People are in the original god, telling a book

Chapter 133 Follow-up
When dark clouds cover the sky, people always think of that day...and the star that stands above the sky.

When the sea roars and the wind howls, it seems that all hope ends in darkness
The star appeared.

It brings fire and drives away gloom and clouds.

The stars are so dazzling that they leave their own marks in the hearts of every Liyue people.
The moment it disappears.
No, it didn't go away.

It's just... a little tired and want to take a break.

One day in the future, it will definitely fly into the sky again, and shine on everything again.

Liyue Port, Yunhai Bookstore.

Three days have passed since the Auxerre Rebellion, and people have already returned to the port to start the reconstruction of the city.

Thanks to the life-and-death battle between the Liyue Navy and the Qianyan Army, very few monsters were able to break through the line of defense and come to the streets, so the damage to the city was actually not serious.

In addition, people have reached cooperation after a long absence in the last battle, and the enthusiasm for rebuilding the city after the disaster has reached an unprecedented height.

The haze of Yan Wang Dijun's passing has been completely washed away, and everyone has a new perspective and understanding of the future.

In the bookstore, Ningzhe lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

However, when he opened his eyes, what Ningzhe saw was not the familiar room decoration, but the white-haired old man.

"you"

Ningzhe didn't act rashly, but just looked at the old man.

He remembered that when he was eroded by [karma], this old man also appeared in his spiritual space.

And even though he couldn't speak at the time, he really heard the old man's words.

This old man. He actually has the power to fight against karma?

"Boy, there is nothing wrong with your body now, and the remaining power of karma has been cleaned up by me."

Seeing that Ningzhe said "You" and then there was no movement, the white-haired old man shook his head and said in a flat tone: "Speaking of which, you are really bold. You are still a mortal, but you dare to touch the karma. Plant something."

"If the old man hadn't cleaned up the karma left in your body for you, you might have been in a coma for a few more days."

Thinking of this, the white-haired old man raised his eyebrows.

This brat fainted after the last battle in Qunyu Pavilion and slept for three whole days.

In these three days, let the white-haired old man understand what is the difference in life.

Not only the person named Ning Guang stayed by the bed every step of the way, but also a series of pretty girls including Ke Qing, Hu Tao, Yun Jin, etc. came over, and they brought a lot of condolences and spoke softly. Take care of this brat.

As for elders like Ning Yu, Chong Yun, and Xing Qiu, that's not important.

Although the white-haired old man was the ruler of a country before, he had never enjoyed such treatment.

People embrace each other, everyone has a vision of the future on their faces
Seeing all this through Ningzhe's body, the white-haired old man felt a little strange in his heart, but he didn't hate it either.

"Thank you for your shot, I. My mind is a little messed up now, please forgive me for being rude"

Hearing what the white-haired old man said, Ning Zhe spoke quickly.

"Hehe. It doesn't have to be like this. Your role on the battlefield this time has attracted the attention of many forces. Do you have any ideas?"

The white-haired old man shook his head slightly, with the corner of his mouth raised, looking at Ning Zhe with interest.

"A lot of forces.?"

"of course."

The white-haired old man raised his right hand, and a cup of tea suddenly appeared in his hand. He took a sip and continued:
"Although the old guy Oser is not very strong, after all, he is also the demon god of ancient times. His awakening naturally attracted many people's attention."

"And you, in front of everyone, controlled the power of karma with a mortal body, and unscrupulously radiated your spiritual power in front of Oser, that remote old guy can't do anything about you."

"You said, how could they not pay attention to you with this kind of performance?"

Speaking of this, the white-haired old man smiled, Morax was right, this tea feels good to drink.

"."

Hearing this, Ningzhe was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"I'm just an ordinary person. I have a little strength enough to protect myself. I don't want to fight for anything, and I don't want to win anything."

His tone was flat, as if he was talking about something unimportant—maybe this matter really doesn't matter to Ningzhe.

"Of course. Otherwise, why do you think I chose you?"

The white-haired old man was not surprised by Ning Zhe's words at all, he even nodded in agreement with Ning Zhe's words.

"."

Ningzhe fell silent again, this time for nearly 10 minutes.

"Old man, tell me, what is it that I will carry on my back?"

He exhaled and looked at the white-haired old man with a calm expression.

Now that I have been involved in this vortex, it is impossible to avoid it, so I might as well simply choose to move forward.

"Ha ha."

The white-haired old man hid the tea and looked at Ningzhe.

"My name is Clemons, the name of the Demon God."

"Successor, what you need to do is very simple. That is to help me find the reason for the destruction of the ancient kingdom [Mirlanth]."

"Why it was destroyed, and what it was destroyed for. My successor, what you have to do is to find the answer to this question."

Clemons waved lightly, and the scene around him began to shatter.

"Now you just need to know these. Leave the rest to time."

At the last moment when the surrounding scenes were shattered, Ningzhe saw a trace of sorrow in the eyes of the white-haired old man. Although it was subtle, it was so real.

Yunhai Bookstore.

"Well"

Ning Zhe opened his eyes with some difficulty, and what he saw was a familiar scene.

what.
My beloved small wooden table and wooden chairs. Everything is the same as before, it’s great, isn’t it, is that Ning Guang who is peeling apples next to him? !

"woke up?"

Seeing Ningzhe open his eyes and then close them at the speed of light, Ningguang spoke a little funny.

She handed the peeled apple to Ningzhe, regardless of whether he was lying on the bed or with his eyes closed.

"."

No way, Ningzhe had to open his eyes, sit up neatly, and took the apple that Ningguang handed over.

"Xiao Zhe, do you know how long you have been in a coma?"

"I know, three days."

Ning Zhe took a bite of the apple without style, and spoke vaguely.

"Do you still know it's three days?"

Hearing this, Ning Guang knocked Ning Zhe on the head with his hand, and said angrily, "If Bai Shu hadn't checked your health and said you were fine, I would have sent someone to the Sumeru Academy."

"After all, that's Oser, what's wrong with me sleeping for a few days?"

Suddenly being hit, Ning Zhe touched his head, and said confidently: "That's a demon god, it's very tiring for me, a mortal, to try to shield his mental power!"

"."

Hearing this, Ning Guang also knew that her younger brother was recovering very well, so she simply stood up and put a jade stone on the head of his bed.

"If you have time, I'd better come out and take a look. The current Liyue Port is quite different from before."

In other words, Liyue Port remains the same as before, but the people of Liyue have undergone qualitative changes.

After saying this, Ning Guang walked out the door directly.

"Ok?"

After watching Ning Guang leave, Ning Zhe straightened up a carp, got up directly, walked to the door, put his ears on it, and listened carefully.

"."

The sounds outside are quite complicated, with the sound of flipping books, footsteps, and people talking.

It seems that people are recovering pretty well, and they are all free to come to the bookstore to read.

Ok?
Ningzhe remembered that he still owed a storyteller, didn't he tell the third act of "The Monkey King"?

Alright then, I happen to be free now, so let's talk about it.

(End of this chapter)