"The miracle of Liyue Port has been reduced from now on."

Looking up, countless stars were scattered in the sky. Zhongli looked calm. After being silent, he said: "...all the phenomena between the earth and the sky are only left for future generations to comment on."

Several people stood there for a long time, until the night got darker. Paimon couldn't help but yawn.

"Ha...that's all. I remember earlier that you two came to see me for something, right? It's getting late. If you feel tired now, you should go back and rest first. There's no rush. I'll be at the Life Hall tomorrow. I'll be there too. "

Wutong hugged the sleepy and unsteady Paimon into his arms. He looked at Kong next to him and shook his head to show that he was not sleepy. Then he lowered his voice and said, "The night breeze is very comfortable. I am not very tired. I came today just to think about it." Tell Mr. Zhongli the good news, that scroll has been untied."

"Oh? That's indeed a good thing. Then, do you have any questions to ask me next?" Zhongli chuckled and looked at Wutong, who jumped down from a raised stone because he didn't think it was troublesome to walk up the slope.

Several ambers were glowing, floating around a few people at Zhongli's order, illuminating their way down the mountain. After all, even if the weather had warmed up a little, the sea breeze at night would still be bad if it blew too much.

There were so many things that he wanted to ask at the same time, causing his mouth to suddenly become stuck and knotted. Wutong frowned, and after struggling, he came up with the first question: "...Do you know this guy in my body?"

Zhongli made no secret and nodded: "To know him, specifically, to know him as he was before."

"Eleoog, but most of the names passed down are called [Brand] - the demon of death and destruction. He is good at using poison and is proficient in various spells. He feeds on all negative things, but he does not He will actively induce others to create negative things to satisfy his own greed. As far as I know, He has also protected humans."

"And...I heard Him talk about you. It's also because He, who has always turned a blind eye to humans after meeting you, has this act of sheltering."

Eliog, also known as Brand, has never been interested in humans. No one can find his residence, and no one has set foot on his territory.

They will only appear on roadside corners and ruins during plagues, disasters, and at night after wars. Or you can see the decisive, cruel, and cunning sky-devouring python from a distance outside the dark cloud-covered battlefield where corpses are everywhere and rivers of blood flow.

Zhongli said that originally, no one knew about the existence of Wutong. She was well covered and protected. For a long time, even Brand disappeared completely in front of the demon gods. Only Bing Zhizhi, who had always been friends with her at that time, The Demon God, who is now the Queen of the Winter Solstice Kingdom, can be found.

It’s not like no one has tried to ask. They used coercion, inducement and various methods to trick the scoundrels, but in the end they all got tired of asking the Demon God of Ice. Apart from being frozen into an ice sculpture, nothing came out of him.

"...Arrogant and indifferent, He almost represents death, sadness, hatred and other negative things. Maybe in the subsequent journey, you will learn a lot about Him, and you will also piece together bits and pieces of your past. . But you must remember, Wutong, He really loves you. During that period of war when all life was devastated, no demon god ever loved humans as much as He loves you."

Wutong lowered his head and stepped on the footprints left by Zhongli step by step. They had already descended from the rocky mountain just now. On one side, they felt the soft touch of the sand, and on the other side, the sea water that came up was cold: "Okay, I remember it. Um...Mr. Zhongli, have you signed a contract with Him?"

"Of course, but it is a three-party contract. In addition to Brand and I, there is also a wise god - King Daci Shu. As for the content of the contract, I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

Hearing the last sentence, as expected by Wutong, Tantanshou was helpless: "Ha, it's not unexpected..."

"Don't be depressed. Didn't you say that your next stop is to go to Dao Wife? Haha, I remember that before you lost your memory, you signed a contract with Baal, the god of Dao Wife." Zhong Li smiled and looked listless. The little girl threw out new information.

Kong sighed. He was also very skilled now. He raised his hand first and answered: "I guess the content of the contract still cannot be disclosed."

"...You're right." Wutong, who was in a flustered mood, opened his mouth, raised his head and then lowered it, giving up asking again.

Zhong Li watched the two people singing in harmony before him, shook his head and retorted: "It's not that bad. Not all contracts cannot reveal their contents."

But everyone I asked told me that I couldn’t complain.

Wutong and Kong had a tacit understanding of their thoughts, and then looked at each other and smiled.

Finally, the three of them chatted casually some more. For example, did you encounter anything new and interesting during the Hai Lantern Festival? Did you come here to relax, have fun and eat well? Do you think Liyue Port is beautifully decorated?

And after hearing that the two people not only moved Mandrill to a simple version of the Sea Lantern Festival at Wangshu Inn, they also took people to Liyue Port to see the Xiao Lanterns. Although they only stopped watching outside the city, it was enough to make Zhongli feel... A hint of surprise.

After saying goodbye, Kong and Wutong returned to Wangshu Inn. They were supposed to wash up and go to sleep for the next day, but they were out all day today and Wutong couldn't resist the bowl of soup that he didn't drink.

Even if you try to dissuade me on the grounds that it’s getting late and you have to re-heat the medicinal soup, which is troublesome and laborious, all you get is, “Well, just let me do it.”, “I don’t mind the trouble, I’m not sleepy. ." This kind of answer can't even be said by a person who is holding back.

Therefore, Wutong frowned and was holding back the vomiting water that was gargled in his mouth. Then he smashed it, but he still felt nauseous. The base of his tongue was terribly painful and his brain was aching. I cursed silently in my heart.

Empty, an old-fashioned person who refuses to eat hard or soft food!

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