God of Cooking Tavern in Genshin World

"Come in." Lisa's voice came from the room.

Only then did the Luo people open the door, only to see Lisa sitting at the table had been waiting for a long time.

"Come here tonight, you probably have another purpose?" Lisa asked with a faint smile.

"Well, since Ms. Lisa already knows, then I'll get straight to the point." Luo Ren nodded slightly.

Retell Lisa the story of the dragon Tewarin.

Listen, Lisa's expression is also very serious. She has seen related allusions before, and today's abnormal weather also fits the description in the allusions.

"I see. Although I can't be 100% sure, I will talk to Qin about it."

"Then, thank you for your hard work." Luo Ren bowed slightly, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Are you leaving without a cup of tea?" Lisa asked.

Luo Ren paused, then quickened his pace: "Thank you, but I still have something to do."

He has to rush to the last scene - Ying's room.

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Chapter 119 Chapter 110 Chapter [-], Ying: Come on tomorrow!

At [-]:[-] in the evening, except for the bustling Nancheng business district, most of the people in Mond City at this point have almost fallen asleep.

A certain hotel near the gate of the city, on the eighth floor.

Ying lay on the window sill, silently looking at the blurred scenery outside the window, her Paimon was right behind her, as if affected by this situation, her vitality was gone, and she became a little melancholy...

"Paimon, are there some things that are destined to be done by one person, regardless of whether the person is willing to do it or not..."

Ying said a little lonely, because she was lying on the window sill, she felt that her chin was stuck on the cold railing.

Currently at a high level, the fog is relatively loose, and Ying can still see some clear night sky through the fog.

"I think you are too worried. Besides, seeing you in such a depressed mood, Paimon is also in a bad mood. I haven't eaten all day today, and I'm hungry and thin!" Paimon pouted with his hips on his hips, a little unhappy.

"I can feel that a disaster will befall Mond City tomorrow, and...it's like fate, I need to carry it all..." Ying sighed, feeling a kind of "fate" "The burden fell on her shoulders.

"What should I do... Is there something in this world that has been manipulating my fate..." Ying was a little helpless, looking at the distant sky, as if she wanted to see where the gods were manipulating all this.

But nothing could be discerned except the view of the night.

"Forget it, Paimon, you'd better go, leave Mond City, the farther the better." Ying rubbed her temples, and finally made this decision.

"I'm not leaving!" Her Paimon shook her head vigorously.

"Tomorrow, I might die." Ying was a little sad, but her sixth sense told her that the shadow hanging over Mond City could only be resolved by her, not anyone else.

Just like the fantasy novels that are popular in Mond City, the one who defeats the devil must be a brave man. This is the original plot. Unless there is some power to break the rules, she will be the same.

Killed by the plot, or survived the plot.

The sense of unwarrantedness intensified as it all rose up in her mind.

"So, goodbye." Ying's tone gradually became unquestionable.

dong dong dong.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, followed by a familiar male voice from outside the door: "Miss Ying, I am from Luo."

Hearing this voice, Ying's body trembled slightly, and some brilliance returned to the lost pupils.

Ying left the window sill, walked to the door and opened it.

When she saw Luo Ren's figure, she froze again.

Compared with the gentle temperament in the store, what the current store manager exudes is more of a sharp-edged aura.

The white robe is windless and automatic, and there is a rusty iron sword with a scabbard pinned to his waist. His eyes are sharp, but he feels very safe.

"How do you know I'm in this room, manager... Also, what is this posture...?" Ying opened her mouth slightly, with a faint guess in her heart, but she was not sure.

"Although it's very abrupt, Miss Ying, you should stay in the tavern all day tomorrow." Luo Ren's voice was much louder than usual.

"No." Ying refused without hesitation.

"According to the procedure, tomorrow's wind disaster needs to be solved by you yourself, but..." the Luo people paused for a while, and continued: "Give me your position, and I will solve the wind disaster."

"So, tomorrow's disaster is a wind disaster...? Then forgive me for refusing, and I can't pass this danger on to you." Ying frowned slightly on her originally calm face, and said seriously.

Not to mention why the store manager knew about her current situation, she didn't want the store manager to take this risk from the bottom of her heart.

As if anticipating Ying's reaction like this, the Luo people grabbed Ying's wrist, and then led her into the room, ignoring her Paimon protests, and walked to the terrace, as if taking her to elope, pulling her She leaps into the air.

Because of the high speed and the howling wind around them, Luo Ren and Ying landed lightly on the city wall facing the hotel for a moment.

"what do you mean.....?"

"Draw your sword, Ying, if you beat me, you won't say anything before you become me." Luo Ren said lightly, walking slowly to a distant place.

Looking at Luo Ren whose hair was disheveled by the strong wind, Ying didn't get angry, and simply took out her sword from the different-dimensional backpack.

"Then draw your sword." Ying said softly.

"Then start when this leaf falls to the ground."

"it is good."

Luo Ren took out a fallen leaf that he picked up on the road just now, and threw it into the air.

At the same time, the world seemed to be silent.

In the world, except for the full moon in the sky and the fluttering leaves, only Luo Ren and Ying are left.

...slap.

Finally, the leaves fell to the ground with almost no sound.

A boundless gust of wind descended at this time, and the wind cut the stone bricks that built the city wall, making a sharp whining sound.

Ying moved in an instant, and the Excalibur of Dawn was unsheathed, buzzing and trembling.

swipe swipe...

Swords, lights, and swords were intertwined. Although the brilliance of the iron sword was slightly dim, it did not lose the slightest bit in the competition.

The wind above the city wall, drawn by Ying, is still intensifying, and the light of the knife, like a fairy stick that sets off firecrackers during the New Year, drags out stunning and bright traces in the misty night.

The light of the knife is smearing the night, embellishing the lonely night.

Orange-yellow sparks collided between the iron sword and the Excalibur of Dawn.

The dull sound of feet stomping heavily on the ground.

Nervously pay attention to every approachable point of the other party.

Taking a deep breath, the Luo people saw through the obstacles of countless time and space that the opponent made a mistake that could not be a mistake.

boom!

The iron sword collided with the opponent's sword again, but what was different this time was that Luoren's iron sword burst into fiery flames, and climbed onto the opponent's Dawn Excalibur that was close to him like a snake.

"Wind Vortex Sword." Ying raised her slender left arm decisively, controlled the power of the wind, and gathered a vacuum vortex in the palm of her left hand. Under the power accumulation, the flames clinging to the sword were torn into it.

——Element Transformation: If Ying's vacuum vortex touches other elements during the duration of the skill, it will gain the element attributes of the corresponding element and cause additional element damage.

"Hmm..." Luo Ren had already squeezed out a fireball with his left hand, and the blazing high temperature steamed up, distorting the night, and his breath was soaring, as if it could melt everything.

The fireball with the size of a human head stuck together with the blazing fire storm, bursting out with astonishing light in an instant.

However, the fireball that can directly destroy the rock wall made by Paimon is more penetrating than the flame storm under concentrated force.

call......

The fireball swayed through the void, tearing apart countless vortices of flame and wind. While breaking through the vortex, it rushed forward like a wild horse running wild.

The speed of the fireball was too fast, Ying could only close her eyes instinctively, waiting for the arrival of the flames.

However, the fireball stayed at the tip of Ying's nose and spread around like fireworks blooming, without hurting Ying in the slightest.

Ying opened her eyes cautiously, a little angry, and looked away: "You won, suddenly broke into someone else's door, and then took someone's hand and went to the open field to fight without saying a word. This is the first time I have seen you."

"If you hate me, it's justified." Luo Ren was a little helpless, and he also felt a little sloppy. Obviously the store was running well, but suddenly he had the idea of ​​not saving something.

He thought that in the real Tivat Continent, it would certainly not be a utopia like the original game, where no one died as a result of the wind dragon raging.

Once the wind disaster arrives, if it is not stopped in time, I am afraid that it will be like the Tangshan earthquake in the previous life, and many lives will be lost.

If according to the plot, Ying personally saves Mond City, by then, the day lily will be cold.

"I don't hate it!" Ying whispered.

"Yes, whatever you want, you can stay in the tavern tomorrow, I'm going back to bed." Luo Ren waved his hand and yawned.

"that......"

"What's the matter?" Luo Cai walked a few steps, but now he stopped and turned around.

"Next, it's for you, come on tomorrow."

A sword with a scabbard was thrown by Ying...

Chapter 120 Chapter 110 Eight, Excalibur can't be the real heroine

Luo Ren held the sword thrown by Ying in his hand from a distance, and felt a little cold in his palm. Looking down, he saw that the scabbard and hilt were silver-white, and there were delicate patterns similar to shells on the sword rest.

Holding it has a delicate feeling of holding the wind in your hand.

With a light touch of the thumb to the scabbard, the crisp sound of the sword being drawn out of the scabbard even stopped the surrounding wind for an instant.

This kind of thin metallic sound is not like scratching the blackboard with fingernails, or the sound of scraping spoons and iron bowls. This sound is very pleasant and pleasant, like spring water flowing from a spring.

After this crisp sound, the hilt and the scabbard were pushed apart by a small distance, and the blade was slightly exposed, and the cold light became even colder under the white moonlight.

bang.

The Luo people drew out their swords.