Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 309 When the emperor does this, there must be...

While everyone was feasting, a dark green light suddenly flickered on the viewing platform on the top floor of Wangshu Inn.

A young man dressed in white short-fitting short-sleeved clothing, with a fluttering half sleeve on his left arm and a gray demon pestle hanging on his chest, appeared under the Fulong tree.

The crimson streamer on the back of the young man's neck flutters with the wind, and the light armor moiré on his wrist adds a bit of ancient charm to him.The censer at the waist was entangled with wisps of black air, as if it had gone through a difficult battle.

It was Yasha, Mandrill, the Dharma protector who returned after clearing the residue of the demon god at midnight.

At this moment, Shangxian Mandrill was shielded by the branches of the ancient Fulong tree on the top of the inn, and his molten gold eyes were fixed on Farmas who was appraising the drinks at the table.

Different from Zhongli's calmness and tolerance, and Wendy's friendliness and gentleness, Mandrill has been very indifferent since the first meeting, rejecting others thousands of miles away.

This is not because he hates anyone, but because he himself is trapped by demon karma. If the people close to him are not strong enough, they will not be able to suppress him, and they will not be able to protect him when he loses his mind, and then he will be affected by innocence.

Fortunately, he met Famas, and the millennium karma that even the emperor was helpless was cleared away. Although he has accumulated a lot these days, Mandrill thinks he can still handle it.

I wanted to tell the emperor about this happy event, but I never thought that the rock god who signed the contract with me had passed away suddenly.

Mandrill raised his eyes silently and looked into the distance. The mist rose from the stream of Dihuazhou, and the cold moonlight through the leaves turned into bright white clouds, which seemed like a fairyland.

After the emperor left, I am afraid that only the Fengshen of Mengde and the young man under the inn can suppress the karma in his body.

Mandrill took off the brown medicine sachet hanging from his waist, took out a paper bag folded into a square, unfolded it, dipped some powder in his finger and put it in his mouth.

This is the Lianli Zhenxin powder that the emperor prepared for him a few years ago, to suppress the power of karma in the body and relieve pain at the same time.

It should be decocted in water and swallowed with honey, but Mandrill still thinks it is more convenient to eat directly.

At that time, Huai'an, the innkeeper, sent a large bag of medicinal powder, saying it was the imperial edict. At that time, the emperor had anticipated his departure and had prepared medicine for him several years in advance.

And when the traveler came with the talisman of no taboos, Mandrill always felt that the emperor passed away suddenly, and later the immortals joined hands to invite him, and he felt that there might be something else hidden about this matter.

The emperor must have deep meaning in doing this, right?
At the moment when the ritual of delivering the immortals is in full swing, and the conflict between the Liyue Seven Stars and the immortals continues to intensify, only Mandrill has always firmly believed that the rock god who has guarded Liyue for thousands of years has not left... Even if he passes away, it will not be like this Abruptly leave Li Yue alone.

Therefore, Mandrill, who never cared about worldly affairs, approached Phil Godette, the owner of Wangshu Inn, and inquired about the status quo of Liyue Port and Seven Stars many times, hoping to understand Dijun's arrangements.

The result, of course, was nothing.

"Shangxian lives far away in Dihuazhou, why is he suddenly so concerned about Hong Kong and China?"

Phil Godet asked the young fairy who was not good at words in surprise.

Mandrill habitually stared at Boss Fei with a cold face, but instead made the latter consciously slip up, and entrusted cook Yanxiao to make almond tofu to make amends.

Now seeing Famas and the active traveler in Liyue Harbor again, Mandrill began to hesitate again.

The girl used to look for him with a talisman of no taboos, and helped prepare the ceremony for sending the fairy, so she might know more secrets.

And Famas, who helped him for no reason when he lost control.

Anyone who has had close acquaintance with Mandrill knows that this fairy with a cold expression actually attaches great importance to the favor and help of others.

The two left in a hurry last time, and I fell into a coma due to physical reasons. Now that we meet again, we should also thank each other.

Mandrill was standing by the railing, the moonlight fell on his side face, stretching his shadow very long, the lonely back formed a huge contrast with the inn full of red lanterns.

"Ok?"

Famas, who was sitting at the bottom of the inn, seemed to be aware of Mandrill's gaze, and after finishing his glass of wine, he suddenly looked up at the Fulong tree on the top of the inn.

The trunk of the Fulong ancient tree in Panyan is extremely thick, and only five or six people can hold it together. The ground tens of feet away from the trunk is full of criss-crossing roots, and the crown stretches around, completely blocking even the bright moonlight. .

Aware of being spotted by the other party, Mandrill disappeared without expression, leaving behind a few traces of black aura.

"Famas, what are you looking at?"

Holding a bowl and sipping custard, Ying noticed the young man's movements, raised her head curiously, and looked in the direction Famas was watching.

But all I can see are the luxuriant Fulong trees and the magnificent towers where people flow.

Zhong Li, who was half full, also put down his bowl and chopsticks and raised his head. His emerald eyes passed through the obstruction of the branches and leaves, and glanced at the mandrill on the top of the inn. He looked away calmly, showing his dignity.

The young immortal who had been watching the three of them just now had already shifted his position, sitting sideways on the huge branch of the ancient tree, supporting his weight with his left hand, and resting his elbow on his knee gracefully.

"Just now it seemed that the little green-haired lady with flowery arms was spying on us."

Seeing Zhongli's small movements, Famas couldn't help but bend his mouth upwards, and answered casually.

The voice was not loud, but Mandrill, who was concentrating on a few people, could hear clearly.

Looking up at the moonlight, the handsome young fairy heard Famasi's words, the indifferent aura in his golden pupils froze, and he almost couldn't sit still, and fell directly from the tree.

In the hearts of the residents of Liyue Port, the three-eyed and five-manifested immortals who live among the clouds have a very high reputation.

Every auspicious day, people will burn incense and pray, praying for the blessing of the gods.

But people don't pray to the mandrill.

Because Mandrill is not a lucky star who can bring auspiciousness and wealth, but a Yasha who fights to the death with evil spirits.

Behind the bright lights of thousands of households in Liyue Port, there are endless battles. These battles have no end and no winners.No one to witness, no one to appreciate.

Even if Mandrill doesn't care about people's offerings, no one dares to belittle him.

But right now...

Ignorant mortals don't respect immortal masters!

"Flower arm, Zhengtai..."

Ying recalled the characteristics mentioned by the boy, and then patted Paimon's ass.

The little mascot has swept away most of the dishes on the table, but still stares at the fragrant and oily barbecue at the next table.

Feeling the slap on the buttocks, Paimeng's attention was drawn back, and he rested his chin on Ying's head angrily: "Smelly Baodi...cough cough, Famas should be talking about the immortal mandrill, right?"

Ying, belatedly, looked at the slender and tall Zhongli and Famasi, and nodded as if suddenly enlightened.

The last time she came to the inn to look for Mandrill with a talisman of no taboos, Ying only remembered the icy cold expression and sharp and dangerous eyes of the Great Sage of Conquering Demons, subconsciously ignoring the other's height.

Thinking back now, Mandrill seems to be really... about the same height as me.

Several people were discussing the height of the young immortal at the table unscrupulously, while the person at the top of the Wangshu Inn was experiencing complicated psychological changes.

From the curiosity at the beginning, to the disdain when being criticized by others, it finally turned into silent silence.

For a monster with karma like myself, it's normal for ordinary people to point at it, right?
Mandrill sighed lightly.

I originally planned to show up to thank Famas and the traveler, but now I think it is unnecessary.

The young man got up, and the magic weapon decorations on his body collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and the Nuo face hanging on his waist also flickered in the shadow of the leaves.

This is a gift from the emperor to Yasha.

The main colors of the mask are black, green and gold, bright but not frivolous, solemn and mysterious.

The eyes are like copper bells, the mouth shows fangs, and the head has horns, giving people a sense of ferocious fear.The eyes in the middle of the forehead symbolize the eyes of wisdom, and the decoration of black eyebrow lines adds momentum and is intended to deter all directions.

Mandrill couldn't figure out the emperor's arrangement, so the only thing he could do now was follow the contract and continue to clean up the demon god residue in Dihuazhou.

However, when the boy was about to put on the Nuo mask and go out to inspect the evil spirits, Zhongli's peaceful words sounded:
"Although this Immortal Mandrill looks like a young man, his real age is over two thousand years old."

"There was a book included in the Wanwen Collection, called "The Record of the Yashas of the Dharma Protectors". If you want to know the stories of a few Yashas, ​​you may wish to borrow it."

Putting down the chopsticks in his hand, Zhongli pondered for a moment and then raised his head slightly, his eyes crossed the viewing platform and the dense leaves, and collided with Mandrill's cold gaze.

"A very familiar look... Dijun?"

Zhongli's silent eyes made Mandrill lose his focus for a short while, and then he immediately returned to normal.

Elegant and courteous... This person is probably Zhongli, the guest of the past life hall that Philgodette said.

But the inexplicable sense of familiarity made Mandrill even more puzzled.After a little hesitation, he put the Nuo mask back on his waist.

It seems that I have to visit the three of them tonight.

　Cough cough cough, is it too late to wish readers a happy new year? ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)