Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Under Tianheng Mountain, in a forest in Liyue.

Morax, the True Lord who cuts the moon and builds the sun, the True Lord who manages the water and stacks the mountains, the True Lord who stays in the clouds and borrows the wind... All the immortals stood in a row.

There is also Gan Yu who has successfully lost weight.

They looked at Marcosius, who was less than one meter tall, with reluctant eyes.

Marcusius said seriously: "Actually... I still have two things to say!"

Gan Yu said happily: "Lord Marcusius, do you regret it? Then don't leave, stay in Liyue!"

True Monarch Liuyun Borrowing the Wind: "..."

Morax said slowly: "If there is anything else, just speak!"

Among all the immortals present!

Except for the little unicorn Gan Yu, everyone knew that Marcusius was not tired, nor did he really want to leave.

I just don't want to die in front of my companions.

Marcusius was born on Mount Tianheng, and when he was about to die, he wanted to return to the place where he was originally born.

Marcosius smiled and said, "It's about the dishes of happiness and the mysteries of the fire! Morax, the True Lord of Gechenlang City, don't forget it!"

"After I leave!"

"Tell every Liyue people about the recipes of happiness and the mysteries of the fire!"

at the moment of imminent death.

Marcusius didn't worry about himself, he was still thinking about the food for the people of Liyue.

When Marcusius was around, he could be transformed into thousands of people, helping the people to make fire and help the people to cook.

After Marcosius left.

For the future meals, we can only rely on the people themselves!

Hear this!

Morakes and the True Monarch of Gechenlang City nodded seriously.

The True Monarch Moon Cutting and Building Sun at the side, even disregarding his image as a tough guy, turned his head and wept silently.

The corners of the other immortals' eyes became moist again.

Only Gan Yu looked at all this suspiciously.

Why are you all crying?

Lord Marcusius obviously just stayed on Tianheng Mountain for a while to relax his tired body and mind, why did everyone cry?

Morax opened his mouth and said, "Can you stay for a few more days! There is no hurry to go!"

Marcusius smiled and said, "No, I'm really tired and I want to take a rest!"

Now this dilapidated state.

For Marcusius, it was also a kind of torture.

Marcusius waved his hand: "Morakes, all immortals, goodbye!"

Morax opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Liuyun took advantage of Zhenjun Feng's tears to slide down his cheeks: "Marcusius, goodbye!"

True Monarch Moon Cultivator: "Makosius, goodbye!"

Seeing the lonely figure of Marcosius, he walked further and further away.

Gan Yu finally realized something was wrong.

She suddenly said loudly: "Master Marcusius, after a few days, can I visit you on Tianheng Mountain?"

Marcusius stopped suddenly, wiped away the tears on his face, turned his head and tried to show a smiling face: "Gan Yu, remember not to be greedy, or you will gain weight!"

Gan Yu asked loudly again: "Master Marcus, can I visit you in a few days?"

Marcusius nodded: "Of course!"

immediately!

He turned his head quickly and continued walking forward.

but!

The moment Marcusius turned his head, two lines of hot tears slid down his cheeks again.

He is the Demon God of the Stove, a strong Demon God.

He didn't want to cry in front of his friends.

The small body of Marcusius is very weak, and the strength in his body is getting less and less before he has walked a few steps.

Even lifting the legs is very strenuous.

But he still gritted his teeth and walked forward desperately, he didn't want to cause trouble to Morax any more.

until out of everyone's sight.

Marcusius couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground with a bang.

Almost lost consciousness directly.

He held back!

Try to stand up and move on.

After climbing over a hill.

Marcusius couldn't lift his legs anymore, so he crawled forward desperately with his hands, and finally touched the boulder in front of him.

Immediately!

A feeling of peace of mind, like coming home.

Marcosius couldn't help showing a bleak smile.

This is where he was born.

It will also be where he died.

Marcusius was out of breath, his legs and arms were numb, and he couldn't move at all.

Just lay there next to the boulder.

He tried hard to open his eyes, wanting to take another look at Liyue's sky.

How beautiful!

Thousands of years later, Liyue's sky must still be so beautiful!

After a while!

All the power in Marcusius's body has gone.

The life force in the body is also slowly passing away.

Consciousness is getting blurred!

He could feel that his body was slowly dissipating in this world like a ball of foam.

The arm is gone!

The legs are gone!

The torso is also slowly dissipating!

Sight, hearing, taste, touch, all disappeared.

In this dying body.

The two soul consciousnesses that are about to dissipate - the God of Cookery and the God of Vulcan, rely on each other.

Marcusius Vulcan's consciousness has begun to blur: "Brother, remember a long time ago, I said I would protect you!"

Marcusius-God of Cookery is also weak: "I am a brother, I should protect you! Sorry, I am a failed brother!"

Marcusius-Vulcan smiled: "I don't regret being brothers with God of Cookery!"

Marcusius-God of Cookery: "I don't regret it either!"

As the body dissipates!

The two naked soul consciousnesses are repelled by the original power of the world.

Start dying slowly!

Chapter 393 The Rice Crust Is Born

Beside that boulder, Vulcan's vitality dissipated first.

With a bright light flickering, it turned into a shining spark, floating out from the broken body.

To the boulder of their birth.

God of Cookery is no exception!

The vitality slowly dissipated and degenerated into the original spark state.

but!

The moment the God of Cookery degenerated into sparks.

An ethereal voice echoed around the degenerated sparks of the God of Cookery:

"younger brother!"

"Live!"

"Take a look for me, the grand scene of Liyue after a thousand years!"

Dissipate with the sound!

The degenerated life spark of the God of Cookery suddenly burst into dazzling light as if something had happened to it.