Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Dusk completely swallowed up the last rays of sunshine, and the thousands of lights in Liyue Harbor lit up one after another, outlining the winding streets and rows of buildings into a galaxy with a warm orange halo. Zhongli held the silver-gray, fluffy ball of fur and walked steadily on the stone road of Feiyunpo. The dark sleeves brushed against the bluestone without being stained by the slightest dust. Xizhi curled up in his arms, and the iconic silver-gray tip of his tail, as if kissed by the moonlight, swayed gently with his steps. Her small head rested in her solid arms, and her glass-like vertical pupils were strangely half-closed at this moment, revealing a kind of calmness that was not supposed to be possessed by cats, and she could see through the world. The tiny purring sound vibrated steadily in her chest, with a kind of childlike complete trust. The Emperor's fingertips occasionally brushed the soft fur behind her ears, and the movement was gentle and careful.

However, when Zhongli was about to turn into the quiet alley leading to Changsheng Hall, the warm ball of fur in his arms suddenly tensed.

It was no longer a comfortable gurgling, but a subtle but unignorable anxiety. The silver-gray, softly barbed little tongue unconsciously licked the pink nose tip, and then the furry little head suddenly lifted up, and the glass-colored vertical pupils suddenly opened wide under the halo of the street corner lantern, clearly reflecting the emperor's calm face and the brightly lit port behind him. A very light, hooked whimper came from the throat, no longer lazy, but more like an urgent call.

"Meow..." The voice had a unique hoarse tone.

Zhongli paused. He lowered his eyes, and his gilded pupils met the cat's eyes that were close at hand and filled with stubborn concern. His gaze was like being pulled by an invisible thread, firmly locked on the mountains shrouded in the night outside the port - the direction of the Golden House, where the reconstruction site of the Qun Yu Pavilion was located. He did not stop or ask, but quietly loosened his arms.

Xizhi's reaction was as fast as lightning! The silver-gray figure was like an arrow shot from a bow, with unquestionable determination, lightly and without any nostalgia, breaking free from the reassuring warm arms. Four pads of flesh covered with fine silver-gray hair fell silently on the slightly cool stone road. She didn't even run away immediately, but turned around suddenly, raised her small body high, and rubbed the hem of Zhongli's black robe hanging by his side with her warm cheeks and soft and fluffy side face with a unique silver-gray luster, with full attachment. The force was so great that the fine fabric was clearly dented, and several silver-gray hairs that shone like the moonlight fell off.

"Wulululu..." The sound was drawn out, with a hoarse and lingering aftertaste that was unique to Xizhi.

After rubbing, she no longer hesitated. The silver-gray figure suddenly turned into a stream of light close to the ground, so fast that only a blurred afterimage was left on the stone road. The soft claws stepped on the cracks of the bluestone, carrying the coolness of the night dew, lightly jumped onto the low wall, and rushed along the undulating shadows of the roof ridge, towards the edge of the port with dim lights, and towards the foothills of Tianheng Mountain that sank into the dark night. The night wind violently lifted her fluffy silver-gray long hair, and the iconic silver-gray tip of the tail drew a swift and firm trajectory in the darkness, like a meteor tearing through the night, and resolutely threw it into the unknown distance.

Near the Golden House, the reconstruction site of the Jade Pavilion was like a dormant steel giant, breathing silently under the deep blue night. The huge floating stone base was cold and hard blue-gray, and the unfinished steel skeleton cut through the thin starlight, casting ferocious claws. The shouts and roars in the daytime had long been silent, and only the whimpering of the night wind passing through the cracks in the steel was like the suppressed sigh of the giant. The air was filled with the salty smell of seawater, the smell of rust after the metal cooled, and the smell of damp and cold wood.

There is a simple inn built on the mountainside next to the construction site. Through one of the wooden windows facing the mountain, a warm and steady candlelight shines through. Surrounded by cold steel and rocks, it stubbornly holds up a small island of warmth.

Shen He stood quietly in front of the window without turning on the lights. The cold moonlight outlined her slightly thin back. She spread out her palms, and a small bronze bell that had long lost its luster and had severely worn edges lay quietly. It was the only relic left by her father, and it felt cold against her skin. The chill from driving the huge floating stone through the biting mountain wind during the day seemed to still linger on her shoulders, blowing the red rope that tied her hair slightly, making the room even quieter. Her eyes, like an ice lake, reflected the dark night outside the window. The desolate outline of the old village of Tianheng Mountain, which she glimpsed through the mountain mist during the day, was like cold ink, silently spreading in her eyes.

at this time.

A silver-gray stream of light, so fast that it almost blended into the night wind, silently slid down from the deepest dark corner of the eaves of the inn, and landed precisely and lightly on the slightly open window frame of Shen He's room. The meat pad covered with fine silver-gray hair stepped on the rough wooden frame without making any sound.

Shen He's fingers holding the bell tightened for a moment, almost imperceptibly, and the cold metal edge sank deeper into her palm. She did not turn around immediately, but from the corner of her eye, she clearly caught the familiar silver-gray figure with a unique moonlight luster under the moonlight on the window frame.

Xizhi's silver-gray fluffy figure lightly jumped off the windowsill. It didn't even look around vigilantly like an ordinary wild cat, but took silent and swift small steps with a sense of familiarity and unquestionable belonging, and walked straight towards Shen He standing quietly by the window with a clear goal.

The soft, fluffy, silver-gray long hair with a slight coolness from the night dew gently brushed across Shen He's drooping, slightly cold fingertips. Then, the furry little head was raised high, and the warm nose tip, with a moist breath and the faint rock elemental aura that belonged to Xizhi, tentatively but firmly touched the back of Shen He's hand holding the bell. Then, without waiting for Shen He to react, the small body with amazing power showed unparalleled dexterity. The hind legs kicked hard on the rough wooden floor, and the front paws accurately touched the white hem of Shen He's clothes embroidered with light blue cloud patterns, and used the force to lightly jump!

When the silver-grey figure pounced on her, Shen He's body tensed up slightly. It was not a resistance, but more like a touch of a familiar breath suddenly hitting her heart. She instinctively and naturally lowered her shoulders slightly, making a perfect landing point for the silver-grey warmth.

Xizhi climbed onto Shenhe's slightly thin shoulders very smoothly. He first stepped on it with his paws out of habit, adjusted his posture, and made sure that his fluffy body could "perch" comfortably. Then, he lowered his head, and with his warm and soft cheeks and ear tips covered with fine silver-gray fur, he gently and repeatedly rubbed Shenhe's cold neck and temples with a few strands of silver-white hair, with a kind of tenderness and unquestionable intimacy that was almost like an elder comforting a younger one. The action was full of silent companionship and comfort. The soft fur brushed across the sensitive skin, bringing a subtle but heart-touching itch and warmth, diluting the frozen depression.

Shen He finally slowly and completely loosened her hand holding the bell. The cold bronze bell slipped silently and fell into the deep of her wide sleeve pocket, gently wrapped by the soft cloth. She still did not turn her head to look at the furry group on her shoulder that exuded a familiar warmth and reassuring atmosphere, but the tight jawline, like ice sculpture, quietly melted into a few imperceptible soft curves under the moonlight pouring in from the window.

She raised one hand, the movement was extremely natural, as if she was just brushing away the non-existent dust on her shoulders. But the back of her finger, with an unconscious intimacy and indulgence, very lightly, like touching fragile morning dew, touched the warm and soft front paw of the cat hanging on her collarbone, covered with silver-gray fine hair.

Xizhi immediately let out a series of clearer, deeper and more satisfied gurgling sounds from his throat, like an ancient rock humming in the moonlight. He even adjusted his posture comfortably, pressing his furry little head closer to Shenhe's neck, seeking the cold but reassuring support. The fluffy silver-gray long tail naturally fell from Shenhe's shoulders, and the iconic silver-gray tip of the tail swayed slightly in the dim light, like a small, warm lamp that only belonged here and burned silently.

Outside the window, the huge steel shadow of the Qun Yu Pavilion construction site stood silently in the deep night, and the night wind whimpered through the valley with a long and lonely sound. Inside the house, the candlelight burned quietly, casting a quiet and warm silhouette of a person and a cat snuggling on the mottled wall. There were no words, no more movements, only the low and continuous purring sound like the pulse of the earth, and Shen He's gradually becoming steady and long breathing, interweaving in this simple inn room into a furry, extremely solid and peaceful harbor that isolated the cold night and the heavy past.