Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Wendy didn't stay angry for long since Ziling was playing with her, but Zhongli was a little autistic.

He had long heard from Wendy that she often had dreams, but she almost never had them in Liyue.

When I was on the wind, that kind of sound appeared in my mind. This kind of phenomenon had never happened before.

But it happened in Mondstadt.

This phenomenon is exactly the same as Wendy's dream, which makes Zhongli doubt whether this is a coincidence.

But it can't be explained now. If it is really a reminder, it will definitely appear again later.

For now, it's better to spend the holidays in Mondstadt.

……

In a blink of an eye, the return day has arrived, and Wendy got up early to prepare. At this moment, it is not yet dawn in Mondstadt.

Of course, the first thing I did when I got up was take a sip of wine, and sure enough my taste was normal.

Fortunately, Zhongli kept his word.

But Wendy wasn't that happy either.

Because today, he, the wind god who has been hiding from people, should go out and meet people.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief and sat in the study, holding her head and looking at the pile of documents.

These record all the movements of the troublemakers during this period, as well as the information reported by the scout knights in various places.

The troublemakers now have two factions. Some of them believe that the God of Wind will definitely appear on the return day, so they are not so active in asking for explanations;

But the other part was even more extreme, and even shouted that they wanted to "overthrow the rule of the wind god and find a new god."

But this kind of talk is just talk. Their faith and prayers are not enough to create another Fengshen.

However, it seems that the extreme part is organized.

So, Wendy looked at the document and asked Siswan who was standing by: "Are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?"

"Get ready. As early as the day when the market first opened, I placed the arrow on the top of the church as you ordered, and spread the rumor. Now they all know that there is such an arrow that can kill gods."

Wendy nodded with satisfaction: "I have set up the stage. If they don't sing this play, I will be very disappointed."

"Barbatos, in fact, if Anke's father is arrested and tortured, we can also know the driving force behind it." Siswan said with a frown.

Wendy shook her head: "Of course I can do this if I am not the ruler of Mondstadt, but, just like thousands of people praying, I have to give everyone an explanation, and I also need some deterrence. Okay, it's still early now, and then Go get some sleep.”

Hearing this, Siswan nodded, bowed respectfully and left first.

Wendy continued to look at the document in his hand. Although he already had a plan, he still had to check it again and again to ensure that there would be no problems with the plan.

He is such a person, he seems to be a cynical playboy, but in fact, as the god of wind, he has more worries than anyone else.

After all, not every god can remember the name of every believer.

While watching, Ziling knocked on the door and walked in, carrying a bowl of porridge.

"Huh? Why did you get up so early?" Wendy was a little surprised.

Recently, Wendy has been looking for Zhongli so that Zhongli has no time to take care of Ziling, so much so that Ziling only wakes up late in the day.

"I guess what you will do today. Although you usually look like you are eating, drinking and having fun, you are also a serious god. You probably got up early and got ready. As your little apprentice and good friend, of course you have to come and give me something. You prepare a bowl of porridge."

Ziling said as she brought the porridge excitedly.

Wendy took the porridge and looked at it with a frown. Ziling's cooking skills couldn't be said to be edible, it was simply unpalatable.

But at least it was what she wanted, and Wendy couldn’t refuse.

But it’s still a bit of a psychological barrier. After all, compared with Thunder movies, the only advantage is that people will never need to see a doctor due to food poisoning.

So Wendy took a spoonful and put it in front of her. She couldn't eat it for a long time.

If Siswan was still here, Wendy would definitely give him the bowl of porridge without hesitation.

but now……

"The emperor made it. I'm not of this level. You can drink it with peace of mind." Ziling saw Wendy's hesitation.

It was still dark at this time, which was still early for people like Wendy and Ziling who could sleep a little longer.

But for "elderly people" like Zhongli who go to exercise early, it's just right.

Wendy was also relieved and immediately stuffed the spoonful of porridge into her mouth.

Well, it's Zhongli's craftsmanship.

However, Wendy was still a little embarrassed when her worries were revealed. She immediately looked at Ziling with a smile: "Don't deny yourself. Besides, if you can't do it now, will you still be able to do it a few hundred years from now? Thousands of years from now. Are you still not doing well?"

"Huh? That makes sense. I was born from a demon god, so my lifespan is naturally about the same as yours. Maybe if I live for thousands of years, I can become a great chef?" Ziling raised her head and imagined her future.

After saying that, Wendy suddenly remembered something, then looked at Ziling awkwardly, and smiled awkwardly: "Well, not necessarily."

"Huh? Why?" Ziling was puzzled. He had always heard that diligence can make up for laziness, and cooking didn't seem to be a difficult task, so why wasn't it necessarily true?

Wendy didn't know where to explain it to him for a while. In the end, she had to say mysteriously: "You will know when I take you to Daowu."

"Dao Wife? When!?" Ziling looked expectantly on her face.

"Not sure," Wendy took a sip of porridge and thought about the long-standing clues. "If everything goes as I think, I can take you to Daozhu this year."

After all, if that butterfly comes from Inazuma, then a trip there might be unavoidable.

"As for now, Ziling, let's look forward to the next big drama directed by Fengshen me."

The confident smile on Wendy's face was very familiar to Ziling. As long as she saw that smile, Ziling would feel safe.

Soon, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, spreading its golden gauze-like sunlight over every corner of Mondstadt, gently waking everyone up.

At the market, everyone has prepared fine wine, waiting to be presented to the God of Wind.

After people sang hymns dedicated to the wind god and the festival, Wendy also appeared in divine costume.

At that moment, everyone applauded enthusiastically and offered the wine in their hands to the God of Wind.

Ziling was also among the crowd, holding a glass of juice and joining in the fun.

At this time, he suddenly noticed Zhongli beside him, holding a wine glass and looking thoughtful.

That's right, after all, he is also a god of a country. It is really hard to say "offer the wind god" to the god of another country in another country.

However, Ziling suddenly realized that he seemed to be mumbling something, so she asked doubtfully: "Is the emperor uncomfortable?"

Zhong Li came back to his senses, shook his head calmly, and then looked at Wendy: "I didn't pay attention to it before, but now it seems that this dress is really bad for the body and can easily induce rheumatism."

"Huh?" Ziling was confused for a moment.

"Ziling, send a letter to the immortal, use the immortal method to send some Qianghuo, Atractylodes macrocephala, Angelica sinensis, Astragalus..." Zhong Li said seriously and seriously, which was completely different from the festive atmosphere at the moment.

Ziling instantly understood why Wendy always called Mr. Zhongli. This was indeed the behavior of an elder.

However, Ziling reminded him helplessly: "Emperor, he is the god of wind. Generally speaking, he will not get rheumatism."

"Hmm..." Zhongli put down his wine glass, clasped his hands and held his chin, thinking. Then he looked at Wendy and continued, "Then ask them to send some medical books, and I will research a set of prescriptions suitable for sylphs."

"..."

Ziling resisted the urge to complain, and kept giving hints to herself: The emperor must have a reason for doing this.

But no matter how you hint, it's useless. This is a serious illness no matter how you look at it. If the wind elf gets rheumatism, wouldn't it be as outrageous as a fish being drowned in water?

Of course, Ziling definitely didn't dare to tell it. After all, he didn't want to wipe out Jueyunjian, so he finally sent the letter to Jueyunjian honestly.

As for Wendy, he noticed Zhongli's strange look in his eyes, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

But he had no time to take care of it, because at this moment, Anke's father was walking towards him with a lot of people. It didn't look like he was showing good intentions.

Wendy raised her lips, it seemed like the show was about to begin.