Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 242

When Ying and Paimeng hurried through the crowd at Feiyunpo, Famas had already leaned against the stone railing of Yujing Terrace, looking at Liyue Port City below.

After the emperor was killed, everything in Yujingtai was silent, and all activities related to sacrifices were stopped.

The age of gods alternates with the age of humans, and as one of the seven gods, Emperor Yanwang ended his eternal life by feigning death, and now begins his retirement life as a human being.

From then on, Liyue no longer relied on the gifts of the gods, but used her own strength to walk out a path that belonged to them alone.

Famas has a strange feeling, like watching other people's children grow up, while his own country of fire falls into a bottomless abyss.

And the strange call that came up last night.

He didn't think those voices about the call for war were auditory hallucinations. He was also a demon god after all.

But if I hadn't heard it wrong, who would have greeted me in the leylines?
As if he was exhausted, Famas was lying on the side of the stone fence inlaid with white jade. The not too hot sunlight in the morning cast a layer of warm light on the boy's red and white head.

"Look, dear...Famas is there!"

Farmas, who was lost in thought, was about to bask in the sun on the Yujing Terrace, when Paimeng's immature and noisy voice and Ying's heavy breathing came from his ears.

Seeing the girl dripping with sweat, she obviously got up late. In order to hurry up, she climbed up from the rock wall under Yujing Terrace. After all, not everyone is as strong as Ying, and stepping on the roof is like drinking As natural as water.

"Good morning."

Looking up at the blue sky above, Famas nodded.

"Let's go and find that grandma Ping."

Famas took Ying and went straight to find Grandma Ping who was admiring the flowers beside the rockery.

The old woman was gray-haired, with wrinkled face, heavy nasolabial folds, hunched over and wrestling her hands.

Although she is already a maiden with snow on her temples and frost, with the afterglow of the twilight, Grandma Ping still smiles at passers-by, kindly and kindly, but the old man seems to be sighing at a glass lily.

"Hello, are you Grandma Ping?"

With his back to Grandma Ping, Paimon cautiously stepped forward to say hello.

"Yes...Young man, do you want some tea?"

Grandma Ping, who was admiring the flowers, turned around slowly, subconsciously picked up the kettle on the side, and poured tea for the visitor. When her kind eyes swept over Famas, the teapot in her hand suddenly shook.

"Ahem, Grandma Ping, I'm Paimon, and this is Ying and Farmas."

"We want to borrow the dust-cleaning bell from you."

Seeing that Grandma Ping's hands were shaking violently, Paimon kindly took the teapot and explained in a low voice.

"Dust cleaning bell? What are you using it for?"

Grandma Ping was not surprised, she seemed to know the intentions of the three of them, she just asked symbolically.

"It's used in the gift ceremony, so I would like to trouble you to borrow it temporarily."

Farmas said to the slightly restrained Grandma Ping with a smile.

He remembered that this immortal called Grandma Ping was one of the first immortals to follow Morax in the battle. Counting his seniority, he probably lived longer than Liuyun borrowed the wind and several Yashas.

Only demon gods can last forever, even immortals will age one day, but most immortals don't want to show their old appearance, and only want their appearance to stay at the most youthful moment.

Not to mention the coexistence of humans and gods in Liyue, and the thinking concepts of the immortals are also influenced by mortals, and they are contaminated with more fireworks.

"Oh, that old object... I remember, it is indeed here, but my old lady can't remember exactly where it is placed."

"It was a gadget hidden by an old friend when I was young... He saw that I was always looking at me helplessly, so he gave me the bell, but he told me back then that if someone came to borrow it in the future I can't bear to part with this bell."

"It's been so many years, and this bell has been borrowed many times, but I don't know when, no one has borrowed this bell for a long time."

The three-eyed and five-manifested immortal in Liyue's mouth had already held a ceremony to send the immortals away, and he was hidden from the world. Although he heard the rumors of the emperor's assassination, the old man who knew the true strength of Morax naturally didn't believe it, and now there are strangers looking for him. She, borrow the dust-cleaning bell.

Grandma Ping immediately realized that these things should be ordered by the emperor.

It's just... what's going on with this young man in red?

How is it somewhat similar to the Munata tyrant recorded in the secret history books?
Listening to the story told by Grandma Ping, Paimeng and Ying bowed their heads unconsciously. Although the story did not emphasize the parting sentiment too much, every time the dust-cleaning bell is used, it means that a fairy will be sent away.

Now the most trusted rock king of the Liyue people has also left.

Grandma Ping realized that she had said a lot of useless words, and sighed: "Forget it, it's all about old sesame seeds and rotten millet. If I want to help you find it, it may be very slow. I'm afraid you won't be able to wait." ..."

"We'll just do it ourselves."

Seeing that Grandma Ping moves slowly, she feels like she is dying, and it is an object that they want to borrow from the elderly. If the owner finds it by herself, I always feel a little sorry.

As long as they know roughly where they are, they can do it themselves.

Even if you can't find it, isn't there Famas?As a Demon God, finding things is not a problem, is it?

"Yes, mother-in-law, we will accompany you home, and then we will look for it by ourselves, and we can also help you clean up the house."

Paimon folded his hips and said with an expression that he was about to praise me.

Free labor is a bit of a disadvantage, but it can be regarded as helping others, so we can't care too much about it.

Grandma Ping saw that the two girls were well-behaved and sensible, embarked on the journey at a young age, and was busy working hard to deliver the fairy ceremony. Compared with other people, she respected the gods more, and she admired them in her heart.

"Okay, children, I didn't put the bell too far, so don't worry too much."

"Hey, mother-in-law, is your house near here? Wow! This is Yujingtai, really rich..."

Paimon mistakenly thought that Grandma Ping's home was nearby, and covered his mouth in surprise.

This is Yujing Terrace, where every inch of land is expensive, and the land price is second only to Qunyu Pavilion in the sky, not to mention the real estate near Yujing Terrace, which is worth hundreds of millions of Mora.

Grandma Ping turned out to be the legendary invisible rich woman.

"Hehe, my old lady can't afford a house in the city."

Looking at Xiao Pai's envious eyes, Grandma Ping happily shook her head.

"Look at this pot, all my belongings are in it."

Grandma Ping turned to the teapot she had just put down.

It was only then that Ying and Little Paimon noticed that the teapot was carved with a beautiful picture of lotus flowers in a pond, which looked quite ancient and expensive.

"All the belongings?"

Paimon didn't understand what was going on. Did Grandma Ping only have a teapot?
"How about... Paimon go in and have a look?"

Famas finally found the reason, gestured to compare the size of the spout with his hands, and then moved to Paimon's head, couldn't help but teased.

"I can't get in! No matter what you think, I can't get in, right? And why do you want me to go in? Open the lid and see if it's all right!?"

Seeing Farmas' actions, Paimeng pouted in horror, and hurriedly hid behind Ying, fearing that the boy in red would really stuff her into the pot.

(End of this chapter)