Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

The copper bells on the eaves swayed gently with the moist water vapor of Dihuazhou, and the clear sound melted into the gradually rising dusk. The purple clay teapot in Lin Huan's hand poured out an amber water line, and the tea smoke rose, dyeing the sky lights that lit up one after another outside the window into a hazy light ball. The misty water vapor was torn apart by the cold the moment the door opened - Yu Qing stepped in with the winter wind and snow, and the purple hem swept across the threshold. The fine snow particles fell to the ground, leaving dark water marks on the warm wooden floor. The ice crystal ribbon on his shoulder reflected the warm light in the room, and a few pieces of eternally frozen thunder cherry petals were embedded in it. As he trembled with his steps, the bitter fragrance of red cherry blossoms was exuded.

"Inazuma's bad debt is settled." The young executive flicked off the frost on his sleeves with his fingers, his voice carrying the unique cold texture of the North. He pushed a piece of gold-plated oil paper wrapped in an object to the center of the tea table. The paper package was sharp and angular, exuding the unique sweetness of winter frost candy, which was almost cold. "Your Majesty and the clown's face must be dealt with." Before the voice fell, the bamboo curtain was neatly lifted by the green spear tip, and the night wind swept a few strands of duckweed from the waterside into the room, brushing past the pile of crystal frost candy. Xiao's figure stood quietly at the door, and the Nuo mask was as quiet as an abyss under the interweaving light of light and dark.

Lightning flashed at Yu Qing's fingertips, and a miniature evil eye model that was so exquisite that it made people's heart palpitate was suspended in his palm, surrounded by purple lightning. "The doctor's precious laboratories blew up into the sky this morning--" He sneered, and there was no warmth in his icy blue eyes, "Unfortunately, it was not me who started the fire. The noise made by those mechanical guards when they short-circuited was more noisy and harsh than the scrapped bellows of the stepping sand." The lightning model silently dissipated between his fingers, leaving only a faint smell of ozone in the air.

Lin Huan's eyes passed over Yu Qing's slightly pale lips, and the teaspoon in his hand silently reached into the sugar jar, scooped up a spoonful of snow-white frost sugar, and handed it directly to his lips. "The snowfield in winter is too cold, warm it up first." Her voice was unquestionably gentle. Yu Qing was caught off guard, and his mouth was filled with cold and extreme sweetness. The choking taste rushed straight to his throat, causing a suppressed cough. He subconsciously reached out to grab the teacup, but his wrist was gently held by Lin Huan. Her wide sleeves with flowing rock patterns brushed across his wrist covered by the crimson purple sleeves, revealing a scene that made people's hearts sink - under the hideous scorch marks burned by lightning, the ice crystals condensed by the extreme cold of winter were greedily corroding the precise mechanical joints, and the boundary between ice and fire was blurred and cruel.

"The Queen's 'grace'?" Lin Huan gathered the power of rock elements as fine as star sand at his fingertips. Golden light flowed, outlining an ancient and complex protective golden pattern at the edge of the crack where ice and electricity intersected.

Yu Qing swallowed the bitterly sweet sugar in his mouth with difficulty, and the ice crystal ribbon glowed with a cold blue light as he moved. "The crystallized bone marrow temporarily sealed the remnants of the evil god..." He pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a trace of self-mockery, "It hurts a little, but at least I can live longer than those idiots like Inazuma who are waiting to die in the hot spring." The noise downstairs suddenly rose, and the soul-guiding lantern array of the Qianyan Army happened to pass under the window. The warm yellow river of light flowed in through the window lattice and gently flowed over the horrible wound on Yu Qing's wrist. Strangely, the winter ice that eroded the joints actually reflected colorful neon halos under the reflection of the warm light, making the hideous wound look almost weird. Almost at the same time, Xiao, who was standing quietly at the side, turned his head slightly, and turned his Nuo mask to the flowing river of light. The thick black fog of karma, as thick as ink, quietly retreated by three points in the warm light of the sky lantern.

"How can I repay a favor?" Lin Huan lowered her eyes. The amber warm current poured out of the purple clay teapot again. The tea smoke spread again, enveloping her eyebrows.

Yu Qing's fingers moved slightly, and a tiny lightning wedge was silently crushed, and the ice chips fell into the white almond tofu on the corner of the table. "At the bottom of the dungeon of the Winter Palace, there are frozen remains of several failed slice experiments of the doctor." He raised his eyes, and there was a faint flash of lightning in the depths of his ice-blue pupils, and his eyes fell on Lin Huan's calm profile. "The lady asked me if I want to pack it and send it to hang at the door of your Wangsheng Hall to ward off evil spirits." He paused, and lightly tapped his fingertips on the cold table, "I asked her to keep it as bait."

Tea smoke lingered, and the warm fragrance filled the air. A translucent ragdoll cat phantom silently leaped onto the corner of the table, sniffed the opened can of winter sugar with its pink nose, and deftly "stole" the remaining half can of sugar with its furry claws, leaving only barely visible fine white sugar grains on the table. Yu Qing's eyes followed the direction where the cat's shadow that had successfully stolen the sugar disappeared, and then slowly moved back to the profile of Lin Huan illuminated by the warm light of the sea lanterns, the lights dancing on her drooping eyelashes. After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke, with a barely perceptible, almost childish stubbornness in his voice: "Next year during the Lantern Festival, I want to eat Yuanxiao stuffed with golden shrimp balls."

The sky lanterns outside the window have risen higher, like countless warm stars that have escaped gravity, embellishing the deep night sky of Dihuazhou with brilliance, like a grand and gentle dream. The lights of Wangshu Inn are bright, and the laughter and noise can be heard faintly through the wooden floor, which is the background noise of the world's peace. The tea smoke is still curling, circling up and entwining, as if to gently wrap and melt all the wind and snow, the coldness, the swords and shadows, the hidden pain and the unfinished human feelings in this small world, leaving only the warm fragrance in this room and the bright starry sky outside the window, which is lit by countless prayer lanterns and belongs to Liyue.