Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 321 The Real Ridge

At the same time, the top floor of Wangshu Inn.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Mr. Zhongli, are you there? Something serious happened, get up quickly!"

An anxious call sounded, and Ying in a white dress and Paimon floating in the air slapped on the door at the same time, trying to wake up Zhongli who was resting in the house.

The girl was holding an irregular orange-red crystal in her hand, which was emitting a faint gleam.

Corresponding to it are the stars shining with elemental power in the sky behind the two women, and the Wangshu Inn with lit lanterns and noisy voices.

The merchants resting in the room were all awakened by the rainbow light coming from the immortals. The merchants and scholars on the top floor either leaned on the viewing platform and looked at the distant sky; or rushed downstairs to check the transported goods. .

The porters and smugglers living on the ground floor gathered together, clamoring and discussing, exchanging information with rumors.

"What are those meteors?"

"I seem to have heard the voice of Lord Tianquan."

"The fall of the emperor star, it's a big disaster..."

Wangshu Inn is too far away from Liyue Port, the imposing presence of immortals has not affected Dihuazhou, which is full of water, only the light of stars shining in the sky and the voice of welcoming immortals faintly spread here.

Huai An, the shopkeeper who came back from the shift, just fell asleep, and was immediately awakened by the movement in the inn. He ran out of the room in unlined clothes, and hurriedly pacified the guests with the waiter.

Only the boss, Phil Godette, stood neatly behind the counter, as if he had expected it, and answered all kinds of questions from passengers with a smile.

The knock on the door on the top floor echoed continuously, and Zhongli in the room was also woken up by Paimon's bluffing yelling.

Although God does not need to rest, Zhongli has long been in a semi-retired state. Older people pay great attention to health preservation, and so does he. He follows a fixed time for getting up and going to bed every day.

It's just that these few nights can be said to be the worst time for Zhongli to sleep.

First, Farmas and the alcoholic poet occupied his bed, then Dadalia who ran into his bed for no reason, and then there was the sleep time delayed by the trivial matters of delivering the fairy ceremony.

The Immortal came to Liyue Port, just as he wanted to take a good rest, the traveler came to the door as expected.

Zhong Li sat up from the big soft bed, responded to the room with a soft voice that had just woken up, then closed his golden eyes, sat on the bed for a long time, then slowly got up to light the rock lamp, and changed his clothes.

But after the call outside the room stopped for a short while, it turned into a banging on the door.

There was also Paimon's cheering and cheering voice.

"Come on, Ying."

"Come again, it will be smashed away!"

Zhong Li turned his back to the door, tied up his hair tie, and turned his head in surprise.

Why did this traveler from Mond knock on my door?
Was it because his response just now was too quiet, did the other party not hear it?

Zhongli just wanted to open his mouth to stop him, but the door lock he made couldn't withstand Ying's full impact, but it was broken by the girl holding a long sword in an instant, and Paimeng shouted anxiously: "Zhongli, Ying and I are here to save you!" Already!"

Hearing the worry in Little Floating Object's tone, Mr. Zhong could only sigh softly.

I slept soundly and nothing happened!

And Ying who rushed into the room suddenly opened her amber eyes wide.

In the dim yellow room, the candlelight lightly enveloped this Mr. Ke Qing, who is knowledgeable about the past and the present, and the warm-toned halo added a bit of gentleness.

But what doesn't match it is Zhongli's rock-shaped back, the massive muscles move with the pulling of the arms, and the waist is just right and strong, unlike the wildness that is typical of ordinary adult men, but more like Quaint sculpture made by a carver.

The man's arms were placed on the back of his head, as if he was arranging his braids, and the golden rock patterns spreading from his shoulders to his forearms made the opponent's figure more conspicuous.

Zhongli turned his head sideways, his emerald eyes looked even darker under the light, coupled with an indifferent expression, like a god on high.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhongli, who is usually gentle and polite, has such a good figure.

"Mr. Zhongli... I'm sorry, I didn't see anything!"

Ying's cheeks were stained with a little blush, she immediately retracted her sword in embarrassment, and raised her hand to cover her eyes.

"So does Paimon."

The little guy covered his eyes like a girl, but his fingers secretly opened betrayed his thoughts.

Paimeng, who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, just wanted to continue to sigh, but was immediately covered by the blushing Ying, and left the room as if fleeing.

Zhongli changed his clothes as usual, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

In Mr. Zhong's unique way of thinking, although it is rude for a traveler to break into someone's residence, it is not intentionally offensive.

When he changed his clothes and walked out of the room, the stars in the sky had already descended on Qunyu Pavilion.

The girl and Paimon stood on the viewing platform that originally belonged to Shangxian, leaning on the guardrail, looking worriedly in the direction of Liyue Port.

The supposedly gray sky was illuminated by colorful elemental forces, rendering an aurora-like color.

A faint golden light bloomed in the sky, as if fighting against the threat from the sky.

"Zhongli, look at the sky!"

Familiar footsteps came from behind, and before Ying could turn her head, Paimon flew to her side and pointed towards the sky.

She and Paimon slept soundly. First, she was awakened by the sudden strange fire light, and then she was awakened by the movement of falling meteors. When she was putting on her clothes, she found warm red crystals on the table.

After thinking for a while, Ying went to find Famas next door, but the other's room was already empty.

"Those stars are immortals among the clouds."

Zhongli's serious and steady voice came, unraveling the little floating object's doubts.

No wonder the colors of these stars look so familiar.

"The immortals... are you going to join hands with Seven Star to investigate the truth?"

The girl clenched the fragment in her hand, and asked Zhongli in an uncertain tone.

Paimon puffed up half of his cheeks, and complained angrily: "Breaking into the city while everyone is sleeping, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't mean to have a good discussion, right?"

Zhong Li supported his chin and pondered for a moment, as if agreeing with Paimon's idea, he nodded.

"With the nature of all the immortals, it is not easy to bear the shock of the emperor's death."

"The ceremony of sending off immortals is coming soon, but Qi Xing failed to find out the truth of the incident. It is not surprising that the immortals of Jue Yun are coming aggressively."

Zhong Li stepped forward unhurriedly, standing on the viewing platform, looking at the businessmen running around to tell each other under the Wangshu Inn, his gaze was warm and far away.

Compared with Mr. Zhong's laid-back attitude, Yingke was much more nervous.

Combining Jueyunjian's experience of inviting immortals and her conversation with Ningguang on Qunyu Pavilion, the girl always felt that there was something hidden about the murder of the emperor.

If the Immortals and the Liyue Seven Stars clash, then the Fools will inevitably become the biggest beneficiaries of this incident.

What's more, the ceremony of sending the immortals could not be held on time, and Ying could not see the ancestor Fashui.

"We must go back to Liyue Port!"

Thinking of the strange gods above the sky, the traveler's eyes suddenly became firm, he raised his hand and grabbed Zhongli's wrist, and ran downstairs along the nine-curved corridor, taking the leisurely emperor a stagger.

"Ying, Zhongli...wait for me!"

Paimon watched the two run away helplessly, and when he came to his senses, he stomped his feet in anger and hurriedly chased the two downstairs.

The three of them hurried to Liyue Port, and in Qingce Village not far from the inn, on the highest terraced fields, scattered fires had already been lit.

Ordinary people only think that it is the lights of Wanjia in Qingce Village, but Huai An, the innkeeper, recognizes at a glance that those lights are beacons used by the Qianyan Army to transmit signals during the war years.

(End of this chapter)