Ying Da was the quickest to react. In her impression, he was an immortal who was the same generation as Emperor Yan Wang, even for the immortal family in Liyue. An existence comparable to legend.

For some reasons, Yasha is generally not good at dreaming, and only Mandrill has dreamed about it and can only remember it roughly about the dream that was rumored a few days ago.

"Really? If it wears out, will it make people shorter?" Fushe scratched his head and said in surprise.

Phoenix had already anticipated this problem and said, "I am an inhuman thing, so my body shape and posture naturally follow my wishes."

"Is that so?" Fushe smiled naively and scratched the back of his head.

There is no fool among the Yashas who have lived till now, and Fushe's doubts are not without purpose. There are no immortals in Nata, but there are many dragon descendants, and perhaps the True Lord Fushengduchen is one of them.

Phoenix was chatting with the Yashas while gathering his thoughts. He was certain that there were holes in his memory.

True Monarch Fushengduchen was indeed a name he gave himself on a whim many years ago, before the Demon God War had begun. He was already a young man at that time, but he did not like to play the role of others. How many times did he use this name? He was soon forgotten.

Only the Demon God of Dust and the Demon God of Rock, and perhaps the Demon God of Dreams and the Demon God of Salt, knew that Lord Fu Shengdu Chen was the Demon God of Fire, Phoenix.

During the battle of Kanrea, Phoenix was in Nata to resist the beast tide, but he also heard about the Great Strata Abyss. Almost at the same time, he also received canned knowledge from King Xumi, the Great Kindness Tree, and the memories in it , from an arrogant guy who claims to be True Lord Fushengduchen.

Until the end of the Kanria War, when Phoenix was seriously injured and fell asleep, and the second-generation Vulcan Wuliang Tajizi succeeded to the throne, he had no time to explore that guy's identity.

He didn't think Morax would deceive him, so if nothing unexpected happened, that person was indeed him, but it was Phoenix, the Fire Demon God who would grow into a complete form in the future.

Why would I go to the Strata Abyss in the future?

This is what Phoenix wants to know. As for helping him disguise his identity, can he still harm himself? Definitely not.

After smoothing his thoughts, Phoenix made a plan in his mind to go to the Strata Abyss.

He had a hunch that he might be able to get a lot of new information under the rocky abyss.

But the top priority now is to ensure the smooth progress of the Immortal Requesting Ceremony. There will always be opportunities for other things.