Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 369: Moon-chasing Invitation: Feiying Sends Feathers

Chapter 369: Moon-chasing Invitation: Feiying Sends Feathers

The rain curtain of Inazuma Castle was split by the lightning knife, and the tiptoes of Ying lightly tapped, and the oil-paper umbrella spun open, and the sound of crystal butterfly wind chimes fell gracefully on the twisted branches of the sacred cherry. The petals of the crimson cherry blossoms wrapped in evil remnants fell, just like rouge paper soaked in blood and tears. Yu leaned against the charred beams of the knife forging workshop, and his mechanical knuckles rubbed a half of the rusted iron sheet - the last warmth of Niwa's palm four hundred years ago was still imprinted on the blade engraved with crooked fireworks, and even the thunderstorm could not wipe it off.

"Hey, look at this!" Ying suddenly shook out a photo with rock patterns from her arms. In the picture, a snow-colored ragdoll cat was pouncing on a swallowtail butterfly between glazed tiles, its fluffy tail tip drawing the Big Dipper, and the crumbs of a golden shrimp ball stuck to its pink meat pads, like falling gilded stars.

The lightning from the Eye of God roamed on the surface of the photographic paper, and the image of a cat with its fur standing on end gradually emerged in the sky in the arc of electricity. "She actually made herself look like this..." The sigh of the puppet was wrapped in the hum of the broken blade of the forge.

"It's just Mr. Zhongli's illusion." Ying shook the plum-shaped paw prints on the back of the photo, "Someone said that if you are willing to go to Liyue to pet cats, you can get enough special catnip crisps."

Thunder vibrates deep in Yu Qing's joints. On a rainy night four hundred years ago, Lin Huan's bitten fingertips hung between his eyebrows, and the crisp sound of blood drops falling to the ground is still in his ears: "Yu Qing inherits Dan Yu's ambition and keeps the wonder of his heart."

"Hmph, that guy..." The puppet tugged at the broken arm wrapped in the star pattern bandage, and the wind-colored fluorescence flickered in the gaps of the fabric - this was the secret talisman of the Hall of Rebirth that the mechanical bird sent through the thunderstorm when he blocked the "Wu Xiang Yi Dao". In the bloody rain in front of the castle tower that year, the trembling fingertips of Xiao Kui's descendants arrived at the same time as this talisman, just like the konpeito that Niwa stuffed into his lapel.

Ying unrolled the scroll quickly, and the invitation drawn by Xizhi with the tip of his tail dipped in ink fell down:

【Monthly Banquet】

Guest of honor: The craftsman of Hiyakura cake

Side dishes: Almond tofu with moonlight, catnip crisps with starlight

Note: Guoba wants to teach Rock Slime the skill of making mochi

The mountain wind lifted up half of Yu Qing's hat, revealing the jade buckle of plum blossoms faintly visible between the bandages. That was the apology gift that Lin Huan asked Beidou to bring, and it was now resonating with the paw prints in the photo. "How did the Great Sage of Exorcism raise a cat? The fur color is not as bright as it used to be..."

Ying pressed the photo paper against the void opened by the thunder wedge. The rock element and the purple lightning intertwined into a past scene: Danyu in a pool of blood caressed the puppet's cheek, Lin Huan's sword light blossomed into a blue lotus in the black fog of the evil god, and Boyang's star disk enveloped Duotole's twisted smile. "Be like a dandelion seed... ride on the wind..." The whisper of the dying penetrated four hundred years of time.

&34;Old friends in the earth veins,&34;Fluorescent fingertips light up the rock patterns,&34;all want to see the puppet try on Liyue's newly made flowing cloud dress.&34;

"Her bad taste has never changed." Yu Qing turned her head away, the lightning flowing between the earrings turned into a furnace fire of stepping on the sand, "If you are willing to let me rub those cat ears enough... I will also consider it."

The sudden rain had just stopped, and the sound of Wanye's flute floated from somewhere. The puppet's fingertips hovered between the exploding fluff on the photo, and suddenly asked softly: "I just don't know if the bright moon in Guyun Pavilion will shine on the dandelions stepping on the sand?"

In the blue light of the teleportation anchor point, the plum blossom buckle on the hat's strap rippled. Ying smiled but didn't answer, just stuffed a bag of konpeito into his palm - a thousand paper cranes folded out of candy paper flapped their wings and were about to fly, with the wing tips stained with the almond crisp frosting that Xizhi had stolen.