Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

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Little Paimeng flew to the flower bed to have a look, and sure enough, there were only a few remaining flowers of the glass lily, which completely lost the interest of people to enjoy.

"These little flowers...why do you thank them?"

Little Paimon was puzzled, obviously it was just the right time for spring.

"Hehehe." Grandma Ping smiled with a charitable look.

"When I was young, people in Liyue often said that Liuli Lily understood people's hearts. 1"

Lin Zhibei raised his eyebrows, when Grandma Ping was young?

How many years ago was that?

"If they hear beautiful sounds, they will grow well."

"Sounds like singing and laughing."

"On the contrary, if you listen to depressing voices, you will wither quickly."

Lin Zhibei knew about this.

For details, please refer to: Traveler destroys the glass lily.mp4

After listening to Grandma Ping's explanation, Yingmei understood:

"So that's how it is. The Liuli Lilies are also feeling the restlessness in Liyue."

Grandma Ping nodded:

"Yes."

"Right now, Quan Liyue is discussing the death of the emperor."

"Some people said that it was a conspiracy secretly planned by fools, and some people said that it was because the suppressed demon god in the sea couldn't be suppressed."

"Some people even suspect that this is a farce planned by Qixing."

Hearing these words, Lin Zhibei wanted to sneer.

He knows the real situation.

I'm afraid the people of Liyue would never have dreamed that the emperor's death was planned by the emperor himself.

Of course, if he hadn't played the game, Lin Zhibei wouldn't have guessed it.

"In short, the current Liyue always makes people feel a little precarious."

"Hey..." Grandma Ping couldn't help sighing again.

"So, young people, are you looking for my old lady, what's the matter?"

Lin Zhibei said, "We're here to borrow Dichen Bell."

"Oh?"

"That thing, I remember, I remember."

"Someone did put it here for me, it's just..."

Yingmei was puzzled: "Just what?"

"It's just that I can't remember exactly where I put it, old lady."

"It was a little thing that a friend of mine from my youth always hung around."

"He saw that I was always looking at this little bell pitifully, so he gave it to me later."

"Hehehehe."

"It's really nostalgic."

Grandma Ping told the story of the past, and Lin Zhibei only felt that there was a picture in front of him.

?A request for flowers 0.....

A young girl who likes to hum a song she learned from nowhere and follow that man

Jingle Bell?

Every time the man took a step, the bell hanging on his body rang crisply.

The melodious sound of the bell seems to cleanse the spiritual filth.

And the girl next to the man has been staring at the bell on the man's waist, as if she likes it very much.

The god-like man was so delicate in his thoughts, as if he had noticed the girl's eyes.

"Ping'er, do you like this dust-cleaning bell?"

The song humming softly in the girl's mouth never stopped, she just nodded.

A faint smile appeared on the man's face, and he took the bell off his waist.

A golden light flashed in his hand, and a red string was added to the bell, which could just hang on the girl's fair neck

0 ...

"I'll give it to you, it matches your fairy name."

"Ge Chen Lang City, Di Chen Ling."

The girl held the bell in both hands, treating it like a treasure.

"It's just that if someone asks you to borrow this bell in the future, don't be reluctant."

"Comforting the souls of the dead is the real function of this bell."

The girl nodded slightly, and held the bell in her hand more cherishingly.

"Hey, I'm an old man, I can't get up quickly when I find things."

"It's okay, we'll do it ourselves."

Yingmei suggested.

"Yes, mother-in-law, we can accompany you home and find it by ourselves."

Little Paimon also echoed.

"Hehehe, thank you so much, children."

"However, my home is nearby, so don't worry too much."

Little Paimon was shocked when Grandma Ping said that his home was nearby:

"Grandma, is your house near here? This is Yujing Terrace!"

"The house in Yujingtai is probably very expensive!"

As expected of Paramount, money is never forgotten.

"Hehehehe, I can't afford this Liyue's real estate."

Grandma Ping pouted at a jug on the table beside her, "Here, look at this little broken pot, all my old stuff is inside."

Yingmei was shocked, and Paimon was even more shocked.

Lin Zhibei, who had known everything for a long time, snatched up Paimeng from behind.

"Otherwise, why don't Paimon go into the pot and have a look?"

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Lin Zhibei looked at Paimeng maliciously, sneaked up behind Paimeng, and grabbed him.

"ah--"

"Brother Bei, what are you doing! You scared me to death!"

Little Paimeng was carried away by Lin Zhibei, looking very dissatisfied.

And Lin Zhibei still had that smirk on his face:

"Otherwise, why don't Paimon go into the pot and have a look?"

When little Paimeng heard this, he felt his blood surge up, struggling in Lin Zhibei's hands:

"I can't get in, no matter how I think about it, I can't get in!"

"And why should I go in?"

"If you want to see the inside, why don't you lift the lid of the pot!"

Little Paimeng broke free from Lin Zhibei's grasp, and looked at Lin Zhibei puffed up while holding his hands.

Yingmei didn't mean to talk to Gang Meng at all.

What she thought in her heart coincided with Lin Zhibei's.

"Why even Ying looks malicious!"

Seeing the smug expression on Yingmei's face, little Paimeng became even angrier.

Seeing the three of them fighting and fighting, Ping's "Leng Wusan" grandma's eyes were full of love, as if she saw the shadow of the past from the three of them.

"Hehehe, kids."

"Anyway, the Dichen Bell is inside, just go if you want."

Paimon became more and more confused, "Why is this mother-in-law even weirder than Brother Bei?"

"Let's see for ourselves...it's supposed to be a joke for us."

While Paimon was talking, Lin Zhibei had already stepped up.

He just touched the lid of the pot, and suddenly, a gust of Bai Miaomiao's immortal energy gushed out of the pot.

"This is?!"

The immortal energy gushing out of the pot immediately engulfed the three of them.

When Lin Zhibei's consciousness returned to his body again, he was already standing in the pot of Zhenjun Gechenlang City

"It's amazing..."

Even Lin Zhibei, who possessed countless unique skills, said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

"Sure enough, something like immortal art cannot be understood with common sense."

Yingmei and Paimeng beside him couldn't understand, "Xianshu?"

"Is that old lady a fairy?!"

"You haven't noticed it until now?"

"Should I say you are stupid or slow?"

Lin Zhibei walked forward with his arms folded, not forgetting to bury Yingmei and Xiao Paimeng Although Yingmei and Xiao Paimeng were angry, they had no choice but to keep up with Lin Zhibei.

"Wait for us."

The three of them here went to find Dichenling, and it was no problem.

On the other side, in Beiguo Bank.

The young master was lying on a dilapidated sofa, and he didn't know where he got it from

At this moment, a black shadow emerged from the ground, it was the young master's only current subordinate, York.

"Cough cough."

York looked at the young master who was taking a nap, and coughed lightly twice.

"Ok?"

The young master woke up from his sleep, but he was still a little confused.

"Any news?"

He rubbed his eyes, looked at York who was kneeling in front of him and asked.

"My lord, I have brought back the news of the immortal ancestor Fashui for you."