Time returns to when Famas had just left the alchemy workshop in the mountains.
Ying and Timaeus took Little Dulin down the mountain, and at the adventurer camp at the entrance to the snow-capped mountains, they met Wendy, who was drunk with the blacksmith Urban, and Yuxia, who looked helpless.
Wendy got news from the person in charge, Yuxia, that a group of treasure thieves had robbed the fine wine sent to Liyue inside and outside the adventurer camp.
Yuxia's original intention was to ask the little poet with the eye of God to help her find the secret wine. Unexpectedly, Wendy, who found the good wine, not only drank most of it herself, but also dragged Wu, the only blacksmith in the Longji Snow Mountain Camp, with her.
Together with Urban, we drank almost half of the car’s drinks.
Urban, the only labor force in the camp and a blacksmith, got drunk. Yuxia and Timaeus, who had just handed over their homework, had no choice but to leave the adventurer camp and push the remaining half a cart of wine to prepare for the temporary inn of the Adventurer Association.
, notify relevant personnel to receive it.
Timaeus has been addicted to alchemy for a long time, and his physical fitness is only average. He was soon led forward by Yuxia pushing the truck.
A strange girl? Yuxia!
When Ying and Timaeus came to Wendy with little Doulin in hand, the wind god was still holding a wine bottle, leaning on the forging platform, belching and pointing to the truck that had been pulled away.
: "On the Ying... cart... there is also... the export wine of Chenxi Winery..."
"Oh! Have you and Famas given birth to a baby? Time flies so fast..."
Du Lin's golden eyes stared at Wendy who was talking nonsense.
In his impression, Barbatos always looks elegant and noble, like the most holy god.
And now, is the drunken poet in green in front of him really the Barbatos he is familiar with?
"It's me, Du Lin, the beautiful poet..."
Facing Du Lin's golden eyes, Wendy blinked and prepared to raise her hand. Her shoulders moved, but there was no substantial movement.
"No... it's possible... Hiccup, Du Lin, is already gone..."
Wendy burped again and lowered her eyelashes.
"Poet, it's really me, Famas saved me."
Little Dulin staggered to Wendy's side, stretched out his fleshy hand anxiously, pinched the corner of Wendy's clothes, and gently rubbed his head against the young man who was sitting on the ground, looking quite frustrated.
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"I'm back...Lord Barbatos."
Hearing her own divine name, Wendy looked drunk, and finally raised her hand, pinched Little Dulin's face, and then went down and touched his chubby little hand.
"Du Lin... is a girl..."
The drunk Wendy smiled stupidly, suddenly blew up a gust of breeze, pushed little Du Lin into her arms, and then stretched out her hand, apparently wanting to test whether Du Lin was a little girl.
"Big sister! Help!"
Du Lin was shocked as he was caught. He now had no strength at all, and his body had become smaller. After being caught by Wendy, he could only move wildly with his teeth and claws. It looked more like he was cooperating with the boy's movements.
"Stop it, you singer!"
Paimon saw Wendy's frivolous movements and quickly grabbed his hand. Yingya stepped forward and hit Wendy on the head with a bang.
"Ouch, it hurts."
Wendy, who was hit on the head by the gun, suddenly let go of little Du Lin in her arms, and reached out to cover her head.
"Why are you so fierce!"
The boy in green screamed and lowered his head, rubbing his head.
"He is really Du Lin... wake up!"
Ying hugged Du Lin back, stared at the drunk Wendy, and said helplessly.
Paimon flew to Wendy's side. The boy's drunkenness seemed to have receded slightly due to the tapping on Wendy. He shook his head drowsily, raised his index finger, and was about to say something.
At this time, Du Lin, who was hiding in Ying's arms, jumped down and lay down in front of Wendy. His body gradually changed. Sharp and protruding dragon horns grew on his head. His torso mutated and grew ferocious and lustrous dragon scales.
Sharp black claws, bloody pupils and nictitating membrane, and still young black dragon wings.
Du Lin let out a childish roar at Wendy, successfully making the still semi-drunk Wendy wake up completely and widen her green pupils.
"As far as I know, the only dragons left in the world are the old man next door and the fat dragon he suppressed somewhere, so..."
Although she looked sober, Wendy was still talking nonsense.
"So, Ying...did you and Tvarin... have a child?"
When Ying, who was wearing a short skirt, heard the words, she clenched her fists and looked like she wanted to give this nonsense poet a try.
Wendy quickly raised her hands to admit her mistake, touched the wine bottle on the forging table, and took another big sip.
"It does look like Du Lin, with eyes, dragon claws..."
Wendy stood up and looked at the young dragon in front of her.
"Fly, fly, like a bird, see the world for me, fly to the sky for me..."
Dulin opened his mouth, and words that only elemental creatures could understand emerged.
This was the last song sung by Wendy's best friend when they resisted the tornado demon.
"You!"
Hearing this familiar poem, Wendy clenched her fists excitedly, then loosened her fists, and tremblingly touched Du Lin's rough dragon scales with her fingertips.
The wind lifted the tail of his clothes, passing through the leaves, making a flapping sound. It was late at night, the chirping of insects gradually stopped, and everything was quiet except for the crackling of burning wood and the flapping of a few wind crystal butterflies.
sound.
"Is it really you...is it the Golden Technique?"
Feeling the roaring vibration, the wind crystal butterfly fluttered its wings and fled. In Ying's eyes, a fine rain of light fell in front of Wendy and Du Lin. She couldn't help raising her hand to catch it, watching the light spots fall, dimly
It disappears and eventually disappears in the palm of your hand. When you put your palms together, what you hold is only void.
In front of Du Lin, the young man had a chiseled face, eyes as gentle as jade, and a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He was so familiar that it made you nostalgic, yet so strange that it was like you had just met him for the first time.
That is the face of a young man who has been visiting me in dreams for many years. It is a great regret and unreachable thing that has long been dormant in the past.
"Poet...I'm back."
Wendy put her forehead against the young black dragon's head and rubbed it gently.
"I know...I should have recognized you earlier..."
The wind whispers in the ears, whispering the songs buried in the past, and the holy shadow of the young man magnifies before his eyes.
"Please don't hate me and Tevalin..."
One person and one dragon spent some time reminiscing about old times. Wendy looked up, her deep green eyes reflecting the bright starry sky of Teyvat. Night owls crossed the sky in the distance in twos and threes. Urban slept soundly in the tent.
of.
"Hey, Ying, do you want to keep this secret?"
The resurrection of Dulin is definitely an earth-shattering event. There is a rumor in Mondstadt that the dragon Dulin is resurrected and has a close relationship with their Lord Fengshen. This kind of thing...
"Hmm."
"We won't talk nonsense!"
Ying and Paimon responded at the same time.
Wendy, shrouded in starlight, stretched out her hand to the two of them.
"Follow me."
The breeze picked up a dragon and two people and disappeared into the camp. Birds pecked at raspberries. Wild boars that had adapted to the cold wind slept soundly deep in the snow cave. Snow foxes gathered in front of the rare sunset fruits and had a party. The snowy mountains seem to be full of life.
Until, a confused girl with turquoise hair and animal ears got into the adventurer's camp. She didn't find the camp leader, so she left a note and ran to the snow-capped mountains.