At the same time, on the top floor of Wangshu Inn.
"Bang bang bang!"
"Mr. Zhongli, are you there? Something serious has happened. Get up quickly!"
Anxious calls rang out, and Ying, who was wearing a white dress, and Paimon, who was floating in the air, slapped the door at the same time, trying to wake up Zhongli who was resting in the house.
The girl is also holding an irregular orange-red crystal in her hand, which is emitting a faint light.
Correspondingly, in the sky behind the two women, there are stars shining with elemental power, as well as the Wangshu Inn with lanterns lit and noisy people.
The businessmen resting in the room were awakened by the rainbow light of the immortal. The businessmen and scholars on the top floor either leaned on the observation deck and looked at the distant sky; or hurried downstairs to check the transported goods.
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Porters and porters living on the ground floor gathered together, shouted and discussed, and exchanged information by passing on false information.
"What are those shooting stars?"
"I seemed to hear Lord Tianquan's voice."
"The fall of the Emperor Star is a big disaster..."
Wangshu Inn is too far away from Liyue Port, and the power of the immortal's arrival did not affect Dihuazhou, which is full of swamps. Only the light of the shining stars in the sky and the faint words of the immortal's words came here.
The shopkeeper Huaian, who had just returned from the night shift, had just fallen asleep and was immediately awakened by the movement in the inn. He ran out of the room in single clothes and hurriedly worked with the waiter to calm the guests down.
Only the boss, Phil Godette, stood neatly behind the counter, smiling as if she had expected it.
The knock on the door on the top floor kept echoing, and Zhongli in the room was also awakened by Paimeng's whirring.
Although gods do not need to rest, Zhongli has long been in a semi-retired state. Older people pay great attention to health care, and he does the same. He wakes up and goes to bed at a fixed time every day.
It's just that these few nights can be said to be the time when Zhongli has had the worst sleep.
First, Famas and the alcoholic poet occupied his bed, then Dadalia came to his bed inexplicably, and then there was the sleep time that was delayed by the trivial matters of the Immortal Ceremony.
The immortal arrived at Liyue Port. Just when he wanted to take a good rest, the traveler unexpectedly came to the door.
Zhongli sat up from the soft big bed and responded outside the room with a soft tone as if he had just woken up. Then he closed his golden eyes and sat on the bed for a long time. Then he slowly got up and lit the rock lamp and changed his clothes. But after the call outside the room stopped briefly, it turned into a banging on the door.
There was also the sound of Paimon cheering and encouraging.
"Come on, Ying."
"If you do it again, it will be knocked open immediately!"
Zhongli turned his back to the door, tied up his hair tie, and turned his head in surprise.
Why does this traveler from Mondstadt knock on my door?
Was it because his response just now was too quiet and the other party didn't hear it?
Zhongli was about to open his mouth to stop him, but the door lock he made could not withstand Ying's full impact. It was broken open by the girl holding a long sword in an instant, and then Paimeng shouted anxiously: "Zhongli, Ying and I are here to save you.
Got it!"
Hearing the worry in Little Floater's tone, Mr. Zhong could only sigh softly.
I slept well and nothing happened!
Ying, who rushed into the room, suddenly opened her amber eyes.
In the dimly lit room, candlelight lightly enveloped this knowledgeable guest, and the warm-toned halo added a touch of gentleness.
But what doesn't match it is Zhongli's back, which is shaped like a rock. The massive muscles move with the pull of the arms, and the waist is just right and strong. It's not like the wildness that is typical of ordinary adult men, but more like
A simple sculpture made by a carver.
The man's arms were placed on the back of his head, as if he was arranging his braids. The bright golden rock patterns spreading from his shoulders to his forearms made the other man's figure more conspicuous.
Zhongli turned his head, his sapphire eyes looking even darker under the light, with an indifferent expression, like a lofty god.
I didn’t expect Mr. Zhongli, who is usually gentle and gentle, to have such a good figure.
"Mr. Zhongli...I'm sorry, I didn't see anything!"
Ying's cheeks were stained with a little blush, and she immediately sheathed her sword in embarrassment and raised her hands to cover her eyes.
"Paimon too."
The little guy imitated the girl's behavior and covered his eyes, but the open fingers secretly betrayed his thoughts.
Paimon, who was not too concerned about the excitement, was about to sigh, but his mouth was covered by a blushing Ying, and he left the room as if he was running away.
Zhongli changed his clothes with a normal look on his face, without any disturbance in his heart.
In Mr. Zhong's unique way of thinking, although it is extremely rude for travelers to break into other people's homes, they are not intentionally offensive.
By the time he changed his clothes and walked out of the room, the stars in the sky had already descended on the Jade Pavilion.
The girl and Paimon stood on the viewing platform that originally belonged to Mandrill, holding on to the guardrail, looking worriedly towards the direction of Liyue Port.
The originally gray sky was illuminated by the power of colorful elements, rendering it an aurora-like color.
A faint golden light bloomed in the sky, seemingly fighting against the threat from the sky.
"Zhongli, look at the sky!"
Familiar footsteps came from behind, and before Ying could turn around, Paimon immediately flew to her side, pointing towards the sky.
She and Paimon were sleeping soundly. First, they were awakened by the sudden appearance of a strange fire, and then were awakened by the sound of falling stars. When they were putting on their clothes, they found warm red crystals on the table.
After thinking for a moment, Ying went to look for Famas next door, but his room was already empty.
"Those stars are immortals among the clouds."
Zhongli's serious yet steady voice came, solving the little floating object's doubts.
No wonder the colors of these stars look so familiar.
"Are the immortals... going to work with Qixing to investigate the truth?"
The girl held the fragment in her hand tightly and asked Zhongli in an uncertain tone.
Paimon puffed up half of his cheeks and complained angrily: "Breaking into the city while everyone is sleeping, you don't mean to have a good discussion, right?"
Zhongli held his chin and thought for a moment, then nodded as if he agreed with Paimon's idea.
"Given the nature of all immortals, it is not easy to bear the news of the emperor's death in shock."
"The ceremony of sending immortals is about to come, but Qixing failed to find out the truth of the incident. It is not surprising that the immortals of Jueyun are coming in a menacing manner."
Zhongli stepped forward calmly and stood on the observation deck, looking at the merchants rushing to tell each other under Wangshu Inn, his eyes warm and distant.
Compared to Mr. Zhong's laid-back attitude, Yingke is much more nervous.
Combining Jueyunjian's experience of inviting immortals and her conversation with Ningguang in the Jade Pavilion, the girl always felt that there was another hidden reason behind the emperor's murder.
If there is a conflict between the Immortal and Liyue Seven Stars, then the Fools will definitely become the biggest beneficiaries of this incident.
Moreover, the immortal ceremony cannot be held on time, and I will not be able to see my ancestor's transformation.
"We must return to Liyue Port!"
Thinking of the strange gods high in the sky, the traveler's eyes suddenly became firm. He raised his hand and grabbed Zhongli's wrist, and ran downstairs along the nine-curved corridor, causing the leisurely emperor to stagger.
"Ying, Zhongli...wait for me!"
Paimon watched the two people run away, and when he reacted, he stamped his feet in anger and hurriedly chased the two people downstairs.
The three of them hurried to Liyue Port, and at Qingce Village, not far from the inn, scattered fires were already burning on the highest terrace.
Ordinary people only think of it as the thousands of lights in Qingce Village, but Huaian, the innkeeper, recognizes at a glance that those lights are the beacons used by the Qianyan Army to transmit signals during the war years.