Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The morning mist was floating over Liyue Harbor like a mermaid silk. The night dew condensed on the bluestone slabs reflected the faint light, like stardust falling into the world. Ying tiptoed and crept in, holding up her skirt. The carved wooden door of the Hall of Rebirth let out a ray of warm light as she gently pushed it with her fingertips. Sandalwood mixed with the morning mist blew in her face.

Hu Tao was sleeping soundly on the rosewood table, with a red plum hairpin inserted diagonally in her tousled hair, and the tip of a cinnabar pen hanging above the cover of "Secret Records of Rebirth", about to fall, and a dark red ink flower was blooming. A ball of snow-colored fluff was curled up in the paper mountain piled with incense and candles. Xizhi covered her pink nose with her tail, and her ear tips moved slightly with her breathing. The morning light flowed through the glass window on her fluff, like clouds condensed from the moonlight.

Concentrating his attention on the screen, the starlight on his fingertips turned into silver threads and gently tickled the cat's ears. Xizhi shook his eartips in his dream, turned over to reveal his velvety belly, and grabbed in the air twice with his claws, which happened to hook the falling paper ashes, as if he had caught a transparent crystal butterfly.

"Xiao Xizhi--" Ying's fingertips were about to touch the warm cloud, the cinnabar pen fell to the ground with a "click", and the splashing ink plum broke the silence.

"Honorary Knight!" Walnut slammed the table in anger, causing the mountain of paper to tremble. "Are you trying to steal the palace's favor or the coffin board?"

Three death cards flew out of her sleeves, and paper money turned into fluttering butterflies. Ying had already jumped to the doorstep with the cat in her arms, and Xizhi protested with her velvet paws, her tail entangled in the tassels of the starry sky shawl, and her purring was mixed with the sound of the startled wings of the sparrows on the eaves.

"Master, good morning." Zhongli's gilded skirt brushed against the screen, and the teacup was filled with the fragrance of Biluochun. He appeared beside Mao'er, "It's okay. Xizhi went to meet a friend, and the traveler has promised to take him back before nightfall."

He stroked the tip of Xizhi's ear with his fingertips, causing ripples in the pearly fur. The cat's blue eyes suddenly widened, and the tip of its tail rolled up a maple leaf and handed it to the teacup, like an offering to the morning dew.

When Ying took the opportunity to slip out, Xizhi poked his head out from between the shawls, grabbed the girl's shoulders with his pink claws and gently shook the maple leaves towards Zhongli. The copper bells on the eaves rang in response, startling a string of dewdrops that fell into the tea soup, spreading the gilded patterns.

The third floor of Wangshu Inn was immersed in the honey-colored morning light, and the sweet aroma of almond tofu was entangled with the chill of the Demon Seal. Xiao leaned against the window frame, the Nuo mask looming in the morning mist, and the snowball in his arms suddenly struggled - when Ying quietly stuffed it into his arms, Xizhi still had half a death card in his claws, and at this moment he was gently rubbing the karma lines on his wrist with the tip of his nose.

"You, kid, are really good at choosing a place." Xiao flicked the cat's forehead with his finger. The Dream of the Fallen Dragon was humming on the desk. The black energy of karma wrapped around the bow and the emerald green light of the rock were torn and entangled, casting hideous and intertwined shadows on the ground. Xizhi suddenly pricked up his ears, and his blue eyes reflected the red skirt that turned out from behind the beam.

"......Long time no see." The red-skirted Yaksha had red tassels wrapped around her fingertips, and her third eye glowed with a dark red glow. Xizhi's back arched like a ball of fluff, but her claws tightly grasped Xiao's clothes, and the tip of her tail trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind.

"I didn't expect that this bow... after so many years, would eventually fall into her hands." Her eyes fell on Xiao's face, and the corners of her lips slightly raised, "Brother Fushe didn't trust the wrong person, and neither did you... and she is a good child."

"Lingzhi, don't scare her. Now is not the time to talk about those old things." The Nuo mask suddenly covered Xiao's face, and the cold voice was condensed with frost and snow. The breeze from the palm of his hand gently caressed the cat's trembling back, but the ending tone was quietly softened a little, "Wait until she recovers a little... At least, wait until she can recover to her human form. Those old things should be told to her in a windy place, with a pot of good tea... Then tell her all the resentment, injustice, and loss in your heart."

After a pause, his voice was as light as the morning breeze: "She will be a good listener and a good friend. Believe me."

"That's fine. We've waited for a thousand years, so a little while won't hurt." Lingzhi chuckled and turned to the window. Her red skirt shimmered in the morning light. "I just hope she won't be like you, always keeping things to herself like a mute person."

Xiao did not respond, but only looked down at Xizhi in his arms. The cat had calmed down, humming softly, its blue eyes half-closed, and the tip of its tail gently tapped his wrist, as if responding to his comfort.

The red skirt suddenly shattered into sparks in the morning light, leaving only a streak of red next to the cat's pink paws. Xizhi tentatively touched the tassels, and suddenly turned over and rolled around, sweeping the inkstone on the desk with its fur tail, and the splashed ink just drew a red plum blossom on the bow of the dream of the fallen dragon.

The frost in Xiao's eyes melted away, and the Nuo mask turned into smoke and dissipated. He picked up the tassel and tied it around Xizhi's neck. The red color made the snow velvet even brighter. "It's time to set off."

The cat jumped onto his shoulder, hooked its claws on the Nuo mask and swung on it, its blue eyes reflecting the smoke rising from Liyue Harbor.

Xiao's fingertips gently brushed the tip of her ear, and his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "When you are ready, let's listen to her story together... There is another person, and it's time to listen to the truth that he has hidden in his heart for five hundred years."