This heroine is so despicable

Shen He didn't understand where the gun came from. Ying and Paimon were wondering why Xing changed weapons, while Zhongli was carefully observing the burning tip of the gun with a very subtle expression.

"This spear tip looks like amber, but it is made of an unheard-of material. And... it seems to have a strange power."

Xing glanced at the other person and said, "Mr. Zhongli knows a lot."

"I just did some research on the mineral deposits... Traveler, you can feel it, too. Although there is a flame burning, this fire element is very stable."

[It is protection. I added the power of protection.]

Ying slowly approached, opened her elemental vision and took a closer look, then nodded: "Indeed, if it is this kind of fire..."

"It should be safe to use for identifying samples of Yebo Stone. Come on, remember, the brighter and bluer the luster, the better the quality of the ore."

Several people brought the samples close to the flame, and soon decided which one to choose.

The boss, who had been fussing about it, was startled when he heard that this was used to make instruments for the ceremony of sending immortals.

"Sending off the Immortal Ceremony!? That means... Prince Yan, he really is..."

Xing was about to explain her "big chess view" when Zhongli spoke up first:

"Maybe he really died."

"It's hard to believe... Hey! Although our Jie Cui Hang is a little declining now, our ancestors have always been blessed by Lord Yan. It is said that two hundred years ago, Lord Yan went to the south of the city in disguise and tasted folk snacks when he got lost. He used the jade spoon of our Jie Cui Hang... All is in the past... Alas, all is in the past..."

Xing touched his chin thoughtfully:

"How could Lord Yan get lost? Could it be that he really has Alzheimer's disease and doesn't want to do this anymore?"

"Hey...Boss, don't be too sad."

Zhongli coughed.

“I believe that with the joint efforts of the Liyue Seven Stars and all the down-to-earth businessmen, Liyue will continue to prosper as always.”

[It's hard to say. Without the restraint and supervision of a fair and just God, mortals will inevitably make mistakes over time. Isn't the godless Mondstadt a precedent? As a model of nobility, the cold and noble Lawrence eventually degenerated into a brutal ruler.]

Xing can only say that I don’t have a good opinion on this.

In the end, the boss, who was somewhat saddened by learning of the passing of Prince Yan, made a decision that went against his ancestors - he gave several people a 50% discount.

Now that the Night Stone has been decided, the rest can be left to the jeweler. The next step is...

"It's just on the way. Next, we should go prepare the ointment for the ceremony. If we want to make the ointment for worshipping the gods, the quality of the colorful flower required is also very special. Its fragrance is very elegant, especially suitable for solemn occasions of offering sacrifices to immortals and gods."

Following Zhongli, they found the vendor. When Zhongli was popularizing the knowledge of the upper class, the vendor heard that the vendor wanted to use the Immortal Ceremony, and immediately offered to give it to them for free. It was also a token of his appreciation for Lord Yan. Moreover...

"——If it weren't for the poem written by Prince Yan, how could these precious colorful flowers be so valuable... If it weren't for Prince Yan, there would be no place for a commoner like me to live... Alas..."

After thanking the boss who had fallen into sadness again, everyone felt somewhat emotional. For Liyue, many details in life seemed to bear the marks left by Prince Yan over the years.

Now that the flowers were in hand, Mr. Zhongli knew someone who could make the ointment, so he asked a few people to go to the city to ask, while he went to arrange the ceremony venue and find a jeweler.

"So, where can we find someone who knows how to make ointment?"

Xing leaned in and sniffed Shen He: "Ahe smells really good, very fragrant."

Ying also came closer and smelled it: "This seems to be... the smell of Qingxin?"

Shen He was attacked from both sides, and was somewhat at a loss. She could only explain that she did not use any ointment, and that it was probably because she had been eating various herbs for many years.

Finally, after asking around in the city, they learned that Miss Ying'er from Chunxiang Kiln often made her own ointments, and many rich girls would go to her to order them.

The sign of Chunxiang Kiln is quite eye-catching, but what is even more eye-catching is Miss Ying'er, who is standing at the door and seems to have been waiting for a few people since early morning.

She was wearing a lavender traditional Liyue costume, and her eyes were full of smiles as she looked at the few people. Compared with the girls Xing had dealt with before, she might not be stunning enough, but she was very attractive.

[The hairstyle is a bit dangerous]

"Dear guests, welcome to Chunxiang Kiln. You will never forget this place~"

Paimon looked at the merchandise on the shelves in the store: "So, this is where they sell porcelain?"

"Yes, but I see that you are here to help me make perfume. I have heard that there are some strangers who are looking for people with good smell all over the city. I wonder what kind of perfume you want?"

Just as Ying was about to answer, Xing came over and sniffed:

"Why not use the one you have?"

There was a hint of surprise in Ying'er's eyes:

"Oh, but I didn't use any perfume at all. Could it be that you are addicted to my body odor? That would be very embarrassing..."

Paimon looked at the two of them strangely, hugged his shoulders and frowned slightly:

"What strange things are you talking about? Traveler, quickly bring out those three kinds of colorful flowers!"

"Three servings?"

Ying'er's eyes swept over the three of them.

"Indeed, there is one for each of you three. However, I just need an assistant to help me for now. You guys..."

Ying stepped forward consciously: "Let me do it."

"Okay then, but while I'm boiling the ointment, you have to focus on me. Let's go. I'll go to the synthesis table first..."

The synthesis platform was not far from Chunxiang Kiln, and no one was using it. Ying'er took the colorful flower and demonstrated it to Yingmei:

"The technique for making ointment is very different from that for alchemy. Let me teach you. Hold the pestle gently... tenderly like this..."

[This action, this look... am I seeing this right? This woman actually dares to tease your younger sister? Come on, Pioneer, teach her a lesson! ]

That's what I meant! Fight!

Xing immediately stepped forward, squeezed in between the two of them, and gently held Ying'er's hand:

"I'm also quite interested. Sister Ying'er, why don't you teach me?"

Feeling the other person's fingertips gently stroking the palm of her hand, Ying'er was slightly stunned, but she still smiled again.

"Okay, but you have to be good..."

Before she could finish her words, Xing came up from the side and grabbed Sister Ying'er's hand:

"Is that right?"

"Yes... that's right. Yes, make sure your palms are pressed tightly together so it won't slip off easily..."

Xing did as he was told, but it was obviously not Usuki that he was clinging to:

"And then~"

Ying'er felt a little uneasy, thinking, has she run into a real female hooligan?

But how could she just give up like that?

"Then... stir it at the rhythm that suits you best... until the juice of the neon flower comes out..."

Xing came closer and closer, pretending to blow his warm breath gently into Ying'er's ear:

"Do you want to keep doing this until the juice comes out?"

Ying'er swallowed subconsciously:

"……right……"

"I understand, Sister Ying'er. I will try my best~"

In the following time, Paimeng and Shen He on the side just looked at Xing in confusion, as if his IQ had suddenly dropped offline. He slowly learned how to make essential oils, making mistakes from time to time and asking Ying'er for help with an extremely serious attitude.

And Yingmei, who was standing next to her, also blushed slightly from time to time.

"Okay... okay, it's OK!"

Ying'er let out a long sigh and pretended to accidentally push away Xing, who seemed to be still unsatisfied.

"Ahem! Next... Next is to heat the essential oil over a slow fire. The heating temperature is very important. If the fire is too high, the fragrance will be affected. It needs to be heated until the water is almost evaporated. At Wanmin Hall..."

"Need not."

Xing summoned his own flaming spear.

"If you want to control the temperature, I have a gun that can be used. Sister Ying'er, come and try it~"

“Ah? This… this is…”

Ying'er looked at the flaming spear in confusion, which was so thick that it cast a shadow directly on her face.

"Come and give it a try, Sister Ying'er."

Xing grabbed Ying'er's hand and placed it on the barrel of the Flame Gun.

"Don't be fooled by its scary appearance, it's actually very well behaved. Just gently hold the barrel of the gun and you'll find it's not hot at all, just warm. It's just the right thickness for one hand to hold..."

"Indeed...but this is also..."

"Don't worry. Come on, let's put the essential oil on the tip of the gun, and then extract the juice of the neon flowers little by little until there is not a drop left."

[Flame Gun: If I had known it would be used like this, I would have disappeared along with Lady Alisa Rand.]

Xing held Ying'er's hand tightly, and also hugged her waist to prevent her from escaping, looking at her with a smile:

"You said it, Sister Ying'er, and you have to tell me the force of the gun at any time, whether it's slower or faster~"

Paimon on the side couldn't help but correct him:

"You should say higher or lower, right? How can you describe temperature as fast or slow?"

"Ah, Paimon is right... Then Sister Ying'er, if you feel uncomfortable, please tell me at any time! I will follow your pace~"

Not sure if it was because of the temperature or something else, Ying'er could only nod with a blushing face.

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After dozens of minutes, under the precise temperature control of the flame gun, the few people successfully made three parts of the ointment.

Xingye finally let go of Ying'er, who was already a little unsteady, and said with a smile:

"Thank you, Sister Ying'er! When I have time in the future, I will definitely come to Chunxiang Kiln to visit Sister Ying'er~"

Ying'er waved her hands and looked at Xing in fear:

"This time... I really misjudged you, little sister..."

"What is Sister Ying'er saying? I don't understand~"

Ying'er stood up again and let out a long sigh:

"Okay, the balm is done. That should be all you need my help with, right?"

She walked forward and pinched Xing's face unhappily:

"Sister, let me give you one last word - if you want to have your feet in multiple relationships, you should think carefully about which foot to lift first. Otherwise, with your philandering nature... hehe..."

With a wave of her hand, Ying'er said goodbye to everyone.

Ying, who was standing by, was still blushing and looked at Xing hesitantly:

"Are we..."

"Who dared her to tease you? Shouldn't she learn this lesson?"

Xing Yi grabbed Yingmei and Shenhe's hands:

"Let's go and report to Mr. Zhongli~"

Volume 077: Under the Blazing Sun: A Sudden Ambush

Carrying three bottles of ointment, the three of them quickly found Zhongli, who had just finished his work. The latter took them to the Seven Heavens Statue to offer the ointment to the Emperor.

Unexpectedly, as the Seven Days Statue glowed slightly, the Emperor seemed to like the third perfume very much - the fragrance was soft but lingering, like a hazy mist... In short, it was the one suitable for mature sisters.

Several people were a little surprised, and Paimon even touched his head: "Could it be that... Emperor Yanwang is actually a big sister?"

[Although you subconsciously think it’s impossible, but… it wouldn’t be bad if it were true.]

"Wait, that's not right. If Lord Yan has passed away, then logically the Seven Days Statue wouldn't have any reaction, right?"

"Oh!" Paimon also reacted, "It seems that your inference is more in line with this..."

Because they were right next to the Seven Days Statue, Ying planned to continue with Mr. Zhongli to complete the remaining procedures of the ceremony of sending the immortals, while Xing planned to take this opportunity to go to Mondstadt to collect the batch of grain from Grandpa Lu.

Therefore, she said goodbye to Shen He temporarily, and then asked Ying Mei to take her to the anchor point closest to Chenxi Winery, who pointed out the direction for her:

"Keep going southwest until you reach the edge of the cliff, and you'll see the winery. From there, you can use the Wings of Wind to float over and get there quickly. As for returning to Liyue... continue west along the road, and you'll come across another anchor point."