I live a slow life in Genshin Impact

On a rooftop somewhere in Liyue Harbor, Tartaglia and Zhongli watched the black gas on the sea in the distance dissipate, and after the sea turned blue and calm again, they withdrew their gazes.

"The battle is over."

"Ah."

"Is it the same as you imagined?"

“I wasn’t imagining how this battle would end.”

"Why? Oh, I understand. You're worried that it will be boring, right? Just like I never think about whether I can beat my opponent before a fight." Tartaglia asked with interest.

He was very curious about what the most ancient god in front of him was thinking.

Of course, it would be great if the opponent could have a satisfying fight with you!

Unfortunately, Zhongli's calm expression and silent response made Tartaglia realize the reality and he sighed.

"Ah... why do you have so little passion for fighting? Have you really grown old and turned into an old man?"

"You might as well think so."

Zhongli raised the corner of his mouth slightly and took a sip of the fragrant tea in his hand.

"Good tea."

"Forget it! I've already seen enough, so I won't fight anymore. I should go back to bed!"

Tartaglia jumped up.

"Walk slowly."

Zhongli's voice floated slowly from behind, and he almost fell on the roof.

"Just wait for me! Zhongli! One day, I will make you willingly duel with me!"

Tartaglia's voice came from afar, Zhongli laughed silently and shook his head slightly.

What a passionate young man! If I were young, I would probably fight him for three days and three nights.

Unfortunately, he no longer has that kind of spirit, and a battle like this with such a huge disparity in strength is meaningless...

Zhongli took another sip of tea, and suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps coming up the stairs!

"Zhongli Keqing——! You are here indeed!"

A mischievous girl's voice was heard, and Zhongli, who had remained calm even when faced with a catastrophe, suddenly changed his expression.

It's walnut!

The 77th head of Wangsheng Hall and Zhongli's current nominal boss.

"Master Hu, why do you have the time to come here?"

Before Zhongli could finish his words, Hu Tao grabbed his arm and hurried out.

"No time to explain - Zhongli Keqing, you saw the battle just now, right? We have a big business coming!"

"what?"

Even with Zhongli's skill in cultivating his Qi, he couldn't help but be a little dazed at this moment, and then his expression turned into understanding.

He should have thought of it long ago that his own hall master would not miss any opportunity to take an order!

"Master Hu, this..."

"Oh! Don't worry! I will definitely give them a super favorable discount, and the pensions are all from the Liyue Seven Stars! For such a good and high-quality customer, we must provide the best service!"

"In short, leave everything to me! Zhongli Keqing, you only need to be responsible for the guidance!"

"So good."

On the other side, Feng Luo and Shen He did not leave the beach, but came to the cliff and lay there, feeling the sea breeze.

"Feng Luo—Aren't you going back to Liyue Harbor?"

Paimon and Ying walked over together and asked curiously.

"I'm not going back now... I feel deeply exhausted."

Feng Luo squinted his eyes, lying on the grass with his arms and legs spread out like a salted fish, feeling the full sunshine.

"The battle just now was completely draining my body and soul. I urgently need to rest now."

"That's true." Paimon nodded seriously, then came to his senses: "No, no! If we want to rest, wouldn't it be better to go back to our home in Liyue Harbor?"

"Yeah...what you said makes sense, but I still choose to lie here."

Feng Luo answered vaguely. The sunshine was so comfortable. The wind carried the scent of grass and sweet flowers. His whole body was warm and he almost fell asleep.

"Really."

Paimon put his hands on his hips and looked at Ying helplessly: "Then shall we go back first?"

"I'm afraid not."

Ying shook her head: "When I was hit before, I was injured a little, and now I can't use my teleportation ability."

"So, what's wrong with lying here with us?"

Feng Luo said while lying on the ground.

"Damn... I actually think what this guy said makes sense!" Seeing Feng Luo lying so comfortably, Paimon couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"Then otherwise..."

So Ying and Paimeng also lay down, leaning on both sides of Feng Luo and Shen He.

The four of them lay straight in a row, absorbing the sunlight.

"Wow! It's really nice! The grass is soft, the sun is warm, and the wind is so comfortable!"

Paimon stuck to Ying and arched twice like a piglet, then found a suitable position, with an expression of enjoyment and comfort on his face.

"Yes."

Ying also followed Feng Luo's example and closed her eyes, enjoying the sun. She felt an unprecedented sense of physical and mental relaxation.

It has been a long time since I felt like this during the journey. I didn’t have to think about other things or worry about anything. I just lay there with a blank mind, feeling the sunshine shining on my body.

At this moment, Ying felt like she was back in her mother's arms.

Yes, mother...

This word is already a very distant thing.

So far away...Ying can't even remember who her mother or father is.

In his memory, there was only his brother Kong, and...whom?

Ying's brows furrowed slightly.

She felt as if she had forgotten someone, someone who had left a deep impression on her and whom she should always remember.

This feeling is like there is an empty corner in my heart where there should be something, but I don’t notice it normally. But when I calm down and think about it, I feel a sense of loss and extreme emptiness.

Ying tried hard to recall, but her head suddenly felt a tearing pain.

"Ouch..." Ying let out a cry of pain.

"what happened?"

Feng Luo, who was standing next to her, noticed that something was wrong with Ying and asked worriedly.

It’s strange to say, but when Feng Luo’s voice came, Ying felt that the gap in her heart that seemed like it would never be filled was filled in an instant.

And the pain in my head slowly receded like the tide.

"I...I'm fine."

Ying turned her head, opened her eyes and stared at Feng Luo's caring eyes, and suddenly asked: "Have we... met somewhere before?"

?

A question mark slowly floated above Feng Luo’s head. He stretched out a hand and placed it on Ying’s forehead, then stretched out his hand and placed it on his own forehead.

"Strange, you don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

"……fine."

Ying also felt that she had asked a very stupid question and her face turned red.

Fortunately, Paimon is now asleep like a pig, otherwise I would have to laugh at myself for a long time!

"Just rest if you're okay. Your head must have been shaking when you were knocked away."

"Um……"

Ying took several deep breaths to calm herself down.

Then, under the warm sunshine, Ying relaxed and fell asleep without any precautions.