Genshin Impact, I'm Slime
Chapter 400 Let's start a new adventure!
"Cracker, hurry up!"
"This pot of food will be ready soon, put the bowl out quickly."
The north wharf of Liyue Port, which was razed to the ground, has set up supports. The young chef Xiang Ling and Master Mao from Wanmintang flipped the spatulas and cooked them over high heat. hands of the people.
The ancestral kitchen of Wanmintang was also temporarily moved to a simple shed next to Bubulu, so that the soldiers of the Qianyan Army who were being treated here could have steaming hot meals.
After all, only the dead are resurrected, and the number of wounded in this war is even greater.
Not far from the bustling Xiangling, Bai Shu and Qi Qi were spinning like tops.
As a doctor, Bai Zhu took on the responsibility of treating the wounded, and Qiqi and the pharmacist Agui served as his assistants to fetch and boil the medicine for him. Chongyun took Xingqiu out to help gather the medicine, and now he hurriedly carried the Two big baskets of herbs arrived one after another.
At this time, the people of Liyue realized how superb the medical skills of this Mr. Bai who always likes to claim good medicine is bitter.
The strong medicinal fragrance permeated Bu Bulu, and a large amount of trauma medicine was quickly prepared and distributed to patients with lesser injuries.
A small number of seriously injured people are taken care of by Bai Zhu himself, the faint grass element is shining, and Bai Shu's special medicine may not be able to save the dead, but it is enough to heal the injured's severed limbs and regenerate the bones.
There are three thousand diseases in life and old age, where can I ask a doctor?
"Doctor Bai, it really hurts...can you prescribe me some more numbing medicine..."
The soldier of the Qianyan Army receiving treatment was injured when he was fighting the crowd of fools. The bullet from the guerrillas hit his arm. At this moment, Bai Shu was holding the alloy tweezers and surgical instruments imported from Fontaine, and was taking out the iron with precision and elegance. gun bullets.
"It's a medicine that is three-point poisonous, not to mention that the quantity of this medicine is limited, if you use one part more, others will use one part less."
The wounded soldier was dripping with pain, gritted his teeth and persisted.
The amount of medicine given by Atractylodes is also just right, although there is some pain, it will not cause fainting, so it is easy to determine whether the affected area has been cleaned up from the injured person's reaction.
"It's not as good as those brothers who died in battle... resurrected without pain."
In less than half a cup of tea, Bai Shu quickly completed the operation and wrapped up the wound for the soldier of the Qianyan Army.
But when he heard the other party's unintentional muttering to himself, Bai Shu's complexion suddenly darkened, and there was a cold light in the snake's pupils, as if the snake and python in Liyue's folklore had become spirits.
"How dare you take life and death so lightly?!"
The always smiling Bai Zhu suddenly got angry, and the Chang Sheng wrapped around his neck was uneasy voicing a message. For some reason, this little snake who was usually talkative was surprisingly quiet at this moment, looking like an ordinary little snake. Snakes are no different.
"you……"
Hearing this, the soldier who had just been treated was obviously taken aback. He didn't know why this miracle doctor, who was praised by everyone in Liyue, suddenly got angry at him.
Perhaps because he realized his gaffe, Bai Zhu was silent for a moment, then wiped his hands with a handkerchief, the breeze was blowing, and the flickering candlelight reflected on Bai Shu's pale face. There was a rare bit of self-mockery.
"There is great terror between life and death..."
"You may not understand that what some people desire most is to be able to run and jump normally like ordinary people."
Baizhu's physical condition is extremely poor, and she often goes back to her residence to adjust her breath and rest after her consultation.
Many people in Liyue know about this matter, but no one knows what is wrong with Bai Shu, and no one cares about it.
After all, who made him a physician?
"Mr. Bai, Qiqi has boiled the medicine..."
When the atmosphere in Bu Bu Lu was stagnant, a little zombie walked in with his head shaking, holding a large bowl of medicinal soup. The yellow paper order on his forehead swayed with the movement, and the protective beads on his chest complemented each other with the bright light. The chubby little face is extremely cute.
It's just that the little zombie didn't have any expression on his face, like solid ice that had frozen long ago.
"Is Mr. Bai busy...Qiqi went to find Ah Gui..."
Qiqi was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere, and the zombie's instinct made her turn around quickly, ready to leave this place of right and wrong.
"Wait a minute, Qiqi."
"Distribute the medicinal soup to the patients whose wounds have been treated according to the ratio prepared in advance."
Bai Shu returned to her usual smiling appearance, as if the conflict just now hadn't happened, and continued to treat the next injured person seeking medical treatment.
Then Agui, who came to get the medicine, carried the medicine basket on his back. After taking the medicinal materials from the medicine cabinet, he went straight to the window and pushed open the carved grille.
The cool evening wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers blows towards us in an instant, and the melodious sounds of opera and music float in the air. It is Yun Jin and Xin Yan who are jointly holding an inspiring street performance.
War is cruel, let alone such a battle of gods that changes the world.
But now Liyue has begun to show his inexhaustible majestic vitality.
The Hall of Resurrection is also full of people, but not all the clients who come to ask questions have relatives who have passed away at home, and more people want to ask relatives who died in the war and whether they have been resurrected.
Although Ningguang issued a notice, declaring that with the help of a certain god, the soldiers and common people who died in the Liyue defense battle could all be reborn, but the specific number and list have not yet been announced.
The Tianquan star was already busy, and ordinary people naturally did not have access to Ningguang's channels, and the only place in Liyue Harbor that could be linked to matters of life and death was the Hall of Rebirth.
However, these common people who came to inquire were turned away by Zhongli with the excuse that "the hall master has gone to Wuwangpo to investigate, everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient".
Zhongli did not deceive these anxious residents either.
After the dust settled in Liyue, the retired Mr. Zhong took the travelers back to the Hall of Death, woke up Hu Tao who was sleeping in the boudoir, and explained to her what happened to Liyue recently.
Walnut, who had just woken up from a dream, with water stains on the corners of his mouth, listened to Zhongli's narration with a blank expression, and Paimeng and Traveler added details from time to time. Liyue has passed all the crises safely.
"Famas, resurrection...Munata soldiers...the border of life and death..."
Hu Tao sat curled up on the bed, stretched out her hands to hug her white legs, stared at her black Koudan toes with plum blossom eyes, and muttered to herself in confusion, surrounded by a slightly worried traveler and Paimon.Zhong Li sat in front of the pear wood chair by the window, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
"No! I'm going to Wuwangpo to have a look!"
Hu Tao, who didn't have time to pay attention to her own clothes, suddenly turned over and got off the bed, and the temporary clothes that Zhongli put on her body immediately slipped off.
Under the luxurious robe was a bellyband embroidered with blood plum patterns. Fortunately, the red string on the bellyband on Hall Master Hu's back was fastened by Zhong Li with divine power early on, and his lower body was also wearing shorts, so there was no embarrassing situation.
"what!"
Paimeng covered his eyes with his small hands shyly, while Yingmei opened her mouth in shock, staring at Hu Tao's smooth and jade-like back.
Only Zhongli's face remained normal, and he even had the mood to use the tea lid to skim off the foam on the surface of the tea.
It was only then that the dazed Hu Tao remembered that during the period of sleep, she seemed to have had a strange dream, dreaming of herself and Mr. Zhongli...
"Could it be true!?"
Hu Tao's eyes widened, and she stood awkwardly on the spot, curled up her toes, her little face quickly turned red, and then immediately looked at the calm Mr. Ke Qing.
And Zhongli seemed to know what she was thinking, slowly put away his clothes and robe, and left with a cup of tea.
A moment later, Hu Tao, who was neatly dressed and carrying a goma stick, came out of the boudoir, her eyes dodged and she didn't dare to meet Zhongli's eyes, she hurriedly packed up the funeral supplies, rushed out of the gate of Xiangsheng Hall, and slipped towards Wuwangpo .
"Hall master, go slowly."
Before leaving, Zhong Li, who was sitting under the statue of the dragon head in the main hall, still did not forget to say hello to Hu Tao, but this made this carefree little girl run faster.
After most of the day, Zhongli finally enjoyed a leisurely retirement.
Only now...
Zhong Li sent away the last few residents who came to inquire about their relatives, hung the closing plaque on the door knocker of the main entrance of the Hall of Past Death, and then turned back to the side hall.
Famas, the instigator of the war, was sitting at a square table with the traveler. The boy was holding a talking emergency food in his hand, rubbing the other's soft face in a bored manner.
"Help, help... Ying, Zhongli!"
"There is a perverted slime who wants to torture Paimon..."
Little Paimon struggled hard, but obviously couldn't get rid of Farmas' clutches, so he simply bit on Farmas' arm.
"Hiss... Paimon, are you a dog?"
Famas waved his hand trying to shake off the little mascot, while the traveler looked at the two fighting with a smile on his face, as if it was rare to see such a warm moment.
Only the retired Mr. Zhong sighed slowly.
Alright, four hundred chapters! ()
"This pot of food will be ready soon, put the bowl out quickly."
The north wharf of Liyue Port, which was razed to the ground, has set up supports. The young chef Xiang Ling and Master Mao from Wanmintang flipped the spatulas and cooked them over high heat. hands of the people.
The ancestral kitchen of Wanmintang was also temporarily moved to a simple shed next to Bubulu, so that the soldiers of the Qianyan Army who were being treated here could have steaming hot meals.
After all, only the dead are resurrected, and the number of wounded in this war is even greater.
Not far from the bustling Xiangling, Bai Shu and Qi Qi were spinning like tops.
As a doctor, Bai Zhu took on the responsibility of treating the wounded, and Qiqi and the pharmacist Agui served as his assistants to fetch and boil the medicine for him. Chongyun took Xingqiu out to help gather the medicine, and now he hurriedly carried the Two big baskets of herbs arrived one after another.
At this time, the people of Liyue realized how superb the medical skills of this Mr. Bai who always likes to claim good medicine is bitter.
The strong medicinal fragrance permeated Bu Bulu, and a large amount of trauma medicine was quickly prepared and distributed to patients with lesser injuries.
A small number of seriously injured people are taken care of by Bai Zhu himself, the faint grass element is shining, and Bai Shu's special medicine may not be able to save the dead, but it is enough to heal the injured's severed limbs and regenerate the bones.
There are three thousand diseases in life and old age, where can I ask a doctor?
"Doctor Bai, it really hurts...can you prescribe me some more numbing medicine..."
The soldier of the Qianyan Army receiving treatment was injured when he was fighting the crowd of fools. The bullet from the guerrillas hit his arm. At this moment, Bai Shu was holding the alloy tweezers and surgical instruments imported from Fontaine, and was taking out the iron with precision and elegance. gun bullets.
"It's a medicine that is three-point poisonous, not to mention that the quantity of this medicine is limited, if you use one part more, others will use one part less."
The wounded soldier was dripping with pain, gritted his teeth and persisted.
The amount of medicine given by Atractylodes is also just right, although there is some pain, it will not cause fainting, so it is easy to determine whether the affected area has been cleaned up from the injured person's reaction.
"It's not as good as those brothers who died in battle... resurrected without pain."
In less than half a cup of tea, Bai Shu quickly completed the operation and wrapped up the wound for the soldier of the Qianyan Army.
But when he heard the other party's unintentional muttering to himself, Bai Shu's complexion suddenly darkened, and there was a cold light in the snake's pupils, as if the snake and python in Liyue's folklore had become spirits.
"How dare you take life and death so lightly?!"
The always smiling Bai Zhu suddenly got angry, and the Chang Sheng wrapped around his neck was uneasy voicing a message. For some reason, this little snake who was usually talkative was surprisingly quiet at this moment, looking like an ordinary little snake. Snakes are no different.
"you……"
Hearing this, the soldier who had just been treated was obviously taken aback. He didn't know why this miracle doctor, who was praised by everyone in Liyue, suddenly got angry at him.
Perhaps because he realized his gaffe, Bai Zhu was silent for a moment, then wiped his hands with a handkerchief, the breeze was blowing, and the flickering candlelight reflected on Bai Shu's pale face. There was a rare bit of self-mockery.
"There is great terror between life and death..."
"You may not understand that what some people desire most is to be able to run and jump normally like ordinary people."
Baizhu's physical condition is extremely poor, and she often goes back to her residence to adjust her breath and rest after her consultation.
Many people in Liyue know about this matter, but no one knows what is wrong with Bai Shu, and no one cares about it.
After all, who made him a physician?
"Mr. Bai, Qiqi has boiled the medicine..."
When the atmosphere in Bu Bu Lu was stagnant, a little zombie walked in with his head shaking, holding a large bowl of medicinal soup. The yellow paper order on his forehead swayed with the movement, and the protective beads on his chest complemented each other with the bright light. The chubby little face is extremely cute.
It's just that the little zombie didn't have any expression on his face, like solid ice that had frozen long ago.
"Is Mr. Bai busy...Qiqi went to find Ah Gui..."
Qiqi was keenly aware of the strange atmosphere, and the zombie's instinct made her turn around quickly, ready to leave this place of right and wrong.
"Wait a minute, Qiqi."
"Distribute the medicinal soup to the patients whose wounds have been treated according to the ratio prepared in advance."
Bai Shu returned to her usual smiling appearance, as if the conflict just now hadn't happened, and continued to treat the next injured person seeking medical treatment.
Then Agui, who came to get the medicine, carried the medicine basket on his back. After taking the medicinal materials from the medicine cabinet, he went straight to the window and pushed open the carved grille.
The cool evening wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers blows towards us in an instant, and the melodious sounds of opera and music float in the air. It is Yun Jin and Xin Yan who are jointly holding an inspiring street performance.
War is cruel, let alone such a battle of gods that changes the world.
But now Liyue has begun to show his inexhaustible majestic vitality.
The Hall of Resurrection is also full of people, but not all the clients who come to ask questions have relatives who have passed away at home, and more people want to ask relatives who died in the war and whether they have been resurrected.
Although Ningguang issued a notice, declaring that with the help of a certain god, the soldiers and common people who died in the Liyue defense battle could all be reborn, but the specific number and list have not yet been announced.
The Tianquan star was already busy, and ordinary people naturally did not have access to Ningguang's channels, and the only place in Liyue Harbor that could be linked to matters of life and death was the Hall of Rebirth.
However, these common people who came to inquire were turned away by Zhongli with the excuse that "the hall master has gone to Wuwangpo to investigate, everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient".
Zhongli did not deceive these anxious residents either.
After the dust settled in Liyue, the retired Mr. Zhong took the travelers back to the Hall of Death, woke up Hu Tao who was sleeping in the boudoir, and explained to her what happened to Liyue recently.
Walnut, who had just woken up from a dream, with water stains on the corners of his mouth, listened to Zhongli's narration with a blank expression, and Paimeng and Traveler added details from time to time. Liyue has passed all the crises safely.
"Famas, resurrection...Munata soldiers...the border of life and death..."
Hu Tao sat curled up on the bed, stretched out her hands to hug her white legs, stared at her black Koudan toes with plum blossom eyes, and muttered to herself in confusion, surrounded by a slightly worried traveler and Paimon.Zhong Li sat in front of the pear wood chair by the window, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
"No! I'm going to Wuwangpo to have a look!"
Hu Tao, who didn't have time to pay attention to her own clothes, suddenly turned over and got off the bed, and the temporary clothes that Zhongli put on her body immediately slipped off.
Under the luxurious robe was a bellyband embroidered with blood plum patterns. Fortunately, the red string on the bellyband on Hall Master Hu's back was fastened by Zhong Li with divine power early on, and his lower body was also wearing shorts, so there was no embarrassing situation.
"what!"
Paimeng covered his eyes with his small hands shyly, while Yingmei opened her mouth in shock, staring at Hu Tao's smooth and jade-like back.
Only Zhongli's face remained normal, and he even had the mood to use the tea lid to skim off the foam on the surface of the tea.
It was only then that the dazed Hu Tao remembered that during the period of sleep, she seemed to have had a strange dream, dreaming of herself and Mr. Zhongli...
"Could it be true!?"
Hu Tao's eyes widened, and she stood awkwardly on the spot, curled up her toes, her little face quickly turned red, and then immediately looked at the calm Mr. Ke Qing.
And Zhongli seemed to know what she was thinking, slowly put away his clothes and robe, and left with a cup of tea.
A moment later, Hu Tao, who was neatly dressed and carrying a goma stick, came out of the boudoir, her eyes dodged and she didn't dare to meet Zhongli's eyes, she hurriedly packed up the funeral supplies, rushed out of the gate of Xiangsheng Hall, and slipped towards Wuwangpo .
"Hall master, go slowly."
Before leaving, Zhong Li, who was sitting under the statue of the dragon head in the main hall, still did not forget to say hello to Hu Tao, but this made this carefree little girl run faster.
After most of the day, Zhongli finally enjoyed a leisurely retirement.
Only now...
Zhong Li sent away the last few residents who came to inquire about their relatives, hung the closing plaque on the door knocker of the main entrance of the Hall of Past Death, and then turned back to the side hall.
Famas, the instigator of the war, was sitting at a square table with the traveler. The boy was holding a talking emergency food in his hand, rubbing the other's soft face in a bored manner.
"Help, help... Ying, Zhongli!"
"There is a perverted slime who wants to torture Paimon..."
Little Paimon struggled hard, but obviously couldn't get rid of Farmas' clutches, so he simply bit on Farmas' arm.
"Hiss... Paimon, are you a dog?"
Famas waved his hand trying to shake off the little mascot, while the traveler looked at the two fighting with a smile on his face, as if it was rare to see such a warm moment.
Only the retired Mr. Zhong sighed slowly.
Alright, four hundred chapters! ()
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