Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

As the dusk soaked through the island pier like rouge, Yu Qing's thunder wedge was carving an ice-patterned teaspoon. The sound of the gears of the mechanical pocket watch in winter crushed the waves, startling the remaining petals of thunder cherry blossoms suspended in the glass cup - that was the "Ming Shen Chun Xue" specially provided by the Eightfold God's Son, which stretched out its gilded veins when it was heated, just like the thunder fragments cut off by the general's naginata.

The moment the camphor door was knocked open by the salty sea breeze, Ying's sword tassel swept down the eaves and startled the birds. Paimeng held half a tri-color dumpling and huddled in the traveler's shadow, but Yu Qing had already pushed the ice glaze tea cup to the table: "Try the winter cedar black tea, which is paired with the first harvest osmanthus honey from Qingce Village."

The tea soup rippled the three-dimensional projection of the Tianling Magistrate's Mansion, and the red dot of the dark pavilion flickered with the rise and fall of the tide. "Beidou's ship docked at three o'clock." The executive officer's fingertips passed over the holographic image, and the frost pattern climbed along the outer wall of the Magistrate's Mansion. "When the tide flooded over the second cloud pattern of the bluestone steps, there was a gap of seventeen seconds for the guards to change shifts - just enough time to cut through the three-inch thick Fontaine safe."

Ying's sword cut through the tea smoke, and the cold light reflected the iron flower pendant on Yu Qing's neck: "Price?"

"You're so nervous." The puppet suddenly opened the pocket watch's secret compartment, and Niwa's handwritten notes on sword-forging fell onto the table. The specimen of glazed lily sandwiched between the pages glowed faintly. "I just want the cherry blossoms in front of my deceased friend's grave to bloom more beautifully than the smoke of gunpowder in the evil eye factory."

The paper window was suddenly broken, and mechanical crows carrying winter orders flew like snowflakes. Each killing order was printed with the lady's ice crystal emblem, but when it was burned, the cracks of the private seal were exposed. "You tampered with the Queen's order." The tip of the glowing sword picked up the fragments, and the flames licked the place where the Fatui's secret code appeared.

"Tampering?" Yu Qing tore open his clothes, and the winter mark on his collarbone glowed blue. "Her Majesty is happy to see the executive officers... show their talents." He dipped his hand in tea to draw a sea chart, and the projections of ten winter warships emerged on the surface. "For example, let the lady's adjutant take the "Winter" back to Talingsha - the evil beast that rammed and sank the Liyue merchant ship."

Paimon suddenly pointed at the ship number and screamed, "It's this! Xiangling said it was the bastard who smashed the fish tank of the Wanmintang!"

The lightning wedge suddenly pierced through the projection of the steam valve of the "Winter": "So we need a beautiful mechanical failure." The ice pattern on Yu Qing's fingertips spread to the bottom of the tea table, and the final return array etched on it glowed with the dark light of the earth veins. "Do you know why the evil eye factory is always built in the thunderstorm area? This is the method of the Boyang Sect four hundred years ago - using heavenly thunder to cleanse the remnants of the evil gods."

Ying's sword cut through the hidden compartments, and boxes of Evil Eye destruction reports poured out. The burn marks on the edges of each document were like tear marks, and Yu Qing's personal seal pressed against the lady's ice crystal badge. "Half a year ago, she almost melted through the Fontaine border to destroy defective products." He stroked a page of the Xingluo Lake explosion record, "Fortunately, I cut off the energy core."

Paimon suddenly discovered a note: "The night the experiment ended...you went to Mondstadt?!"

"It's just to look after a lost cat for an old friend." Yu Qing pushed the almond tofu to the elf, and the plum blossoms made of icing sugar matched the pattern of Grandma Ping's glass cup. When the embers of the tea stove rose, he suddenly threw out the Heart of God Box, and the Liyue rock pattern and the Inazuma lightning locked on the box surface: "Please pass it on to the Eightfold Palace Master - the winter snow can't revive the divine cherry after all."

The moment Ying caught the box, the pocket watch burst into a strong light. In the holographic image, the Tianling Fengxing Dark Chamber was slowly opening, revealing the gilded cover of "The Secret Record of the Execution of the Eye Hunting Order". "Leave now to catch the most exciting chapter." Yu Qing's cloak extinguished the last lamp, "If you meet the lady..."

In the darkness, the iron flower pendant glowed orange-red, just like the fire of the Tadashi forge four hundred years ago: "Tell her that the children of Tadashi grew glass lilies in the ruins."

When Ying leaped into the night, Yu Qing was carving ice crystal cherry blossoms. The ashes of the Winter Order fell into the teacup and were molded into a walnut-shaped candy man. "Lin Huan is right." He chuckled into the void, "Spicy rice cakes are indeed more suitable for torture than red cherry cakes." A mechanical bird flew over the sea with a Liyue candy wrapper in its beak, and the steam valve of the "Winter" was cracking in the sound of the waves.

As the moonlight flooded the tea table, Niwa's notes suddenly appeared: under the starry sky four hundred years ago, the moment when the young craftsman put the iron flower on the curious person perfectly overlapped with the faint light of the pendant on the neck of the executive officer at this moment. Yu Qing's mechanical fingers stroked the holographic chart, and the route of the "Winter" was cut off by the cracks in the ice glaze: "Some ships sink sooner..." The thunder wedge pierced the projection of the ship's keel, "The singing on the lifeboat is more beautiful."

--Ding.

A half-thunder cherry amulet popped out from the pocket watch's secret compartment, and Yu Qing tied it to the joint of the mechanical arm. The thunder of Bayun Island suddenly penetrated the clouds, and in his gilded pupils, he reflected the phantom of Lin Huan stepping on the star sand. The blood chrysanthemum in the immortal's hair blossomed to its fullest, and the tip of the petal condensed the broken ice crystal mask of the lady.

"It's time to close the net." He raised his cup to the void, and the ice-patterned teaspoon stirred the starlight in the room.