Daimyo Inazuma fucked her heart

In the game of the previous life, this is at least a delicious level of cooking.

"Is it delicious?"

"Well, can I have another one?"

"There are a lot~~"

It's lunch time at noon, and the bustling Huyan eaters are carrying the sound of attracting customers from various restaurants, but this place is as quiet as the traces of time passing by. She looks at him, will he be curious about her again?

Chapter 7

Grandma Ping knows everything

"Can I pack a few and go?"

"I believe that adding money can make the boss reluctantly let me pack a few Mora meats."

"Then how many do you want?"

"Three...for you, what's your name?"

"Since Mr. Ling's name has only one word, you can call me Guang."

Ling didn't expect this girl to be quite cute when she was mischievous. After receiving the Mora meat wrapped in a paper bag, Ling threw a small bag to the silver-haired girl named Guang.

Ning Guang caught the small bag, squeezed it with his hands, and it turned out that there was Mora in the small bag.

"It's a deposit. Prepare some Mora meat for me tomorrow, or you can use it to buy a new skirt."

After finishing speaking, the white-haired boy took the paper bag out of the cafeteria and stared at the Mo La small bag in his hand. Is this the way this business is done?However, selling Mora meat seems to be a good way, especially at the port at noon.Today, Ningguang has mastered another way to make money.

When Ling walked to the lobby and was about to leave the hotel, he also threw a money bag to the hotel owner. Compared to Ning Guang who caught it in a panic, the hotel owner caught the money Ling threw while smoking his own cigarette. bag.

"Guest, our store doesn't have that kind of service, it should be said that Liyue's serious hotels don't have it."

"I pay for the three Mora meats."

The innkeeper looked at Ling who had gone out, and shook the purse in his hand, so could money still be earned like this?

"Gou San'er! Come here!"

"What's the matter? Boss."

"Go outside and put up a sign that our store sells Mora meat at noon."

"Oh oh oh! Okay! But, I can't write, boss."

Ling left the hotel. He planned to go to the Adventurer's Association first. He needed a proper identity to walk in Liyue. Now he is considered a tourist without identity. contact with local venues.An identity that can cover up his titles as Dao's wife, as the son of Thunder God, and as Cang Lei's daimyo is what Ling needs now.

An adventurer is the best cover. An adventurer can have many identities, such as traveler, poet, craftsman, cook, so why can't there be a child of God?

Eating Huyan at noon is very lively, Liyue people pay attention to lively meals, three or five friends gather together during lunch, mocking their bosses for being stingy, eat a few dishes, a pot of rice, and then pat their buttocks to prepare for the afternoon meal. work.

Liyue has always been like this, with the excitement and prosperity that Daoqi doesn't have. Compared with the quiet Daoqi, Liyue gives Ling a feeling of going home.

Liyue’s Adventurer’s Association is just across from Wanmintang. When Ling passed by, he noticed the real kanban girl in Wanmintang in the previous game... the kanban master, Master Mao, was cooking with two pots for one person. Occasionally, he could see a The little girl came in and out with a plate, and a pale yellow bear followed behind her.

That should be when Xiangling was young. At this time, Xiangling has already found the rice... It's hard to imagine how many civilian players this child will be the savior in the future, but games are games, and now Ling himself is also raising Part of Watt, focusing on himself first is the most important thing for him at the moment.

Ling looked towards the front of Wanmintang, and it was the Adventurer Association. Liyue's Adventurer Association looked a little more simple. After all, Daozuma's Adventurer Association was repaired by him. When he arrived at Liyue's Adventurer's Association on the stone steps, Ling still had the illusion that Liyue's Adventurer's Association was not properly managed.

"Lulululu!"

Ling, who was about to go to the Adventurer's Association, saw a little blocker in front of him. He didn't know when he ran in front of him. His small eyes looked at him, and he raised his round paw and waved it towards Ling. .

"Cracker! What are you doing!"

Xiang Ling, who had just put the plate back into the kitchen, saw the rice crust blocking the passers-by. Sometimes the rice crust is like this, and it will suddenly block some passers-by, probably because that person has something delicious on him.

Crispy rice is very sensitive to delicious food, coupled with its cute appearance and naive performance, it will always make people stopped by it willingly give half of their food to rice crust. My master often does this, but rice crust This is too much food, isn't it enough to cook for it?

"Hey~~~"

The casserole waved at Ling, and Ling didn't understand what was going on at first. Could it be that it was going to spit fire on itself?But I didn't see this little bear chasing him with a pepper in his hand.

When Ling noticed that Guoba was always looking at his pocket, Ling finally understood what Guoba wanted.It turned out that I was greedy for my own Mora meat.

It's something that rice crackers will do.Ling took out a piece of Mora meat and handed it to Guobai, who saw the plump paws take the Mora meat, and after eating the Mora meat he handed over in small mouthfuls, the rice cracker made a happy noise.It should be said that it is indeed one of Liyue's mascots, the appearance of the rice crust made Ling couldn't help reaching out and rubbing its head.

Well, it's fluffy and soft, and you can feel a lot of output when you touch it.You are very poor, rice cracker.

"Sorry! Rice crust is too greedy!"

"Lululuhu?"

"Crisser, bad!"

"Ah?"

Guoba stared at Xiangling with wide-eyed eyes, causing Xiangling, who was still a child, to reach out to rub Guoba's face. It seemed that this was not the first time Guoba did this.Because it was still busy at the meal time, Xiangling handed Ling a spicy meat bun wrapped in lotus leaves, and continued to work in Wanmintang with the rice cake. Meaty Wowotou, I don't know if I have made a profit or a loss.

Let's take it as a profit, but I have rubbed a real rice crust.

After coming to the Adventurers Association and asking for a registration form from the clerk at the open window, Ling registered as an adventurer. The Adventurers Association generally does not force adventurers to perform tasks, but they must report to the Association at least once a month. Or do a mission, you can deliver goods or crusade against monsters, or explore secret realms.

Ling got his own notebook, just like the game in the previous life, the Adventurers Association thoughtfully divided the pages for himself, except that there are no evil voice prompts towards the stars and the abyss, it is still very good.

Put away the little book, because he registered as an adventurer, Ling also got a map of Liyue Port. The map in the previous game was a very intuitive top view, but the map that Ling got was not only a top view, but also a front view.

The Adventurers Association thoughtfully marked Liyue’s scenic spots and some shops for him, even the blacksmith’s shop and the alchemy station. As for the teleportation anchor point, Ling Zaidao’s wife tried to use this thing, and found out later Can't resonate with myself.

And with the movement of Yan Modao and Phantom Blade, there is no need for him to use the teleportation anchor point at all.

"I want a map of Liyue Field."

"Please wait."

After getting the map, Ling took out a hat from the storage bar and put it on his white hair. It was a small top hat, but it matched his clothes. The Fontaine or Monde of the Inazuma Katana are also good.

According to the experience of getting along with his mother, Ling needs to go to the statue of the Seven Heavens God in Liyue, and contact Morax with the resonance of the element force. The current Morax is probably not Zhongli, and Ling needs to cleanse the dirt on his body. And cure yourself of your nightmares at the same time.

"Boy over there, can you help me move something?"

An old woman waved to Ling. She was wearing green clothes and a pair of glasses. There was a box at her feet. Ling recognized the old woman at a glance.

Who doesn't know that Grandma Ping is an eternal god.

However, in his previous life, he had only played the Dust Song Pot and since he came out, he didn't belch because of card draws, but he still knew that Grandma Ping was a fairy.

Well now, the so-called immortal has met a real immortal.

This wave, this wave is true and false Li Kui.

"Thank you, young man, my old woman can't carry such a heavy thing."

"Sure, where are you going?"

Ling lifted the box on the ground, it was indeed heavy, but if Grandma Ping couldn't lift it, Ling wouldn't believe it, unless the box contained the dragon scales of Morax, otherwise Ling didn't think Grandma Ping couldn't lift it.

It's not that I can't take it, it should be that I dare not take it.

Now the lunch break is over, Liyue's people are busy again, Ling carries the box, and follows Grandma Ping towards Yujing Terrace.

"Hey, now that I'm old, I can't move these things. My child is still working. This person is old and his legs are inconvenient."

Ling said in his heart: I don't believe it.

"Young man, judging from your clothes, you should be an outsider. What are you doing in Liyue?"

"Find something."

"Are you really looking for something?"

Grandma Ping stopped, her hunched body made her look shorter than Ling. Looking at Grandma Ping's narrowed eyes, Ling always felt that when the shock wave god from the previous life looked at him, his heart was numb, quite The feeling of being caught without homework in the past.

"At noon tomorrow, go to the top of Tianheng Mountain."

"Eh?"

Before Ling could react, Grandma Ping disappeared, leaving only a glass lily with the box in his hand, with a scented envelope sandwiched between the petals.

To the son of Balzebul, welcome to Liyue.

Chapter 8

Hey, young people should pay attention to the occasion

It was late at night when Ningguang returned home, and her mother prepared some porridge for her.Ningguang handed the Mora meat to her mother, and the mother and daughter ate supper with a smile.Today, the family didn't need help, so Ningguang found a temporary job outside, sold some Qingxin at the port, and after earning a few thousand moras, Ningguang returned home happily.

Porridge with Mora meat is their usual supper at home. She thought of the white-haired boy she saw today, and couldn't help talking to her mother about that interesting person.

Listening to the description of the white-haired boy from her daughter, the mother suddenly felt a little familiar, and then she asked her child if the white-haired boy had blue eyes.

"Mother, does it have anything to do with eye color?"

"You may just remember that you had a good night's sleep, but I remember it very clearly."

"That was when you were five years old. There was a heavy snowfall in Liyue Port in winter, and even the port was covered by heavy snow. Under the command of Liyue Seven Stars, the Qianyan Army resisted the freezing brought by the severe cold."

"But those things are known to everyone, but our family, our daughter was sick at that time. You developed a high fever in that cold winter and it never went away. Your father wanted to go out to find a doctor, but the snow outside was too heavy. It’s so big that you can’t even get out the door.”

"But I remember I just fell asleep at the time."

While adding porridge for my mother, I tried to recall my childhood, but the result was just like what I thought. I could only remember that I fell asleep and had a dream of earning a lot of Mora. I dreamed that she had a big house. A house, a house that can float in the air.

"Oh, my silly daughter, your forehead was so hot that I used the snow on the window sill to cool you down. I wrapped the blood in gauze and put it on your head, so that my dazed daughter could barely feel better. Some."

Taking the bowl from Ningguang, her mother continued to tell the story of her childhood:

"The heavy snow that almost drowned Liyue was blowing outside, and the whole family was in a panic. There was no doctor, and the medicine at home didn't work. Except for the snow on the window sill, there was nothing to do."

"Your father was about to cry at that time. At this time, we heard someone knocking on the door. In the majestic heavy snow, where even the Qianyan Army could hardly move, our family members were knocked. .”

Ningguang had put down the Mora meat in her hand, and listened intently to her mother telling the story of the past, which was a story she never knew about as the protagonist.

"Your father went to open the door. He said that he saw a man in a black robe standing at the door in the wind and snow. He looked like a man from his figure. He was standing at the door. The strong wind and snow directly surrounded him. But, your father said, it was a fairy who came to our house."

"Fairy?"

"Yes, although the man is wearing a robe, the hair protruding from under the hood is white, just like the snow outside the house. Your father and I were already in a hurry, and the fairy said he was here to treat you. sick, we let him in."

Seeing her mother holding her hand, she seemed to have returned to that time when her child was suffering from illness. Although she had no memory of it, as a mother, she remembered it very clearly.

"The fairy sat by your bed, stroked your forehead, then took out a few bottles of medicine and handed them to me, and told me to mix these medicines and food for you to eat in the next few days. Then the fairy will be right next to you Sitting next to your bed all night, holding your hand, for a whole night."

"The next morning, the wind and snow were still there, but your fever had subsided. We couldn't believe it. Your father almost knelt down to thank the fairy. At that time, I noticed the eyes protruding from the fairy's robe. It's blue."

"blue eyes?"

"That's right, after that fairy touched your hair again, he left our house. Your father saw him disappear in the wind and snow, and then reappeared at the highest place in Liyue at that time, which is now Yujing Terrace."

"In the end, the immortal seemed to split the sky with a knife or a sword, and the snow stopped."

The mother packed up the bowls and chopsticks, but she thought of the guest in the hotel today, who also had white hair and blue eyes. This must be a coincidence, no wonder I have a good impression of him.

Let's meet tomorrow and make him more Mora meat.

Ling read the letter, and the envelope said the son of Balzeb, so it was very likely that it was a letter from Morax to himself, which meant that the moment he entered Rio, Morax knew he was coming.

That's right, after all, Morax is not like his mother, the god who manages the whole country will naturally notice his arrival, after all, he is a child of a neighboring country, but it really doesn't mean that Liyue is full of monitoring probes of Yan Wangdijun... ...Shouldn't my spell fail?

This is a spell taught to him by the wise and beautiful Yae Kamito.He also said that in Liyue, Dao Wife's spells didn't work.

Because this is Liyue.jpg

Ling lay on his bed with doubts in his arms. There were several bottles of medicine given to him by Master Daoxuan in the storage box. Methods.

If he can't fall asleep every night, then he will probably go crazy at any time.

Roll up the medicine with a cigarette paper, then light it up, and when one is extinguished, Ling lies directly on the bed, falling into an unconscious sleep.

"Master Fujiwara, the Adachi family will also have the New Year's Eve dinner you mentioned this year, remember to come here."

"Master Fujiwara, my daughter is staying at home again, please call her out!"

"Hahahahaha, Ling, I got some good wine, what? I'm not old enough to drink yet? Drink it first!"

"Master Ling, it's getting cold, I'll fix a scarf for you."

"Master!!! Have you eaten well?"

Ling woke up from his sleep, the sheets under his body were already wet, it seemed that the dose of one bottle of medicine was not enough, opened the inventory, he still had five bottles of these medicines left...he needed to get them Something to sleep on.

Tobacco, or alcohol.