Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

As dusk fell over Inazuma Castle, the scent of glazed lilies and the lingering thunderstorm vapor intertwined into a damp web. The ragdoll cat's snow-white claws were still stained with gold paint scraped off the castle tower's floor tiles, like a few crushed stars. When the pair of hands wearing purple armor wrapped around it from behind, the fur on the cat's back suddenly stood up, and then slowly calmed down after smelling the familiar scent of thunder cherry - Yae Shinko's chin gently rested between the cat's ears, and the scarlet cherry embroidery thread from the priestess's sleeves just happened to entangle the unhealed scar on its neck.

"Did sister cat get what she wanted?" The breath of the Son of God blew the fur on the tip of its ear, and the tone of his voice was three times sweeter than the filling of the tri-color dumplings. The fading sunset was reflected in the glass-like pupils of the puppet cat, and the golden light floating on the sea surface looked like spicy almond tofu that someone had spilled.

Lin Huan did not respond immediately. She extended her pink tongue and licked her front paws slowly. There was still a half-piece of the lady's ice crystal mask between the pads. When the salty sea breeze passed over the tip of her tongue, she suddenly remembered the stormy night four hundred years ago - Niwa's blood mixed with the ash from the furnace of the stepping sand condensed on her strings, and at this moment, the ice crystals under her paws were melting in the same way. Shenzi didn't know when a mint candy appeared on his fingertips, and the rustling sound of the candy wrapper made the cat's ears tremble unconsciously.

"Sister, you asked the wrong person." The ragdoll cat finally spoke, his voice a little thicker than usual, but his tail slapped the Son of God's triple thunder belt dangerously, "There are only greedy cats who steal tofu here, how can they get what they want?"

The son of God suddenly grabbed the back of its neck and lifted it up to his eyes. This angle of view allowed Lin Huan to see the new platycodon hairpin in the witch's hair. Where the pistil should be, there was a grain of gilded sand from the abyss of rock embedded in it. It was the farewell gift she gave to Niwa's daughter, Xiaokui, before she left. The sea breeze suddenly became sharp, and the cat's azure right eye was filled with a halo of rock elements, while the left eye still retained the innocence and clarity of a ragdoll cat.

"You used my shrine as a cover to plot against the general, you allowed the puppet to spread the news of the Heart of God everywhere, and you turned a blind eye to the lady..." The Son of God scratched the cat's nose with a candy wrapper, "Now you won't even tell your sister the truth?" A cluster of fox fire suddenly shot out from her fingertips, and the appearance of Lin Huan in human form emerged in the flames: a woman in green standing on the ruins of the Evil Eye Factory, pressing the lady's broken mask into the wound on her neck.

The ragdoll cat suddenly broke free of its shackles and jumped onto the torii gate. It squatted in the shadow of the vermilion horizontal bar, with its tail wrapped around its front paws, imitating the thunder-patterned tiles on the eaves of the castle tower. The sound of festival drums came from afar, and the moment fireworks exploded in its vertical pupils, Lin Huan's voice suddenly lost its disguise: "Rosaline refused to be pitied and redeemed, and what I want is not redemption at all."

When the first firework fell, the cat's shadow stretched out in the interweaving of light and shadow. When Shen Zi squinted her eyes to adjust to the strong light, she found an open account book on her knees - it was the list of victims of the evil eye that Ying presented to the general, but the blank spaces were filled with tiny words. She recognized that it was Lin Huan's handwriting from four hundred years ago, recording the nursery rhymes sung by the stratum miners before their death. The ink on the latest page was not yet dry: "I am willing to exchange the scales of the blue dragon for the world's Chang'an" was crossed out and replaced with the word "pain".

"You see, we are all deceiving ourselves." Lin Huan's humanoid shadow rose from the account book, and the blood in his hair turned purple and black when it bloomed to its fullest. "You said you would protect the eternity of Inazuma, but you let the three officials rot; I swore to end the suffering, but I didn't even dare to touch Yu Qing's mechanical arm." The shadow's fingertips brushed across the fox mask embroidered on the Son of God's clothes. "After all, touching old wounds...will hurt."

Shenzi suddenly pushed the entire account book into the sea. As the waves splashed, countless butterflies made of rock elements flew out from the pages, each with the name of the evil eye victim engraved on its wings. They flew around the ragdoll cat and finally gathered into the shape of the forging hammer that Niwa used back then.

"It's right that it hurts." Shen Zi grabbed the cat's tail and tied a complicated knot, just like tying the ribbon of Kagura's bell. "If even an old stone like you can't feel the pain..." She suddenly buried her face in the fluffy cat fur, and her voice was so muffled that it seemed to come from far away. "Aren't Ying and I even more ridiculous?"

The ragdoll cat froze in place. It heard the frequency of the son of God's heartbeat synchronized with Yu Qing's mechanical core in the evil eye factory, and its claws pierced the cloth on the shoulders of the miko without knowing when. The sea breeze brought the singing from the direction of the island. It was Manye's best friend teaching the children to sing the tea-picking ballad of Liyue - in the off-tune melody, the lullaby that Niwa used to coax Qing Qizhe to sleep four hundred years ago was faintly heard.

Lin Huan suddenly changed back to human form. The woman in green was kneeling on the edge of the tide, holding a fluffy cat toy in her arms, which she had brought from Kamisato's house. The son of God picked up half a petal of the blood lily from her hair and put it in his mouth, but he tasted the sourness of pickled plums.

"What I want..." Lin Huan pressed the cat doll's claws on the scar on her neck, "is to prove that the pain is meaningful." The rock elements gathered on her fingertips illuminated the space between the two of them. In the light and shadow, the figure of the lady humming Mond folk songs in the torment of ice and fire emerged, "Look, even Rosaline remembers..."

The Son of God suddenly bit through the blood lily. As the fishy-sweet juice slid down her throat, she saw that what was reflected in Lin Huan's eyes was not the Inazuma Castle at the moment, but the deep rock abyss - at the moment when the Yaksha Nuo mask shattered, the young immortal had not yet finished writing the word "wish" carved on the ground vein with the tip of his spear.

"Silly child." Shen Zi stuffed the mint candy into the cat doll's mouth. The Yaedo logo on the candy wrapper just covered the tear marks on the doll's right eye. "Next time, just come to the Naruto Taisha to steal fried tofu. Don't always gamble with your life." When she stood up, she dropped a light novel proof that was soaked in sea water. The title "Reincarnation as a Thunder General and Become Invincible in the World" was burned with several small holes by Lin Huan's rock element, and the words that came out were: "The cruelest tenderness of eternity is to allow everything to have scars."

The ragdoll cat suddenly shook its ears. When the Son of God turned around, he saw Lin Huan holding it and walking towards the moon rising on the horizon. The hem of his blue shirt was wetted by the waves and turned dark, like dragging an unhealed wound.