When the sunlight outside the window gradually became dazzling and penetrated the fine curtains, Wendy's whole body was sleeping in a diagonal line, her calves were mixed with Famas's waist, her right hand was bent and hidden under the pillow, and her left hand was holding Famas's forearms and most of his face were buried in the cloud-like pillow.
It was a rare leisurely day. If the two of them wanted to, they could even lie in bed all day long, but Wendy couldn't do that. He was now a little hot and dry under the heavy sheets, his neck was sticky, and his back was covered in sweat. She was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and even putting her hands out of the quilt to touch the slightly cool air did not relieve the stuffy heat below her chest.
After turning over, Wendy rubbed her eyes and saw clearly Famas holding her horn.
No wonder it was so hot. Famas hugged himself like a stove and pressed the corners of the quilt sideways. He couldn't even stretch out his toes.
Even though she wasn't angry about getting up, Wendy still kicked her legs unwillingly and pushed Famas aside.
Famas, who had not yet woken up, opened his eyes in confusion, glanced at Wendy, and then closed them directly.
Wendy suspected that this guy hadn't woken up yet.
After lifting the quilt, Wendy stretched one foot out of the quilt with satisfaction, took one of Famas's arms and held it in her arms. Unfortunately, he was already awake for most of the time, and there was no possibility of falling back to sleep, so he could only half-open his eyes. He stared at Famas's sleeping face in a daze.
The movement just now made Famas turn his face sideways, and a small part of his hair exploded under the action of static electricity.
Wendy looked at Farmas with tender eyes, and finally couldn't help but started to take action. She first pulled the dull hair on Farmas' head, then pinched his nose and poked his face a few times.
It seemed that Famas was sleeping deeply beside him and was not easy to wake up, or that he was gradually being touched and pinched by Wendy to wake him up.
Famas frowned in his sleep, muttered a few syllables, stretched out his right hand from the quilt, pushed Wendy's head back onto the pillow, and rubbed her head against hers.
"I can't sleep anymore."
Wendy nudged the other person with her nose.
Famas refused to open his eyes, and his voice was hoarse with sleepiness: "You have drunk so much, please lie down for a while."
"You want to lie down on your own, right?"
Wendy cursed in her heart.
"No, you have to have breakfast first."
Lifting the quilt, Wendy quickly stood up and put on her clothes. He only had the memory of drinking Fragment last night in his head. He checked the clothes carefully and then put them on one by one.
During the time when he gave up power, Wendy had a lot of time to travel around the mainland. Liyue, the neighboring country, was the place he visited most frequently. Over time, his relationship with Morax became closer than that of the other five gods.
Time flies by, and time is worthless to the gods.
After thousands of years of experience, Wendy's connection with other gods has become increasingly weak, except that every time she wakes up from her deep sleep, she comes to Zhongli to drink and have fun.
Although sometimes Zhongli ignored him.
And when she heard the news that her colleagues were leaving one after another and the Seven Gods were replaced by the Five Gods, Wendy would always think of that guy when she was sad.
"If Famas is still alive... Mond and Munata are also friends now, right?"
Until the familiar smell of fire appeared again, and it was within the scope of her control, Wendy knew that the strange guy was back again.
But worries also came with it. Too many things had happened in the past thousand years. What Wendy was most worried about was that Famas would go directly to Morax after waking up and start a war that would destroy all living beings again.
There are too many taboos in this world that even he, the god of wind, cannot touch.
Fortunately, Famas's character has changed a lot. He is war-loving, arrogant, and arrogant... Almost all the shortcomings that were criticized thousands of years ago have disappeared.
Wendy has never seen such a well-behaved Farmas.
"Get up, get up, lazy fool, get up!"
Grabbing the quilt, Wendy pushed hard against Famas who was still lying on the bed. Famas, who was only wearing thin clothes, covered his ears with the quilt and ignored Wendy who was nagging beside the bed.
Half asleep and half awake, a clear female voice suddenly sounded from downstairs of the Palace of Purposes: "Are you also here to take care of the business of the Hall of Purities? Now there is a big discount in the Hall of Purities, buy one get one free, there is a discount!"
This energetic girl's voice was instantly recognizable as Hu Tao's. She was as energetic as ever, and as always, uh, focused on the business of the Rebirth Hall.
Famas sighed under the quilt, knowing that he couldn't fall asleep now, so he kicked the quilt away reluctantly.
"Hey, did you wake up listening to Hu Tao's voice?"
Wendy smiled evilly and moved her face closer to Famas, who had messy hair.
"If it were a thousand years ago, the person who woke me up would have been taken to the Colosseum to feed the beasts..."
Famas was smacking his lips without saltiness. The Hall of Purity was obviously famous for being deserted, especially in the morning. Who would be so reluctant to come to such a place so early in the morning?
Dragging lazily, Famas rubbed Wendy's head and walked into the bathroom that originally belonged to Zhongli to wash up. Wendy was no longer in a hurry and slowly moved to the stairs on the second floor of the Hall of Rebirth, quietly and with interest. Look at the people downstairs.
"I am Gan Yu, the secretary of Yuehai Pavilion...I came here to ask Mr. Zhongli about the ceremony of sending immortals."
The soothing tone was in sharp contrast to Hutao's quirky voice. Standing in the hall of the Hall of Purity was a girl with sky blue hair, with a hint of tenderness in her dark purple pupils, and two quite large hairs on her head. Conspicuous dark red horns.
Occupying a high position and holding a lot of power, Gan Yu was afraid that his weak appearance would be looked down upon by his opponents, so he tied his long wave-like hair into a bunch to make himself look clean, neat and mature, and also exposed his pipa bones and bones like mutton-fat white jade. back.
"Secretary of Yuethai Pavilion?"
Hutao bit the penholder and shook her head in disappointment.
She thought a new customer had come to her door?
"Mr. Zhongli went for a walk last night and didn't come back all night."
Blinking her plum-blossom pupils, Hutao opened her mouth and revealed her fangs: "However, although Mr. Zhongli has gone out, the Shengsheng Hall still provides funeral services. I am the seventy-seventh generation head of the Shengsheng Hall..."
Hu Tao enthusiastically introduced his identity and the principle of "yin and yang are orderly, but fate is impermanent", while Gan Yu looked at Hu Tao talking to himself with gentle eyes.
"Tsk, it would be a pity not to use this back for cupping."
While Wendy was eavesdropping attentively, Famas walked around from the stairs on the second floor to the boy in green, and at a glance he saw Hu Tao chattering downstairs and Gan Yu listening to Hu Tao's nonsense.
"Wow, how could such vicious words come out of your mouth!"
Hearing Famas' cupping remarks, Wendy's eyes widened and she fell back out of habit, falling right into the boy's arms.
"Where do you want to go today?"
Famas whispered in Wendy's ear.
"Hey."
Wendy turned around and hugged Famas, turning him into a wisp of breeze and floating away through the small hole in the window on the second floor of the Hall of Purity.
Gan Yu, who was listening to Hutao's sales service downstairs, blinked the moment Wendy left and looked up at the place where the two gods disappeared, thoughtfully.
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