Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 363: The Candlelight Flickers in Front of the Jade Case

Xizhi curled up on Zhongli's lap, her snow-like tail drooping limply, her silver hair on the tips of her ears drooping against the fragments of the "Map of Mountains and Rivers". The plum blossom cake that Hutao was holding passed over her nose, her cat-like glass eyes half-opened, her whiskers too lazy to tremble, and she only squeezed out a soft "meow" from her throat.

Baizhu's jade ring held a three-inch medicinal mist, and the emerald smoke condensed into a bell that gently touched the cat's ears. Xizhi slowly retracted his claws, and the black chalcedony fragments on his paw pads glowed blue in the twilight, as if a layer of star sand had been painted on the pink center of his claws.

"Spring silkworms devour mulberry leaves, and clouds and mountains are locked in mist." Just as Changsheng Snake Xin rolled up the Secret Records of Rebirth, Xizhi suddenly turned over to reveal her belly, and her fluffy tail "slapped" onto the inkstone. When the black ink beads rolled into the medicine bag, her hind paws unconsciously kicked Zhongli's wide sleeves, hooking a few strands of gold threads from the rock-patterned fabric.

The walnut-gilded tassel brushed across the cat's nose: "Mr. Bai, look! This droopy little plum blossom mark—" The girl poked Xizhi's soft flesh with her fingertips, "It looks even more pitiful than the newly pasted paper lanterns in the Hall of Rebirth."

Xizhi's ears trembled, and he buried his head deep into Zhongli's sleeves. The fluffy tail was limply hooked around the Yanshen jade ring, and two Qingxin petals were entangled in the snow-colored fur. The Baishu lens flickered, reflecting the faint traces of the Baiwujinji Lu under the cat's paw pads - the talisman that should have been sharp was softened into a plum branch by the limp cat fur.

When the bluebird broke through the window, a few starlights fell from the exploding fluff. She arched Zhongli's wrist to hide, but she almost fell off the rosewood table because of lack of strength. When the gilded tassels entangled her hind paws, the cat whined in grievance, and the colorful petals hooked on the claws fell on Yu Qing's letter.

The rock patterns on Zhongli's fingertips condensed the eight characters "Carrying dreams to knock on the door of eternity" into amber. Xizhi held the amber in his mouth and rolled it into the belly of Xuerong. The sparks of stepping on the sand four hundred years ago were reflected in his glass pupils. The dragon's pupils, which should have been sharp, were now covered with a layer of misty water light, just like the glass lamps in Liyue Harbor after the rain.

It was late at night. When Zhongli was carrying Xizhi, who was finally not so depressed, through the Moon Cave Gate, the Jinghong bell on the eaves rang three times. The dim palace lantern cast the shadow of the snow cat on the "Map of Mountains, Rivers and States", just covering the thunderstorm mark in the Inazuma Sea. His fingertips brushed the tip of the cat's ear. The rock pattern had not faded completely, and the little animal in his arms suddenly glowed green.

Xizhi transformed into a blue dragon that was only the length of his forearm. Its scales were not as cold and hard as those of ordinary dragons, but instead glowed with a soft velvety glow. Its horns curled up into a cloud-like shape, and its tail was fluffy like a newly opened glass lily, shining like star sand under the candlelight.

"You little guy, are you in high spirits now?" Zhongli tapped the dragon's horn with his fingers, and ripples appeared in his gilded eyes. "I am getting more and more adept at using this magic to transform into a cat and attract people's love."

Xizhi Longlong immediately wrapped around his wrist, and her fluffy tail swept across the Adam's apple of the Rock God. Those patterns that looked like scales were actually as soft as brocade, and had the warm fragrance of colorful flowers. She deliberately rubbed Zhongli's jaw with her fluffy dragon mane, and the pure heart petals hidden in the mane fell on the manuscript of "A Leisurely Journey in the World".

The little dragon suddenly rolled into the jade brush washer, stained with pine soot ink. When it jumped out again, it had become an ink dragon, with its claws hooked on Zhongli's gilded waist pendant as a ball. The overturned teacup was quietly supported by the rock pattern, and the spilled tea soup condensed into the Liyue landscape in mid-air, reflecting the twelve star tracks swept by her fluffy tail.

&34;Just be content. &34;

Before Zhongli finished speaking, the Xizhi dragon, wrapped in the wind vortex, was as fluffy as a snowball. It spun lightly in the vibration of the elemental force and quietly hid in the wide sleeves of the man. The fluffy dragon tail stretched out from the cuffs and proudly swept away the amber on the table. The rock element crystal that should have been indestructible was rubbed by her fur and turned into powder, creating an amber star rain in the moonlight.

When the bell rang at the third watch, the little dragon, who had had enough of playing, curled up into a ball and nestled beside the pillow. Zhongli's rock-patterned pajamas were stained with the unique floral scent of dragon mane, but Xizhi Longlong suddenly opened her eyes and used the golden scales on the tip of her tail to write the account of the Wangsheng Hall on his palm - the "Wangsheng Hall Expansion Contract" that Hutao forced her to press her paw print on during the day was still hidden in the third compartment of the antique shelf.

The moonlight of the early morning flooded through the window lattice, coating the dragon's body like a ball of wool in a warm jade color. Zhongli sighed and covered her with the "General Principles of the Contract" as if it were a thin quilt. The pages of the book turned to the chapter about "The Transformation of the Immortal Beast" without any wind. On the yellowed pages, Lin Huan's elegant comments from more than 34 years ago could be vaguely seen: "In the art of transforming into a cat, the fluffyness should be the most important..."