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

"It's a fart son, no matter how you think about it, it can't be a son."

"The guy in the Xiangshengtang who never brought any money!"

Yingmei and Paimeng looked at each other and finally realized.

"God of Mora without Mora?!".

Chapter 170 Nine

Lin Zhibei tapped Paimeng's empty head, pretending to be listening to the echo.

"Strange, it's not empty, why are you so stupid?"

Paimon covered his head and pouted dissatisfiedly.

"Who says I'm stupid, let me compare my wit."

The clever Paimeng turned to Yingmei and said:

"Ying, do you remember what I told you before?"

Ying shook her head, said with a disdainful expression:

"You whisper to me so much every day, who remembers?"

"I'm so pissed off, it's all useful words!"

"Hmph, I don't have the same knowledge as you. Did I say that the color of Zhongli's clothes is very similar to the dragon on the invitation ceremony?"

"do you remember?"

After being mentioned by Paimeng, Yingmei remembered.

Paimon seems to have really said such a thing.

"I did say that, so that's the case..."

Yingmei pinched her chin with her little hand and said as if recalling.

Lin Zhibei next to him felt a little dumbfounded when he heard this.

Can you still tell who is the Rock God in this way?

"Okay, okay, two great detectives."

Lin Zhibei stretched out both hands, angrily mistaken the yellow and white dog's head.

"If you go to the Living Hall now, you might be able to intercept Zhongli who just returned from Hu.

"I won't go with you."

"I have to go to sleep."

Lin Zhibei yawned after finishing speaking.

It's almost one o'clock in the night now, according to Lin Zhibei's biological clock

"sleep?"

Yingmei felt a little surprised.

"Where are you going to sleep?"

Lin Zhibei pointed to the Qunyu Pavilion behind him.

, It's time to go to bed.

"Hey, this is where I sleep."

As soon as these words came out, Yingmei blushed red after she realized it.

Brother Bei is sleeping here, isn't that...

Jealousy and shame immediately occupied Yingmei's heart.

It took me a long time to say a word.

"Brother Bei, shameless."

Paimon has followed suit.

"Shameless, slightly slightly."

"Okay, okay, I'm shameless."

Lin Zhibei said perfunctorily, then sighed.

"Hey, I originally planned to send you to the Hall of Death, but now, forget it."

"Who made me shameless?"

As soon as these words came out, Yingmei and Paimeng rushed forward immediately.

"elder brother!"

Worthy of being a traveler, it really is enough.

The face-changing master belongs to yes.

With a thought in Lin Zhibei's mind, two flying swords flew out behind him.

This is what he used to send Yingmei and little Paimeng to the Hall of Death.

Where can I fly fast?

It's no big deal for Yingmei to chat with Zhongli, just talk about Lin Zhibei's side.

After a dark and sweet dream, Lin Zhibei woke up from the only bedroom in Qunyu Pavilion.

Rubbing his eyes, Ningguang beside him is still asleep, it seems that it is because of being too tired last night

Don't get me wrong, this overwork refers to the battle with the demon god, not the battle with Lin Zhibei.

Lin Zhibei never tires his women.

He stretched comfortably, put on a casual dress, and walked out of Qunyu Pavilion.

Standing by the side of Qunyu Pavilion, he overlooked the entire Liyue, the great rivers and mountains, and he had a panoramic view.

"I compete casually, but I know the suffering of the people."

Lin Zhibei murmured.

"Morax, did you become Liyue's god in the same way back then?"

Looking at the newly awakened Liyue Land and the newly born sun in the east, Lin Zhibei suddenly felt that he could connect with Morax who was more than 3000 years ago.

Cleaning up one side is just to protect a corner of the floating world.

Lin Zhibei's affection for Liyue, who is based on China, is naturally very deep.

In the end, Lin Zhibei made up his mind to succeed the Rock God.

Now no one can force Lin Zhibei to do anything.

But Lin Zhibei will not shirk his own responsibility.

Besides, governing Liyue is just a matter of a clone, and it's not really a big deal.

And this thousand-year-old country, in Lin Zhibei's view, has great potential.

Thinking about Li Yueri's future development in his head, Lin Zhibei suddenly felt a pair of soft little hands wrapped around his waist.

"you're awake?"

Lin Zhibei said to the people behind him.

Besides Ning Guang, who else could it be?

At this moment, Ning Guang does not wear makeup, but she looks more pure with a plain face.

I am afraid that except for Lin Zhibei, no one has ever seen such a lovely gaze.

Just this action of hugging yourself from behind.

How do you feel that I am a woman?

Lin Zhibei slandered.

"I've already sent people to prepare the venue at Guiliyuan, and the time is tonight." Ning Guang said in Lin Zhibei's ear.

"When the time comes, the whole Liyue will witness that you have ascended to the rank of god and succeeded the god of rock."

Regarding his own strength, although Lin Zhibei didn't specify it, he still revealed some,

"Don't force yourself, do you hear me?"

Ning Guang's tone was a little reproachful, as if he was afraid that Lin Zhibei would be hurt.

But Lin Zhibei just smiled lightly.

"rest assured."

Lin Zhibei had more important things to do before succeeding to the throne.

That is.

storytelling.

"Today, it seems like it's time to talk about the solution of the soldier riding the bull.

It's called Ningguang Anxin.

Chapter 180 Red Clothes (for Subscription)

The Ninglin Grand Theater this afternoon can be said to be more lively than any other day.

It's not because he knows Lin Zhibei's true strength.

Everyone actually didn't know, because what happened yesterday was required to be kept secret.

If someone leaks the secret, then according to Ningguang's words, "it will be quite miserable."

So the Qianyan army who saw what Lin Zhibei did yesterday, how dare they talk nonsense?

The Ninglin Grand Theater was lively because Mr. Lin wanted to talk about the bull rider and the red dress today.

In addition, everyone is still discussing the battle over Guyun Pavilion last night.

"Last night, Guyun Pavilion, did you see it?"

asked one, prodding the man next to him with his elbow.

"You must have seen it, how magnificent it is."

"Especially the soaring purple awn that finally suppressed the Demon God."

"Tsk tsk."

Everyone was deeply impressed by Lin Zhibei's sword.

But everyone didn't know that Lin Zhibei did the sword.

"It's really thrilling to say, if the demon god has not been suppressed..."

"Don't be discouraged, isn't the suppression successful?"

"Too."

Just as everyone was having fun discussing the battle between humans and gods last night, someone shouted;

"Mr. Lin is here!"

Everyone shut up and turned their attention to Lin Zhibei.

"Yo, good afternoon, Mr. Lin!"

"Mr. Lin is still so punctual."

Indeed, Lin Zhibei had nothing else but was never late.

Lin Zhibei was very satisfied when he looked at the audience full of pits and valleys.

He nodded and said:

"So, shall we start Book 'II?"

"Where did the book say last time?"