thefictionvixens Chapter 373: Everything is dark (Part )
Chapter 373: Everything is dark (Part )
Chapter 373: Everything is dark (Part )
Chapter 373 Everything is dark
The colored glaze lamps on the third floor of Wangshu Inn lit up one after another, and the warm yellow light spread over the hair on the tip of Xizhi's ear, revealing the crispy golden color of the golden shrimp balls just out of the pot. Lin Huan's consciousness was as clear as the clouds and the moon. He pressed down the almond tofu dish that Xiao wanted to collect with his cat's paw, and drew on the edge of the celadon cup with the tip of his tail dipped in tea. The simple pattern of colored glaze lilies seeped into the glaze along with the water marks.
"Is this what the traveler calls 'reunion with old friends'?" Yu Qing tapped the stone table with his fingers, the lightning wedge shining coldly on his fingertips. "Taking care of a lively immortal into such a mellow appearance, is this the way the Liyue immortals entertain guests?" The puppet executive officer lifted Xizhi by the scruff of the neck, and the silver-gray fur glowed starlight from between his fingers. The lightning light from combing the fur was as gentle as the iron filings on the ends of Danyu's hair when he combed it for the strange one under the reflection of the fire of a sand furnace.
"If you were this soft four hundred years ago—" Yu Qing suddenly poked the cat's snowball-like belly, and tiny sparks burst out as the lightning comb passed through the fur, "The children of Tasha would definitely rush to use you as a pillow."
Xizhi suddenly arched his back and jumped up, pressing his meat pads precisely on Yuqing's chest. The old stone glass left by Niwa was embedded in the core area of the doll, and ripples of light were appearing as the cat purred.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Lin Huan's consciousness was like a spring breeze blowing across the terrace, "Xiao Yu's skill in combing the hair is three times more delicate than when he was forging the sword." The tip of the tail swept across the executive officer's tense jaw, and the tassels moved without wind.
Xizhi's silver-gray ears trembled slightly under the lamp, and the tip of his tail wrapped around Yuqing's mechanical broken arm, pressing his round face against the cold joints. The rubbing of his fur made a subtle electric sound, as if he was touching the red-hot iron embryo in the heart of the sand furnace four hundred years ago. "In this situation, I have stolen half a day to relax..." Lin Huan's consciousness was like soaking in a spring of clear water, and his claws stepped on the puppet's knees to create the Big Dipper formation pattern, "It makes me see that Xiaoqing looks the most like a 'human'. But..."
Yu Qing's thunder wedge hummed in his sleeves, his fingertips hovered three inches above the cat's ears, and in the end he only took away a piece of glass lily petal. "Learn from you. Don't think too much." The executive sneered and crushed the petals, his amethyst eyes reflecting the figure of Wan Ye wiping the flute hole downstairs.
"I don't think you would want to see the leaves falling in the wind being crushed by thunder. Saving that person's best friend was just a matter of convenience."
"Mother always said that eternity is as immortal as thunder." Yu Qing's mechanical knuckles brushed against the newly born dragon scales behind Xizhi's ears, and the scorch marks of Thor's sword remained on his fingertips. "But she didn't know that the desire of a mortal to burn out his life could even resist Wuxiang's sword..."
"Your rice in chazuke is getting cold." Xiao's voice suddenly cut in. He turned his back to wipe the Hepu Yuan, but the peace locket on the belt of his Nuo mask jingled.
The cat suddenly turned over, revealing its velvety belly, with its four paws hanging in the air, looking very much like the kite that Lin Huan taught him to fly.
Xiao pushed the celadon cup half an inch closer, and the coolness of the almond tofu seeped out of the glass bowl wall, condensing into fine water droplets that adorned Xizhi's beard. Yaksha lowered his eyes to avoid the cat's smiling gaze, and his bony fingers unconsciously kneaded the ragdoll cat's unique short feet - the ball of snow was spreading like melted vanilla ice cream, shaking gently with the touch, revealing the faint blue dragon scales on the pink pads.
The noise downstairs was accompanied by the aroma of pepper. Keqing raised her head and smiled softly while holding up the skewer of shrimp balls: "Masters, try the freshly fried ones—" Before she finished speaking, the silver-gray meteor had already pierced into her arm, and its claws hooked away three shrimp balls before it turned around and jumped back, placing two of them in Xiao's hand, and holding the remaining one with the gilded pattern that had rubbed against Yu Qing's sleeve.
"Biased." The executive officer sneered and pinched the cat's tail, but the comb formed by lightning sincerely untangled the tangled hair. At this moment, Manye's "Songfengshu" was floating over Dihua Island. The golden bell at the tip of the tail responded to the flute sound, beating the rhythm of the final battle on the stone table. Xiao suddenly stood up, and the whole plate of almond tofu fell into the golden pattern formed by the cat's tail: "Medicinal food at the time of Shen."
The thunder wedge on Yu Qing's fingertips suddenly froze. Xi Zhi picked up a piece of white jade-like dessert and wrote crooked words on the table with his claws: "Healed in half a month." In the shadow of the glass lamp, the old wound behind the ear was healing into the luster of dragon scales, and the new hair was like the gold thread ink newly ground by Yue Haiting.
The moment the first bright lamp was launched, a warm yellow light spot passed by the corners of Yu Qing's tightly pursed lips. The young executive officer lifted Xi Zhi by the back of his neck, and the mechanical joints made a subtle clanging sound: "After the matter with Inazuma is completed... I need to return to the Winter Palace with the Heart of God." The lightning gathered into a small snowball at the tip of the cat's nose, "Before you come back, ask the traveler and the fox to take you to the city to eat three-color dumplings."
"The food is getting cold." Xiao's voice was mixed in with the sound of the candlelight bursting, and the glass lily on his palm was stained with the night dew of Yujingtai. Lin Huan's spiritual sense gently gathered the two old friends: "Then... wait for you to come back, this year I will teach you how to cook real immortal tea rice." Before he finished speaking, the fireballs from the rice crust downstairs had roasted the shrimp balls into amber, and Xizhi fried them into dandelions and rushed down, hooking away the delicious charred aroma with his claws, leaving three oil stains on the immortal's cuffs.
When the midnight bell rang, the ball of lightning elemental yarn was thrown all over the room. Xizhi jumped onto the beam holding the executive officer's ribbon, and the sauce "splatted" on the fangs of Nuo's face, winding like the blood that oozed out of the stone wall of the layered rock abyss four hundred years ago. Yu Qing suddenly stuffed the cat ball into Xiao's arms, and before he disappeared on the thunder, a piece of silver-gray cat hair stuck to the iron flower on the back of his collar - exactly where Niyu always brushed away the fallen petals for him.
Ying leaned against the red painted pillar on the second floor, weaving cat hair into the tassel of her sword. The smile in Keqing's eyes was tinged with water, "Aren't you going to take back the treasure from the Hall of Rebirth?"
"The moonlight of the reunion of old friends should be exposed to the sun for a little longer." The traveler chuckled. The dragon breath of Cuijuepo in the glass bottle was resonating with the snow fur. Xiao suddenly landed beside Xiangling like green smoke, and put the dozing fur ball into the bamboo food box with his dewy fingertips. His cold profile was reflected by the cat's paw prints, just like the broken moon that leaked through the window of the inn when they drank together in the intervals between the killings.
Wan Ye's "Holding the Clouds and Stepping on the Moon" climbed up the eaves. When Xi Zhi turned over in a dream, thousands of acres of reeds in Dihuazhou swayed without wind. The glazed lilies emerged from the tips of the leaves, just like the pranks of Lin Huan in his heyday. When a certain seal glowed under the ancient tree in Qingce Village, Xiao's Nuo mask quietly turned to the east - the morning light was piercing the darkness, dyeing the tip of the cat's tail into flowing gold. The black fog ball condensed by karma curled up under the window, gradually being plated into light gold by the morning light, and slowly evaporated and dissipated like the morning mist meeting the morning sun... It was very much like someone kneading pain into a ball and stuffing it into a candy wrapper and swallowing it whole.
Amid the gentle sound of falling morning dew, the dragon scale pattern behind Xizhi's ear quietly flashed a ray of green light. This was the first time in more than 400 years that Lin Huan felt the surging flow of immortal power so clearly in cat form - like a spring stream breaking through the ice, quietly overflowing the embankment built by years.