I live a slow life in Genshin Impact

Trouble is coming.

When he saw Ye Lan, Feng Luo suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. His fingertips rubbed the edge of the teacup repeatedly, and his eyebrows felt a little swollen.

At this moment, he was like a poor cat owner who just woke up and looked at his cat, then saw the kitten meowing and ran towards him and wanted to sleep in.

"of course can."

The sigh in my heart reached my lips and finally turned into agreement.

"You don't look like you're very happy." Ye Lan walked in, swaying her waist gracefully with a faint smile on her lips.

Shen He's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and she glanced at Ye Lan inconspicuously. The sharp intuition unique to immortal disciples allowed her to sense the subtle dangerous aura on Ye Lan in advance.

Ye Lan pushed the door open lightly, the star-patterned pendant swaying with her steps, and the orchid fragrance wafting from her cuffs instantly covered up the scent of tea.

"It's been a long time since we last met. Your taste has improved a lot." Ye Lan glanced across the table full of exquisite tea sets with a half-smile, then sat down.

"As expected of you, you are the Young Master of the Fatui."

"Well, this tea tastes good too."

She savored it leisurely as if it was her home ground.

“It’s a very high-grade tea.”

"Hey, hey, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Feng Luo's expression was quite helpless. He leaned his back against the chair and changed to a slightly more comfortable position. The engravings under the fabric hurt, so he took a breath and leaned forward again.

"You can't be here to reminisce about the past, right?"

"What? Can't I come to you if nothing happens?" Ye Lan's eyes were as clear as autumn water, but they hid cunning. While speaking, she secretly glanced at Shen He, only to see that she was sitting there as usual, like a statue of a goddess.

Why did I follow this guy?

Ye Lan complained in her heart.

"It's not like nothing happens during a time like the Lantern Festival."

Feng Luo was helpless, but he still had to continue: "Don't beat around the bush, just say it directly if you have something to say."

"Well, I wanted to catch up with you."

There was a hint of regret in Ye Lan's tone. Her pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak looked at Feng Luo with a sense of resentment, which made Feng Luo feel uneasy. Fortunately, she quickly regained her composure.

As her fingertips brushed the rim of the cup, Ye Lan's tone suddenly became serious: "Those monsters from the Abyss Cult are getting restless again. I need some help."

Feng Luo's hands trembled, and the tea splashed out: "Are you here to assign me a job?"

"How clever! Take this." Ye Lan placed a token that looked like it was made of metal on the table.

"With this, the Qianyan Army will not stop you, and you can ask for their assistance when necessary."

"Go and take care of the monsters around Liyue. I'm counting on you."

Before she finished her words, Ye Lan drank the tea in the cup, then walked to the window, tapped her toes, jumped out like a swallow, and soon disappeared.

“…”

It’s true!

Feng Luo was quite speechless, but he quickly thought of a good idea and a smile reappeared on his face.

Not a moment.

"Eh?!"

Paimon's eyes widened.

"Is there such a good thing?!"

"Clear the monsters around, and you will get 1 Mora!"

When it came to the latter part, her expectations could not help but rise.

You should know that the commissions you can usually get from the Adventurer's Association are around 800 Mora or 1000 Mora.

Although Ying's status and position rose along the way, the two of them were never very wealthy because someone was a big eater.

Now that he suddenly had a commission that could earn him 1 Mora, Paimon felt all of a sudden that all of his energy had risen!

Even a little unbelievable.

"Of course!"

In response to Paimeng's question, Feng Luo gave a kind and affirmative smile: "How could I lie to you? But..."

He looked at Ying who was still moving goods with Yidou at the dock and scratched his head: "You guys are really the same as always - close to life."

"Yohoo! It's finally done!"

Almost at the same time, Aratake Ichito and Ying successfully completed the task, and both of them were sweating.

"Thank you for your hard work. Here is the 1000 Mora you deserve for the commission. You are indeed travelers. You work so efficiently. I thought it would take a whole day to finish this." The merchant praised the efficiency of the two men.

"Hahahaha! This is so easy! When I was in Hanamizaka, I moved real wood!"

Arata Ichito laughed: "Even if there is another hundred loads of goods, I can handle it easily!"

"Hey! Stop bragging, you cowherd! Come over here quickly!" What Paimon hated most was Aradaki Ito bragging, so he waved his hand quickly.

"Who is questioning me? Oh! It turns out to be the Flying Dwarf Pansy. That's fine. Hahahaha! I won't bother with a kid!"

"What did you say!"

Paimon and Arata started bickering again.

"Long time no see, Feng Luo."

Ying wiped the sweat off her forehead, picked up the iced drink and drank it all, then looked at Feng Luo with a smile on her face.

As a hero of Liyue Harbor, and a traveler who was gradually gaining fame and even appeared on the Fontaine Daily, she had no psychological pressure at all to do these things, which made Feng Luo's impression of her even higher.

"Long time no see. I thought you were slaying demons."

"Well..."

An embarrassment also appeared on Ying's face.

"I don't know what's going on, but the Adventurer's Association has had fewer combat commissions recently. It may be because the Lantern Festival is approaching and the Thousand Rock Army has gone out to maintain the safety of the trade route."

"It's not good to be idle and have nothing to do. I just happened to hear from Arotaki Ichito that there is a shortage of labor here, so I came to do a part-time job."

"can."

Feng Luo gave a thumbs up.

"I have a combat commission here, do you want to accept it?"

"Fight? Of course."

Ying became interested as soon as she heard it: "What is it about?"

"The monster outside."

Feng Luo took out the token and said, "Look, this is it."

"What good stuff is that! Let me see it!"

"what?"

Paimeng, who had just finished a verbal fight with Huang Long, flew over and took the token in his hand. He suddenly shrugged his nose and frowned: "Why is there a faint fragrance? Feng Luo, are you using any perfume?"

"Ah? Is there any?"

Facing Ying's doubtful gaze, Feng Luo felt a little embarrassed for a moment, so he could only deceive himself: "Where is the fragrance? Did you smell it wrongly?"

"! Impossible! And this scent seems familiar, as if I have smelled it on someone before..."

Paimon began to think.

"Okay, okay, don't think about this. Instead of this, it's better to complete the combat commission first!" Feng Luo urged again and again.