Rebuilding Teyvat in another world

"Traveller, you came just in time."

Sister Ping said to him: "I have a gift for you."

Sora and Paimon shouted at the same time: "Dustsong Pot?"

Sister Ping was surprised for a moment and then suddenly realized: "Yes, it is the Chensong Pot. The cave-heaven realm created by the immortal power is also the exterior power of the three-eyed and five-manifest immortals."

Kong nodded, held the edgeless sword in his hand, and said with familiarity: "Okay, I will go to the General Affairs Department to register first, then go to Bubulu to issue a pharmacological certificate, and then dig Cuijue Rock and come back."

As if a familiar task bar appeared, he raised his sword and said, "Let's go."

Sister Ping reached out to stop her.

"No need, Traveler, I'm ready."

She took out a familiar teapot, with a simple and exquisite style. The round pot was engraved with the rock patterns that can be seen everywhere in Liyue. The golden and brown round pot was simple and solemn, as if it had a shining golden light effect.

"I made a lot of it in one go when needed in the past few days, but this pot is my most proud work. It is very different from those caves that transport supplies."

She introduced it enthusiastically, and the chubby Xinghui on the side came over, as if she was also observing this Liyue classic color dust song pot with great interest.

"There are also surprises prepared for you by the emperor and the immortals."

Paimon came over: "Surprise, Morax now has Mora... Is it a whole house of gold?"

She was very curious.

Sister Ping smiled mysteriously: "Maybe."

Paimon screamed in surprise.

At this moment, the originally bustling crowd on Yujing Terrace suddenly became excited. Although the volume of the low-pitched exclamations was not loud, when everyone exclaimed in unison, the whole Yujing Terrace heard the sound. .

Sora couldn't help but look towards the center of the crowd.

But there was already a sea of ​​people there, and they were all crowded. He was not tall enough. He was at least five hundred years old but still looked like a young boy. When he raised his head, he could only see the black back of his head.

Empty: ←_←

Even sitting in front of Sister Ping, he didn't have much room. The flow of people moved forward and squeezed hard, but the flow of people was still extremely huge.

He, the innocent tourist sitting at the corner of Yujing Terrace, was also rubbed.

An old woman was squeezed out of the crowd. She was about to roll up her sleeves and join the army, but she was shocked when she glanced at Sora beside her.

"Yazi, why are you showing your belly button?"

Sora: Huh?

The old lady took off the red scarf woven from neon floral cloth around her neck, unfolded it into a bright red cloth, wrapped up Kong's upper body without any explanation, and tucked the corners of his clothes.

Sora: Huh?

The old lady looked him up and down, looked at the way Kong was wrapped tightly, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yazi, be careful of catching a cold. My little granddaughter didn't cover her with a quilt properly last year. When the weather got cold, her belly button was exposed. I'm seriously ill."

"You have to be careful. Don't take your body seriously while you are young. You will suffer when you are old."

After the old lady finished speaking seriously, she nodded helplessly.

Although he was not cold, he was moved by the old man's kindness.

The old woman patted Kong's shoulder, then smoothed her sleeves and plunged into the crowd menacingly.

Kong stretched out his hand to stop her, but was surprised to find that this seemingly trembling old man was using the momentum of a god to block gods and Buddhas to block a way out of the crowded crowd. The key was that her seemingly old figure His thin body was completely unscathed, and even the dress he wore was still brand new and straight, with few wrinkles.

Empty and breathtaking.

Is this the folk custom of Liyue?

But I heard Sister Ping beside me sigh softly: "The old lady's little granddaughter passed away as early as last year."

Ping'er lowered her eyes: "Seven Stars saved many people. They suffered numbly in the darkness and finally ushered in the dawn of hope. However, too many people died for various reasons."

This immortal who has always been wandering in the world of mortals closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it, seemed sad, and sighed quietly.

"Traveler, I thought that I had been used to joys and sorrows for thousands of years, but I never thought that evil without the restraint of gods would be so terrible."

She looked at the bustling crowd and shook her head slightly.

What she had seen in the past, whether in Liyue or elsewhere, was under the rule of gods. No matter what the gods' governing philosophy was or whether their methods were good or bad, they were all gods who loved people.

They have zero tolerance for sin.

Therefore, even Grandma Ping has never seen the undisguised and wanton evil of human beings.

She whispered: "Human."

There was a slight sadness in her eyes.

The thing on the table finally jumped up, put itself into Ping'er's hand, rolled around, rolled around~~

Ping'er could no longer maintain her original sad look. She sighed helplessly and said with a smile: "After all, you are still like this."

Demons love humans by nature.

In the end, she believed in love more than love.

She believed in humanity.

Paimon tilted his head. Although he was confused, he still comforted him: "Don't we have an emperor now? The emperor is omnipotent!"

She raised her hand and pumped her fist, making a passionate gesture: "The emperor is invincible, yeah!"

This is what her host said.

With the Emperor, all worries are gone!

That was super awesome. The host who treated her so well without her having to work, the host must be right.

Sora nodded heavily: "That's right, with the emperor, there will be no worries."

When he was facing off against Dragon King Ruotuo, the emperor's shield gave him a sense of security like a mountain.

Ping'er looked at the appearance of the big one and the small one, and she didn't understand what they meant.

She looked up at the rising sun in the sky. The sun had already risen at the predetermined time. So she raised her hand and poured a cup of cold tea on the table. She saw that the water slowly condensed on the table, and finally formed a side like a TV. In the mirror of the screen, the extremely familiar light of Tianquan Star was visible in the mirror.

There are all kinds of tribute incense burners behind her.

"Is this a ceremony to invite immortals?"

"Yes."

Ping'er: "There are too many people at this year's Fairy Ceremony. It's difficult to get to the front desk. Even if you go there, you'll be crowded. This is the inspiration I got from watching TV. It's very clear. Traveler, how do you feel?"

Sora, of course Sora agrees.

Paimon said very loyally: "Traveller, although I can fly, I will not abandon you easily. Don't worry, I will also be here to watch the broadcast with you."

Although her little hands kept touching the tea on the table, you could tell what she was planning.