Chapter 344: Fake ointment can do a lot of harm to people!
The sky is dim, almost dawn.
The jinglun wind flags on the Yujing platform trembled miserably in the rain curtains, fallen leaves mixed with dead branches slapped on the door panels of Chihuyan's shop, and the strong wind passed through the streets, making a frightening whine.
Only in the dark brown shop in the corner of Feiyunpo, the heavy downpour could not extinguish the faint fragrance of bamboo in the humid air, and the smell of burning incense candles floated upward along the eaves.
In a bamboo birdcage hanging from the eaves,
The bird's eyebrows chirped, completely unaffected by the so-called demonic pressure.
The rubble and tiles swept by the strong wind smashed into this inconspicuous shop, but they seemed to have encountered some insurmountable obstacle. They stopped suddenly when they approached the entrance of the hall, and then fell to the ground.
All this stems from the person sitting opposite the window on the second floor of the hall, Zhongli.
Mr. Zhong held up the tea cup on the table with both hands, pursed his lips and blew away the foam floating on the water, and tasted it briefly.
Qiaoyingzhuang's finest Queton tea is paired with the sweet-scented osmanthus cake Hutao bought from Wanmintang yesterday.
Life should be so leisurely and comfortable.
The entire rock port was under attack like a tsunami, and all the exquisitely constructed buildings were shaking. Shouts of killing came from the port, but Zhongli, the god of rock, was sitting in the Hall of Rebirth, calmly drinking tea and eating cakes. Those golden amber-like eyes are like an ancient well with no ripples like a thousand-foot deep pool, as if the devil's reappearance of such a world-shaking event is just an occasional ripple on a calm pool.
When Liyue Port encountered a catastrophe, it turned out to be the emperor's most leisurely time.
However, just when Zhongli was experiencing the beauty and tranquility in life, bursts of strange neon flowers suddenly poured into his nasal cavity, choking him and making Zhongli cover his face and cough.
The hall of rebirth is filled with the aroma of sandalwood and the residual smell of burning paper.
The craft of making sandalwood has been passed down from the generation of the founder of the Gossheng Hall, and it is a secret recipe passed down orally by successive hall masters.
Even Zhongli, who is a guest, does not know the recipe and production process.
When Hu Tao was still young, she would hold the edge of the table to watch the old hall master Hu making incense. At this time, the old hall master was afraid that she would accidentally knock over the incense cup, so he would always send her to play elsewhere.
He said that he would pass on this skill to her when she grows older.
But not until Hutao grows up,
After officially taking over the business of the Past Life Hall, Hall Master Lao Hu passed away because his life span was over.
Naturally, the craft of making incense was lost, but Hutao, with the help of Zhongli, tried the ratio of various spices over and over again to restore the long sandalwood incense that lingered in the Hall of Rebirth.
It's just that there is a little more ethereal plum blossom in the original dull sandalwood.
Logically speaking, there should not be the fragrance of colorful flowers in the hall, let alone a time like this when the storm is about to come.
Zhongli frowned, his nose twitched, and suddenly he seemed to smell something incredible. His bright golden pupils shrank suddenly. Just as he was about to stand up, he bumped into a petite figure in his arms.
The other party's soft and small chest was pressed against Zhongli's chest, his fair arms were around the emperor's neck, his red face was buried in Zhongli's neck, and his whole body was sticky in front of Mr. Keqing.<
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Due to the obstruction of the seat, Zhongli had no choice but to hold the little girl's waist with one hand, like he was holding a kitten that was leaning on a tree and unwilling to come down.
"Hallmaster Hu?"
Zhongli's surprised voice sounded,
I lowered my head to see the other person's appearance clearly, but what I saw was a large expanse of white snow.
At this time, Hutao was only wearing a bellyband embroidered with plum blossoms, and the tether around her waist had long been loosened, with only the red rope around her neck barely holding on.
The girl hugged Zhongli tightly, as if she wanted to rub herself into his body. Her fair and delicate thighs straddled Zhongli's waist contentedly, and her toes painted with black crocodile were slightly spread.
At this moment, the emperor was completely shocked by Hu Tao's unusual behavior. He just wanted to stand up with the chair, but he was afraid of spilling hot tea and burning her, so he had to step back on the wooden chair.
"Hutao, wake up!"
Zhongli pulled the girl's arm away with difficulty, raised his hand to pinch Hutao's cheek to prevent her from kissing her suddenly, and then hurriedly grabbed the girl's ankles and moved away the legs that were wrapped around him.
"Mr. Zhongli...I'm so hot..."
In the chaos, Hu Tao kicked over the wooden table with the tea cup on it, and the scalding tea poured towards the unaware girl. Zhongli had to turn around with Hu Tao in his arms and block the steaming tea cup with his arm.
"Click!"
The antique tea cup he bought from Xiguju was smashed to pieces. The pain in his arm seemed to finally remind Zhongli of his identity as a god. Blackstone-colored divine power surged out, spreading around like ripples and lifting off the wall.
, the calligraphy and paintings on the bookshelf fell to the ground.
When the dust settled, Hu Tao, whose face was red, also fainted in Zhongli's arms.
The originally tidy room was already in a mess, and the only things that could be considered complete were the chair on which Zhongli was sitting, and Hutao who had fallen asleep in his arms.
Zhongli slowly breathed a sigh of relief, pressed his fingers on Hu Tao's smooth back, and used his divine power to guide the medicinal effect of the sea beast glands in the opponent's body.
He has already guessed why Hutao did such an abnormal behavior.
Thinking of Famas and the travelers handing him ointment, Zhongli couldn't help but hold his head and shake his head.
But the remaining two boxes of special balm... weren't they hidden in the cabinet in the room and sealed tightly with divine power?
Although Hutao would occasionally enter Zhongli's room without asking and look around, she would not randomly look through his wardrobe and bed.
Could it be that the seal is loose?
The golden light in Zhongli's palm gradually grew stronger, and the medicinal effect mixed with the light powder was brought out, and then disappeared.
Hu Tao's breathing finally calmed down, and her complexion was not as rosy as before.
Holding the sleeping Master Hu, Zhongli took off his mortal robe, put it on the girl's shoulders, stood up and returned to Hutao Boudoir.
After placing the little girl in place, Zhongli paced and pondered, his eyes passing over the broken chessboard and chess pieces on the ground, and he seemed to have some realization.
The seal placed by divine power will not loosen for no reason.
It seems that after taking out the Heart of God, my strength is not as good as before, and the divine power on many of the original seals has also been weakened.
Although great power comes from oneself, the demonic seal arranged in ancient times still made extensive use of the power accumulated in the heart of God.
Zhongli returned to the messy room, waving his hands to clean up the scattered objects on the ground, but his eyes passed through the rows of buildings in Liyue, looking at the dragon tree near the Nantian Gate and the rocky abyss in the west of Liyue.
After this battle, Liyue entered the human era.
Let Qixing deal with the issue of loose seals in the future.
Zhongli used a broom to sweep away the broken tea cups and food residue, and quietly looked at the cloudy and rainy Auxerre outside the port.
At the same time, on the top of Tianheng Mountain to the west of Liyue, Famas, with an indifferent expression, looked down at the Qianyan Army who had set up traps and obstacles at the foot of the mountain. He held his spear in his back and hung it on the side of his horse.
"The whole army forms an array!"
The evil spirit surges, and the dead soldiers in the military formation are already ready to go.