Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 370: Returning with the Stone Bound, with the Cherry Blossoms on the Fleece Tail

Chapter 370: Returning with the Stone Bound, with the Cherry Blossoms on the Fleece Tail

The thunderstorm tore thousands of purple scales across the sky. The bronze bow of the Death Star split the dark wave wall. Beidou hung in the air with one foot hooked on the mast iron ring. His navy blue robe was filled with salty wind. He looked at the crazy heaving fishing boats in the distance and laughed out loud: "Ha! You have to use dragon tendon line to fish for immortals. Can their shabby fishing nets tie up Lord Yan's old friend?"

On the deck of the fishing boat, a five-year-old girl clung to the mast like a reed in the wind, her glazed lily hairpin about to fall as the boat tilted. The old fisherman screamed as he pulled on the rope tangled with stone statues, his vein-rippling hands clinging to the broken wings of a crystal butterfly, glowing with dying splendor in the lightning.

&34;Within three breaths—&34;

The glowing rock ridges broke through the waves and held up the sky, and the amber barrier blossomed like a lotus to support the broken planks. The leaves of Wanye swept across the sea in the wind vortex, and the moment the leaf flute blew away the rain curtain, the feather-tilted thunder wedge had already been nailed into the stone statue's shoulder armor. The purple lightning moved along the mottled rock patterns, and the group of sparrows nesting on the crown exploded into a ball of hair, and the pickled fish crumbs mixed with feathers covered Beidou's face.

"Doll boy! Hook its waistband!" Beidou wiped his face and threw out the black iron hook. The iron chain collided with the mossy rock shell, making a metal and stone tremor.

The fishing boat spun like a top under the huge force, and the girl was thrown into the raging waves like a kite with a broken string. Ying's wind wings rolled up the waves and condensed into an ice-patterned cup. Paimon swooped down with a lifebuoy in his arms, and the two rolled into mochi balls covered with seaweed in the glass cup.

&34;Closing the net!&34;

The blades of light spun into a green vortex, and they stepped on the overturned wreckage to cut the ropes that bound people. Five men fell into the canvas like dehydrated perch. When the old fisherman drifted towards the whirlpool with a salted fish barrel in his arms, Paimon was stuck to his butt by a thunder slime that jumped out of the barrel: "My cloak is not a suction cup!"

Yu Qing's thunder wedge split the purple lightning, and the old fisherman was lifted onto the side of the boat amid the smell of burnt food. A muffled sound suddenly came from the stern of the boat, and a seasick fisherman boy rolled out of the stone waist belt, with a half-broken oar in his arms engraved with plum blossom claw marks. When the tip of the Wanye flute lifted the boy's collar, a wisp of silver-gray fluff stuck to Yu Qing's mask, and the sweet aroma of almond candy floated between the gilded patterns.

"Seven." Beidou tapped the rock shell with his fingers, "This old rock is better at hiding people than the Dragon King Ruotu."

Ying looked at the deck and chuckled - the ends of everyone's hair were covered with shiny cat hair, and the warm light of the lanterns on the eaves of the Wangsheng Hall was flowing in the twilight.

Morning mist soaked the red eaves of Liyue Harbor. In the sweet mist rising from the steamer in Wanmin Hall, Xizhi curled up in Zhongli's sleeve and dozed off. The tip of his tail unconsciously slapped the "Wangsheng Hall Rules", scratching the "No Unauthorized Movement of Tributes" into tassels. When Guoba came over with the newly-out-of-the-steamer Feiying mochi, his paw prints left a string of sugar-frosted plum blossoms on the floor.

&34;Lu~&34;

The orange fur ball pushed the mochi to the tip of his nose, and the scent of the cherry blossoms brushed past Xizhi's trembling ears. The cat instantly exploded into a dandelion ball, hooking its claws on Zhongli's sleeves and retreating, but its blue eyes were fixed on the trembling cherry blossom jelly in the center of the mochi - Lin Huan's favorite mint fragments were condensed in the crystal clear crystal.

Guoba tilted his head and blinked his obsidian eyes, then suddenly broke the mochi. The golden honey filling drew out a brilliant arc of light, and a strand just happened to hang on Xizhi's beard. The cat's ears trembled as if it had received an electric shock, but its tail swept away half a piece of dessert, and its paws pressed out the gilded word "Shang" on the chopping board.

&34;It's time to eat! &34;

Xiangling rolled out of the kitchen like a whirlwind, her icy hairpin shaking off the fine snow. Xizhi jumped onto Zhongli's shoulder and hooked the sandalwood hairpin, her black hair hanging down and reflected in the glass cup, just like the hair hanging down from the rock when she was brewing tea five hundred years ago.

Hu Tao's cat-teaser brushed past Xi Zhi's ear: "Look, guest, the treasure of the town has drooled through the rock barrier!"

The gilded tail tip penetrated the barrier and dipped in syrup to draw a round wind slime on the chopping board. The orange head poked out from behind the stove and raised the same doodle notebook, with the wind dragon's mane stuck on the cover.

"This pattern..." Xiangling stared at the newly tied sea-blue necklace on her apron in astonishment. Guoba suddenly pulled Xizhi into his arms and gently rubbed his chin against the cat's head. Xizhi stiffened like a catnip cookie, and the mochi between his claws "smashed" into the teacup, and the Pu'er splashed fat claw marks on the "Earth Vein Research".

When dusk fell over the carved window lattices, two balls of fur had curled up in the vine nest to form a Tai Chi. Xizhi rested his paws on the warm belly of Guoba, and the almond candy he was chewing in his dream turned into smoke and sank into the deep earth veins to seal the array. The real Lin Huan was sleeping soundly while holding Boyang's star disk, and the ends of his hair were still stained with the glazed lily powder from the battle of Layer Rock.

As the sunset light permeated the sea of ​​clouds, the Death Star dragged a huge rock into the harbor. Yu Qing leaned against the rock shell and threw fish scraps, and a group of birds gathered under his bamboo hat. Ningguang wrote and annotated the "Reconstruction Proposal of the Qun Yu Pavilion", and Zhu Sha unconsciously drew a plum blossom in the "Special Budget" column.

As the dusk stained the eaves, Xizhi's claws accidentally knocked over the golden shrimp ball. The golden color rolled down the black tiles, and the silver-gray fluff that exploded was like dandelions chasing in the wind, and the meat pads stepped on the glazed tiles and splashed tiny stars. Qianyan Jun looked up at the eaves, and saw the cloud-like cat shadow passing over the silk hanging in the sun, the claws had not yet dried, and the tail tip had already rolled up the shrimp ball and rushed into the dusk, leaving only ripples of clear bells shaking in the alley.

At the junction of the sea and the sky, the huge stone placed in the center of the Jade Capital Terrace quietly lit up. The copper bells on the eaves of the Hall of Rebirth moved without wind, and the twenty-seven clear sounds spread ripples, startling the lights of thousands of boats, which fell into the sea like a galaxy.