Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 368 Wind Chimes Ringing Under the Eaves

Chapter 368 Wind Chimes Ringing Under the Eaves

The glazed tiles of the Yanshang Teahouse were condensed with dew. Xizhi was chewing the fifth plate of almond tofu on Yelan's lap, the icing on his claws glittering in the morning light. Yelan suddenly pinched the cat's ear, and the poisoned silver needle glowed coldly on his fingertips: "If you don't go back, the bills for the Wangsheng Hall will pile up like a mountain."

Before he finished speaking, the wind chimes on the eaves trembled. Gilded ginkgo leaves passed through the corridor, forming the emblem of Wangsheng Hall on the stone table. Xizhi's tail hair instantly exploded into dandelions, and he was about to crawl under the tea cabinet with half a piece of fried tofu in his mouth, but Ye Lan wrapped his hind legs with silk thread.

"Mr. Zhongli has arrived just in time." Ye Lan hooked her fingertips, and the silver thread lifted the fur ball into the air, "This cat destroyed three volumes of secret reports yesterday, stole five plates of golden shrimp balls, and even mixed Jueyun pepper powder into the 'customer's' tea——"

"Meow!" Xizhi twisted in the air, his bandages falling off, revealing the healing dragon scales. Zhongli reached out to catch the falling ball of fur, and the rock elemental halo stroked the pale golden lines: "I'm sorry to have caused trouble for Miss Ye Lan."

Ye Lan shook the flute that was covered with cat hair and said, "Mr. Keqing, how do you plan to compensate..."

"A three-year free meal voucher for Wanmin Hall." Zhongli put the sleepy cat into his arms, and the dragon scale pattern on his sleeves wrapped around the yawning pink nose. "In addition, thirty boxes of the newly harvested bamboo leaf Qingxin ointment from Qingce Village are included."

"I want the double spicy version." Ye Lan's silver chain wrapped around Zhongli's sleeve, but suddenly loosened when it touched the sleeping cat's ear. She glanced at the half-piece of the Fatui emblem stuck in Xizhi's claws, which he had taken from him at some point, and suddenly lowered her voice and said, "Mr. Zhongli, raising a cat..."

"That's fine." Zhongli tapped the stone table with his fingertips, and the rock print on the tabletop blossomed into a lotus pattern. "Cat, it's better to be casual."

Xizhi purred in dissatisfaction in his sleeves, and the tip of his tail quietly poked out of his sleeves, hooked out the Jueyun pepper from the brocade bag on Yelan's waist, and rolled it directly under his soft belly. Zhongli held down the fluttering sleeves without changing his expression, but a strand of silver-gray cat hair stuck to his usually spotless collar.

As dusk fell over Chihuyan, the sound of water splashing could be heard from the backyard of Wangsheng Hall. Hu Tao chased the wet ball of fur with a pestle in his hand: "Guest! Your cat jumped into the fish tank again!"

Zhongli looked up from between the scrolls and saw Xizhi leaping onto the beam with a lotus leaf on his head, his claw marks dragging long water stains on the "Notes on the Work of the Ceremonial Attendants of the Hall of Rebirth". The rock barrier that flew out of his sleeves accurately blocked the escape route, but turned into an amber transparent barrier the moment the water ball hit.

"Meow~" Xizhi clung to the amber wall and performed a cute dragon crying, but the tip of his tail was secretly dipped in cinnabar to draw a cat head on the barrier. Hu Tao's plum blossom pupils suddenly lit up: "This expression is great! Write it down to make the soul-calming scroll for the new coffin..."

That night, the rain curtain covered Liyue Harbor, and the entire harbor became humid. However, a warm light was lit in the glass window of the attic of the Hall of Rebirth. Zhongli paused as he held the peach wood comb, watching the silver-gray cat hair tangled between the teeth of the comb gradually glow like the faint light of blue dragon scales. Xizhi curled up beside the spirit-suppressing lamp and dozed off. His tail unconsciously entangled his drooping hair, braiding the long hair of the Rock King, which had been tied up for six thousand years, into a crooked braid.

Amid the sound of rain, a dragon-like roar penetrated the tiles of the Wangsheng Hall. Qianyanjun, who was on night duty at Feiyunpo, rubbed his eyes, touched the rock god's eye hanging on his waist, and swore that he definitely saw the shadow of a blue dragon perched on the roof of the Wangsheng Hall - there was still half a ginkgo leaf stuck on the dragon's horn, and the soft and slender dragon tail swayed gently in the rain curtain.