Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The glazed eaves were immersed in the honey-like sunset, and the snow-white fur ball trotted on the green tiles, its fluffy tail tip drawing tiny golden traces on the roof. The moment the fishmonger at the dock opened the oak barrel and the silver scales of the perch tumbled, Xizhi's ears trembled slightly, and he flew down from the mast -

"Splash!" The water splashed on her coarse cloth, and Mora fell to the ground, but her cat's claws had already pressed the gills of the most plump fish. Under the pink and tender meat, the crackling sound of the fish's tail hitting the wooden board made her blue eyes narrow into crescents, and a successful snore came out of her throat.

"My little ancestor! Are you the one who is at a disadvantage for the food in Wangsheng Hall?" The fishmonger slapped his thigh anxiously, but saw that the snow-colored whirlwind had rolled onto Fengyuan Manye's shoulders. The remaining chess game between the ronin warrior and his friend was broken by the ball of hair holding the fish, and the obsidian "Tengen" rolled towards the top of the wave.

Xizhi's tail tip stretched out like lightning, and the emerald wind element wrapped the chess piece and threw it back into Wanye's palm. Suddenly, an orange cat claw emerged from the friend's sleeve, and the cat that was napping in his arms turned over lazily. The white-haired ball immediately abandoned the perch and jumped onto the chessboard, tilting its head to look at the 19 vertical and horizontal lines, and suddenly stretched out its claws to push the white jade piece into the shape of the Big Dipper. When the tip of its tail hooked away the maple leaf hairpin on the friend's temple, it did not forget to leave a wet plum blossom mark on the chessboard.

"Such a spirit, could it be sent by some immortal to disturb the situation?" The friend held up the teacup suspended by the wind element with his fingertips, but was interrupted by a golden shadow flashing from behind the cargo box before he finished speaking. Xizhi's ear tip suddenly pressed against his head, and he was about to flee with the hairpin in his mouth, but was held by the scruff of the neck and suspended in the air.

"Yesterday he took Xingqiu's "Sword Records of Chen Qiu", the day before yesterday he touched Chongyun's ice mist ball, and today he even dares to pluck Wanye's maple hairpin?" Ying shook the furry ball, and Xizhi immediately curled up his claws and acted obedient, wrapping the tip of his tail around the girl's wrist and rubbing it lightly, whimpering like a kitten from his throat. Suddenly he stretched out his claws and pressed the tip of Ying's nose, and the scent of glass lily mixed with the fishy smell came to her face, and his blue eyes blinked twice with watery lightness, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

As dusk permeated the sea of ​​clouds, Xizhi squatted on top of the letter box piled with maple leaves, pressing the tip of his claws on the wolf hair brush that Ying used to copy letters. The three characters "Chang Lai Xin" dripping with ink were stepped on to form messy plum blossoms. Suddenly, he turned his head and hummed softly in the direction of Chihuyan, and his tail tip slapped heavily on the cinnabar seal of "Wangsheng Hall". Ying was about to speak when a heavy embroidered bag suddenly fell into his palm - five Mora neatly arranged in a flower cup shape, and the top one was still stained with shiny fish scales.

"This little rascal, he actually knew how to bribe the messenger?" Beidou's deep laughter shook the wine gourd, and when the red cloak swept over the container, Xizhi had already jumped onto her shoulder. The furry tail wrapped around the female captain's bronze neck, and she looked up and meowed at the deck in the distance. Chongyun, who was counting the cargo, hurriedly caught the mint ice bag that fell, and a golden dried crystal butterfly fish was wrapped in the ice mist.

"Don't worry." Beidou stroked the soft hair on Xizhi's forehead with his fingertips, his eyes passing over the outline of the distant rocky abyss, "Since I have fulfilled the trust of my old friend, I will protect this Inazuma route even if there is a thunderbolt."

The sound of Manye's flute began to flow at this moment. Xizhi's ears suddenly turned to the source of the sound, and she turned into a flowing cloud and rushed back to the chessboard, hooking the flute tassel with her claws and spinning. When the tune of "Fisherman's Song at Dusk" reached its highest point, she jumped up to the rhythm, and the rhythm of her paw pads matched the flute sound perfectly. The sleeping cat woke up again without knowing when, and the orange tail tip knocked on the bluestone slab, splashing starlight like the sparks bursting from the heart of the stepping sand furnace a hundred years ago.

The moment Ying took out the camera, Xizhi suddenly exploded his tail hair and rushed into her arms like a meteor. The hair stained with sea salt swept across the girl's neck, but her blue eyes looked at the other end of the dock - the glazed lily jade comb on Keqing's waist was shining in the twilight. Before Ying could react, the snow-colored afterimage had passed through the seven layers of cargo boxes and landed lightly on Yuhengxing's shoulder, licking her earlobe ingratiatingly, and the rock element hidden in the claws quietly repaired the tiny cracks in the jade comb.

"The treasure of Wangsheng Hall has escaped again?" Keqing reluctantly took off the comb, and Xizhi immediately used his tail to roll it towards Ying, but the claw hook hooked the comb teeth and refused to let go. It was not until Beidou came closer with the perch that Maotuanzi reluctantly pounced on the fish basket, and the tip of his tail did not forget to sweep a crooked smile in Yuheng's palm.

"The Death Star will weigh anchor at 3:30 am tomorrow." Beidou tied the wine gourd around his waist and tapped Xizhi's forehead with his bronze fingertips. "How about being a mascot? Ten kilograms of tuna for every meal."

Xizhi's ears twitched, and she suddenly shot back to Ying's cloak hood like an arrow, and her claws hooked out a bulging bag - Zhongli's special rock element cat food, each grain of which was carved with miniature stars. She took the bag and stuffed it into the compartment of the suitcase, and the tip of her tail rolled up five Moras and arranged the Big Dipper in the girl's palm.

Wan Ye leaned against the side of the boat and chuckled, "This route map is quite elegant." The Eye of God glowed green, and a wisp of wind lifted Mora up, "Where the seven stars point the way, there will be old friends returning on the waves."

Ying stared at the star map on her palm. Xizhi suddenly put the tip of his nose against her wrist. The gilded lines under the fur flickered like the pulse of the earth. In the distance, the sound of the copper bell in the Hall of Rebirth mixed with Hu Tao's call, "Little ancestor, please come back and count the paper money!", weaving a gentle net in the twilight.

"Every wave mark is a letter from the sea and sky." When Wanye's flute sounded again, Xizhi had curled up on the top layer of the suitcase. His claws pressed Ying's adventure notes, and the tip of his tail drew a crooked thunder cherry next to the word "Inazuma". The wet ink was attached to the crystal butterfly and fish scales, gleaming in the moonlight.

When the bright moon climbed over the remains of the Jade Pavilion, Xizhi curled up in his hood and yawned. His meat pads unconsciously kneaded a strand of the girl's golden hair, and the arc of her smacking lips in her dream still had the taste of fish. Ying tilted her head and gently rubbed the warm cloud. In the distance, the lanterns of the Wangsheng Hall swayed in the night wind, like amber ripples in someone's gilded pupils.

"I have a contract with Mr. Zhongli, so I cannot take you with me this time." The girl's fingertips brushed the tip of Xizhi's ear, where a faint dragon scale pattern was hidden, "Wait until the dust settles..."

Xizhi suddenly stretched out his claws to press her lips, and the tip of his claws drew a half crescent moon in the night sky. In the sound of the tide of Yunlai Sea, the copper bells on the eaves of Wangsheng Hall moved without wind, and the twenty-seven clear sounds were like the unfinished whispers of an old friend.