Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 239

Ying, who returned to Baiju Nilv first, had already entered the bathroom to take a bath.

In her mind, she never thought that Farmas would shamelessly run into her and Paimon's room.

After a while, the blond girl stood up from the slightly cool bath water, dried her body and pushed open the bathroom door. Immediately, she saw the little Paimon in the center of the entire bed in a big character shape.

"Paimon, don't occupy the whole bed by yourself..."

Ying wiped off the water droplets on her hair with a towel, and the tip of her hair was still stained with water, and the light in her eyes was shining brightly.

Throwing the bath towel in her hand onto the wooden chair beside her, Ying sat on the edge of the bed, got into the quilt with her legs together, and found a comfortable position. Just as she was about to close her eyes and rest, she was pressed down on her thigh by a heavy object.

"Don't, don't!"

"Ying smells so good."

Paimon hugged Ying's thigh, and enjoyed rubbing Ying's freshly washed skin.

"Itch, Paimon...let go!"

Ying shook her right leg, trying to throw Paimon off. Although she often slept with her in the wild and was used to the clingy little guy, Ying, whose thigh was sneak attacked, still patted Paimon's head habitually.

Curling her legs and hugging Paimon to her stomach, Ying let out a sigh of relief.

After a day of running around, her legs were already faintly sore, and it happened that Paimon's hands were restless, so she just treated it as a massage for herself.

Ying leaned on the bed and thought about the information she had received in the past few days.

According to Famas, after the Demon God War ended, the rock god Morax was the strongest of the seven gods, even if a thousand years had passed, this would not change easily.

So Ying didn't think anyone on the Tivat Continent could take the life of the Rock God so easily.

Unless... he voluntarily.

Making such a bold assumption, Ying looked around with some guilt.

The noisy Liyue Market on a moonlit night was still brightly lit, but there were only a few small lattice windows in the room where Ying and Paimon lived, revealing a faint yellow light. The little emergency food rested its head on Ying's lap, A warm atmosphere arises spontaneously.

Paimon narrowed his eyes and muttered something in Ying's arms.

The blond girl touched the little head resting on her lap, and gently put her hands over Paimon's ears.

"Rest early, Paimon."

Ying's gentle voice suddenly came into the ears, and the palms covering the ears still kept the voice, and the voice of sighing and relaxing flowed on the tip of Paimon's heart.

"Hey, good!"

Paimon shrunk his neck and curled up obediently on Ying's stomach.

On the other hand, Zhongli, who was thinking about life on Guiliyuan, also slowly returned to Liyue Port, but before that, he went to Chunxiang kiln where Miss Yinger was on duty.

On the surface, Chunxiang Kiln looks like an ordinary porcelain shop, but at the same time, it also deals in rouge and gouache.

It was getting late, Ying'er was cleaning the porcelain in the shop, and was about to close. Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhongli, whom she often met, slowly arrived at the entrance of the Xiangyao.

"Miss Ying'er, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm here to pick up the porcelain that I ordered in your shop earlier."

Zhong Li stared at Ying'er's movements with a flat face, but he knew that Miss Ying'er was notoriously rude.

"Ah, so that's the case, but it's just a trivial matter."

Ying'er smiled, turned around and glanced at the dozens of pieces of exquisite porcelain placed behind her, and tapped her fingertips in the void, while searching and examining, she looked at Zhongli's faintly red eyes from the corner of her eye.

"Speaking of..."

The corners of Ying'er's mouth curled up slowly, holding the porcelain plate firmly in her hands.

"Earlier today, a traveler named Ying came with her little pet, and asked me to teach them how to make balm."

"Because I was busy making the porcelain customized by Mr. Zhongli, I just wrote the recipe to them and asked them to go to Wanmintang to find Xiangling..."

Ying'er lowered her head and carefully packed the porcelain plate. Her slender fingers were carefully flipping over the wooden box and the packing rope. Her thumb and forefinger held the rope and rubbed it between her fingertips.

"I asked who this balm was made for...it was for you?"

Ying'er raised her hand, repeating the kneading movement clearly, shaking the string between her fingers.

"You actually want a girl to give you balm... It seems that Mr. Zhongli is still a passionate person?"

Although it was a balm dedicated to the rock god, strictly speaking, these balms could indeed be considered as a gift to Zhongli.

In the past, Zhongli would just pretend that he didn't hear it, but seeing the weird smile on Yinger's face, he still thought about it for a while, and explained: "These ointments are only used as funeral objects."

"To be buried with..."

The smile on Ying'er's face froze suddenly, and the hands of the one who handed out the porcelain were also frozen in the air.

The ceremonial ceremony of sending immortals is actually a more solemn burial ceremony, and the balm is dedicated to the rock god, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a funerary object.

An imperceptible smile rose from the corner of Zhongli's mouth, and he took the wrapped porcelain from Yinger's hand as if triumphant.

"You actually took the balm that the girl gave you as a funeral object... you really deserve to be Mr. Ke Qing from the Hall of Death."

This time Zhongli's smile froze, he always felt that he and Ying'er were communicating across servers.

"Everyone is thinking about Mr. Ke Qing's ideal type. Mr. Zhongli, who is knowledgeable and talented, is generous and decent in his dealings with others, and has such a face... But no one has ever heard of it."

"Could it be...Mr. Zhongli likes men? It's a pity that he doesn't look like it, but in this way, I still have a chance..."

Ying'er stood aside quietly, couldn't help raising her hand, covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, her eyebrows couldn't help but become crooked.

"With no distracting thoughts in your heart, you can complete the things in the Hall of Rebirth."

Under Ying'er's meaningful eyes, Zhongli coughed lightly, made an excuse, and turned back to the Hall of Rebirth.

Looking at Zhongli who was almost running away, Yinger who had witnessed the whole process stood aside quietly, at this moment she finally couldn't help raising her hand, covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, her eyebrows could not help but become crooked.

Back in the Hall of Resurrection, Zhongli put the extra two boxes of balm back into the cabinet. To prevent the walnuts from being turned around, he sealed the cabinet with divine power, then put the porcelain in his hand on the wooden cabinet on the first floor, and finally returned to his own In the room, he walked to the ebony desk and sat down, and began to make tea gracefully.

Hu Tao is a night owl, and most of the time he is wandering around Wuwangpo now, and will return at dawn.

"I wonder if that fellow Famas has returned to Liyue?"

Zhongli poured the brewed tea into a white jade-like cup, took off his coat, put it on a chair, took a sip of the steaming tea, let out a long breath, walked to the bedside, and prepared to Make up the bed that Wendy and Farmas slept in a few days ago.

Finally, there is no need to go to Beiguo Bank to stay overnight.

However, when Zhong Li looked at his little bed with a smile on his face, a group of abnormal bumps made him clenched his fists.

Lifting the quilt, wearing only shorts, the red-and-white-haired boy who was sleeping sprawled came into view.

There was still a little crystal clear liquid in the corner of the boy's mouth, which happened to be dripping on Zhongli's most beloved sandalwood pillow.

"Famas..."

A rock gun appeared in Zhongli's hand.

"Go away...who dares...to disturb my rest!"

Hearing Zhongli's voice, Famas, who was sleeping comfortably, frowned, turned over in a childlike voice, and waved his arms, trying to drive away the person who disturbed his sleep.

The lazy look made Zhong Li even angrier.

Why is it so natural for you to occupy other people's things!

"This is my bed…"

"Everything is moving..."

(End of this chapter)