Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 362 Listen to the Thunder

When the wind blew through the hall and the copper bells hanging on the eaves made clear music, ripples appeared in the teacup in Zhongli's hand. The snow-white cat curled up on his knees suddenly pricked up its ears, and its glass-like pupils reflected the lightning thousands of miles away - that was the direction of Inazuma.

"Sir, your heartbeat is a little faster."

Xizhi swept his wrist with his tail, and pressed the pad of his flesh against the edge of the teacup: "Are you worried about Ah Huan? Or...?"

The sound of broken celadon interrupted his words. Zhongli watched the tea on the stone table winding into the shape of the Inazuma map, and suddenly he pulled the cat into his arms, lowering his eyes and saying nothing.

The silver hair on Xizhi's ear tip brushed against his trembling fingertips: "I know, sir, you taught me--"

After a pause, the cat curled up in the gentleman's lap again, rubbing his slightly cool palm with its fluffy ears, and whispered, "But don't worry, sir... I won't disappear suddenly. You are right... I should believe them."

Rice Wife, Ba Ying Island, Evil Eye Factory.

Moonlight fell from the split dome, reflecting on the crystallized bone marrow all over the ground, and silver streams meandered among the ruins. The barrier of the Eightfold God Child glowed with blue fox fire, covering everyone in a shaky safety zone. The puppet executive's snow-white sword was stuck in the mechanical wreckage, and the Thunder God's Eye hung on his chest, reflecting the green smoke rising from the factory wreckage, like a stubborn lamp, flickering in the darkness.

"Crack." Yae Shenzi bit the last piece of fried tofu and gently touched the unhealed burn on Yu Qing's shoulder with her rouge-colored nails. She said with a hint of ridicule, "Using scrap iron from Kanreya to build a stage is more interesting than the Noh play in the castle tower." She suddenly lowered her voice, and her fox ears brushed against the boy's bleeding earlobe. Her voice was so soft that only he could hear it, "But little guy, if you learn to play with your life like that Azure Dragon sister from Liyue... you will have a short life, right?"

Yu Qing looked indifferent, sheathing his sword gracefully, and cast his eyes on the phantom of the Tading Sand Disaster emerging from the flames in the distance, and said calmly: "Master Gong Si, you are joking. I prefer the smell of gunpowder smoke to the aroma of fried tofu--" His voice paused, as if he was recalling something, "At least, it's real enough."

Ying's bladeless sword tip lifted up half of a burnt workshop blueprint, on which Niwa's handwriting remained. She stared at Yu Qing's profile, which was gilded by lightning, and asked tentatively, "So you left these behind on purpose... Did you want Ying to see the truth left in the ruins of Tadingsha more than four hundred years ago? Or..." The sword tip suddenly pointed to his heart, "Are you waiting for someone from Liyue to come and clean up the mess?"

Yu Qing's pupils shrank slightly, and the lightning condensed into the shadow of Lin Huan's blue dragon in his palm. He whispered, "She won't come."

The shadow roared and tore the illusion apart, revealing the dense core of the evil spirit behind it. His voice was cold and firm: "Just as I will not become the second Niwa--" Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the edge of Ying's sword, and lightning burst out, "Look carefully, traveler! There has never been redemption in the thunder that enveloped Inazuma. The only solution is..."

At this moment, a cyan mechanical bird descended from the sky, with faint rock patterns flowing between its wings, like a miniature of the mountains of Liyue. It landed lightly in the palm of the Eightfold Goddess, and its beak pecked at her fingertips, as if conveying some secret message. The Goddess raised the corners of her lips slightly, stroked the bird's back with her fingertips, and took out a letter that exuded a faint rock elemental scent. On the letter, golden lines moved like dragons and snakes, outlining the contours of the mountains and rivers of Liyue, and every stroke seemed to contain thousands of years of calmness and wisdom.

The tip of the Yae Goddess' finger lightly twisted the edge of the letter, and the lightning wax in her palm turned into a wisp of purple lightning and dissipated, and the air was filled with a faint sandalwood scent. The fox tail lazily swept across the wooden floor, and the red cherry makeup at the end of her eyes trembled as her eyes moved, as if brewing a silent storm. "Oh my," she chuckled, her voice as clear as a wind chime, "The guest gentleman in the Wangsheng Hall is actually willing to be a spectator of this game of chess?" She raised her eyes to look at Yu Qing and Ying, and a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, "But, I think I understand what Sister Maoer is thinking."

"Since we want to break the impasse, the bargaining chips and prices of the transaction must be laid out on the table and carefully considered." The Son of God turned around, his eyes flowing like water, falling on Ying, "Little guy, you come from Liyue, so you must be familiar with the word 'contract'. Fairness and credibility are the cornerstones of a contract." She raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a meaningful tone, "However, sometimes, the definition of fairness varies from person to person.

The Yae Goddess stroked the corner of her lips with her fingertips, and her fox tail rolled up a dark blue lightning behind her. Her eyes entangled Yu Qing and Ying like spider silk, and finally fixed on the corner of the boy's clothes stained with crystal debris: "Since Xiao Yu Qing is determined to rewrite this deadlock-" As her jade hands turned over, a divine heart with a deep blue light flowed in the air, and the pattern of lightning cherry petals could be vaguely seen at the core, "Then, this is the key to open the Pure Land of One Heart, and it is also the "honey bait" dedicated to Zhidong. "

Yu Qing's fingertips froze slightly when they were about to touch the Heart of God. The Thunder God's Eye flickered on his waist, reflecting the emotions in his eyes like the tide. Finally, he closed his five fingers, and the moment the Heart of God was embedded in his palm, the ground veins of the Evil Eye Factory suddenly trembled, and countless dark purple vines condensed from crystallized bone marrow retreated like living things.

"I will let my mother see..." the boy said in a low voice, stepping over the broken Fatui masks on the ground, "see that the fire of the Tading Sand furnace has never been truly extinguished."

Ying's sword cut a golden mark on the ground, and the star-like elemental power blocked the remnants of the evil god who tried to cling to Yu Qing: "You are gambling with the entire future of Inazuma." She raised her eyes and looked directly at the Son of God, and the edgeless sword hummed like a dragon's roar, "If this heart of God falls into the hands of the wrong person——"

"Oh my, the traveler is still so cautious." Shen Zi's fox tail suddenly wrapped around Ying's wrist, and the lightning formed a fine net between the two of them. "But have you ever thought..." She lightly touched Ying's heart with her fingertips, and a wisp of lightning shadow disappeared into it, "The real "secret agreement" was signed as early as the day you entered the game?"

Yu Qing's back stopped at the factory exit. In the backlight, his silhouette seemed to be cut into pieces by the thunderstorm. Yae Shenzi suddenly raised her voice and said, "By the way, next time, tell Liyue's cat sister a message for me—" She threw a thunder wedge with a windmill chrysanthemum embedded in it to the boy, "Just say "The string is broken, the puppet should learn to tie its own shoelaces." "

When Yu Qing's figure completely disappeared from sight, Ying's sword tip lifted up the broken half of the evil eye design drawing on the ground. The drawing burned to ashes in the lightning, but the dense signatures of the craftsmen at the bottom were revealed - the handwriting of the victims who stepped on the sand four hundred years ago.

"Next..." Shen Zi leaned against the broken forge, playing with a strand of Ying's golden hair with his fingertips, "It's time for our General to hear the cry echoing in the earth veins."

Ying sheathed her sword, and her star-like cloak swept across the crystallized debris on the ground: "I will take her to see - to see the new branches under the sacred cherry tree, to see the sake offered in front of the sword-forging tomb, and to see everyone who still holds a torch and walks forward in the thunderstorm."