At night in Dihuazhou, the lights are shining, and the heavy drizzle makes Wangshu Inn shrouded in mist.
The golden light caused by Zhongli taking out the Heart of God was very faint, but Famas, who was also the demon god, could see it clearly. The young man lying by the window watched quietly until the light in the sky completely disappeared, then he remained silent. Close the window, turn around and go out.
Glancing at Zhongli's closed door, Famas curled his lips, tiptoed to the guest room at the end of the corridor, stopped, and knocked on the door.
Expectedly no response.
Famas raised his hand and gently locked the door.
A red light flashed, and as the lock cylinder clicked softly, the wooden door with complicated patterns opened.
What appeared behind the door was an almost identical guest room with no extra decorations. The only difference was that there was a white and fresh Cecilia flower in the vase on the table.
Although the moonlight was obscured by clouds and fog, Famas could still clearly see the girl sleeping with her arms stretched out on the bed.
Yingsu's breasts were half exposed, and the white sheet fell to the ground. The other corner was pressed by her slender yet powerful arms. Her slender legs glowed white in the dark, and her short pajamas were rubbed against her chest. Paimon was still curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly.
The traveler who is usually mute actually sleeps in a relaxed position.
Famas walked to the wooden table with Cecilia flowers, took out a warm light red divine power crystal from his arms, put it down quietly, and turned around to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw the traveler who had turned over.
The girl's soft belly rose and fell slightly with her breathing, her breasts, which were not plump but cute enough, were perfectly outlined, and her jade-white and clean toes were slightly curled, as if caused by the cold wind that penetrated through the cracks in the window.
Famas was silent for a few seconds after discovering this situation, then quietly walked to the bed and covered him with a quilt.
But the girl didn't appreciate it at all. She raised her legs and kicked off the quilt covering her body. She opened her eyes drowsily, her golden eyes filled with moisture, and she talked in her sleep with a soft voice.
It's just that the tone is not serious.
"I'm dreaming...the little slime is actually in front of me, hey hey hey, give me a hug..."
Ying laughed stupidly again and reached out to reach Famas' arm, but the nimble boy dodged it and hit Paimon on the butt with his palm.
"Ying...what are you doing?"
Paimon closed his eyes, and his childish voice sounded. Seeing that the situation was not good, Famas directly dispersed into crimson fire elements, rushed through the half-closed window, and headed towards Wuwangpo.
"It's...it's on fire. Paimon, get up quickly!"
Ying, who had squinted his eyes, was awakened by the light of the fire. He sat up from the bed suddenly, as if he didn't remember what he had just said while half asleep, and he just kept patting Paimon's butt.
"There's no fire, it's obviously because you have a nightmare!"
Little Paimon curled up in the cup and opened his eyes impatiently. After scanning the room, he pushed away Ying's hand that was flapping in panic.
The firelight of Famas's departure had long since dissipated, and there was only the creak of the windows that had been smashed open.
"Maybe I saw it wrong?"
Ying rubbed her eyes, got up from the bed in confusion, closed the window and yawned, stretched back to the bed, and fell asleep again with Paimon sleeping soundly in her arms.
Only the crystal of divine power on the wooden table occasionally shone with an extremely weak light.
It was late at night, and on the mountain road north of Liyue, a group of advance troops of the Fools set out cautiously along the mountain road toward Wuwangpo, with tightly wrapped goods escorted in the middle of the team.
There was a dark wind on the Wuwanpo mountain road, and the dark blue will-o'-the-wisps flickered constantly, then gradually extinguished after lighting up. The leafless pine trees with their branches spread ferociously, looked particularly strange under the dim light of the fire.
Except for special groups, no one would want to wander around Wuwangpo in the middle of the night.
The Fire Gun guerrilla wearing a pale white mask nervously checked the firearms in his hands, and asked his colleagues uneasily: "Bing Fat, what do you think the goods Madam asked us to deliver are, why do we have such a big battle in the middle of the night?"
Hearing the thin man next to him address him, the Ice Gun heavy guard's face instantly fell.
He quietly looked around and found that Captain Thunder Hammer was not paying attention. Bingpang, who was armed to the teeth, secretly took out a dark yellow dried raspberry, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, then responded nonchalantly: "I don't know, anyway, listen to Master Bashi." That’s right.”
Looking at his careless brother, Huo Zhan couldn't help but sigh. Should he be said to be broad-minded or fat? Or is he really heartless?
"What are you two mumbling about?"
A faint voice came from behind, and a hand wearing a cyan glove placed on the shoulders of the two of them, startling Bing Pang who was stealing food.
"Wind Fist, don't joke around in a place like this!"
Fatty Bing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person clearly, and patted his chest in shock, wishing he could hit the other person's smiling face.
"Okay, it's good that I didn't expose you."
Before Bingpang could recover, Feng Fist's forward army grabbed a large handful of dried raspberries from his hand and started chewing them.
"Hey, don't eat it. Did the captain reveal any news to you?"
Looking at the Feng Fist forward who was intoxicated with dried raspberries, Bing Pang bumped his opponent with his elbow with a look of displeasure.
He finally asked someone to buy this bag of dried raspberries from Wanyou Shop.
Now that their reputation among fools is so bad, it is not easy to buy high-quality dried raspberries. If it were not for the uncertainty of how long they would stay in Liyue, Bingpang would have wanted to pick some fresh raspberries himself to dry.
The products of Zhidong Kingdom are not as rich as Liyue.
"I'm going to disappoint you this time. I haven't received any news."
Feng Fist shook his head, swallowed the dried raspberries in his mouth, and looked at the Thunder Hammer Vanguard at the head of the team.
He is just the deputy captain of the advance team, and Thunder Hammer, who leads the way, is the person in charge of this mission.
The advance army of Fools stationed in Liyue was originally small, and most of them were active in Qingxupu and Tianheng Mountain. Tonight, he also received a secret instruction from the lady to deliver a batch of packages to Wuwangpo.
But even Feng Fist, who is the vice-captain, doesn't know the connection method, unloading location, and what's inside the package.
Bingpang didn't ask any more questions. He quietly hid the remaining half of the dried raspberries in his pocket and continued to move forward with the team, occasionally waving his hands to disperse the sudden will-o'-the-wisps.
Only the Fire Gun guerrilla looked worried, muttering to himself: "This place looks evil, but don't let any enemies show up..."
"No matter what happens, it's better to be careful."
Feng Fist slapped the two of them hard on the shoulders and showed a reliable smile.
Huobao wanted to say something else, but a harsh whistle suddenly sounded from the team.
At the same time, the earth veins of Wuwangpo began to shake, and thick mist accompanied by the smell of blood filled the air from both sides of the road, blocking the sight of all the Fools' advance team.
"Don't panic, stay where you are."
The Thunder Hammer Pioneer Army sounded a steady voice with a bit of hoarseness. The three people chatting in the team hurriedly stopped talking, and the rest of the vanguard soldiers performed their duties and blocked the goods firmly behind them.
But the fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to see the fingers of one's hand. The smell of rust and gunpowder smoke filled the nostrils of the Yu Fang soldiers along with the white fog, causing the team members to cough.
Because the transport mission was less dangerous, several people were unprepared, especially since they were busy eating the dried raspberries in Bing Fat's hand just now. Except for Captain Thunder Hammer, all the surrounding soldiers took off their gas masks.
Only the Fire Gun guerrilla who had no interest in dried raspberries held his breath, holding the gun in his right hand and holding on to the goods on the car with his left hand.
A few seconds later, a dozen illusory figures wearing tattered armor and resolute faces suddenly appeared from the fog.
The leader, a middle-aged man, had two horns on his head and a huge scar on his face.
It was Vikas, the leader of the Munata Expeditionary Corps who emerged from the earth's veins after regaining his consciousness.
At this time, the middle-aged man grinned excitedly and smiled at the Fire Gun Ranger who was holding on to the goods, but the scar and the smile on his face overlapped, making it look particularly terrifying.
"Ghost! There is a ghost!"
Seeing the illusory figure and strange smile of the visitor, the Fire Rangers were so frightened that they backed away. Just about to raise their guns to fight back, they heard Captain Thunder Hammer's order coming from deep in the mist: "All soldiers are on standby, no more attack!"
Although he had clearly seen the enemy in front of him, it was a soldier's bounden duty to obey orders. The Fire Gun Ranger nervously raised his gun and took aim, but did not dare to fire.
Fortunately, these dead souls in the fog did not get too entangled. In just a moment, the thick fog began to lighten, and the truck full of goods disappeared with them.
When the white mist completely dissipated, only the team members who were choked by the smell of gunpowder smoke, the nervous Firebolt Rangers, and the Thunder Hammer Captain whose expression was unclear.
"Captain, this..."
Feng Fist was the one who reacted fastest and put on a gas mask. When he saw the missing goods, his emotions of absurdity and fear suddenly surged up, and he hurried to Thunder Hammer to ask.
"The handover of the goods has been completed. Return to the Tianheng Mountain camp."
"All the soldiers who were choked by the poison gas just now should go back to me for more training!"
As the captain of the team, Thunder Hammer yelled at several people in a tone of hatred, and then turned and left, not caring about the soldiers who were choked to tears by the white mist.
On the outskirts of Wuwang Slope, an intelligence officer dressed as an ordinary Liyue businessman was quietly lurking behind the boulder, watching everything that happened on the mountain road. Then he found the opportunity and quickly slipped out of Wuwang Slope, using a light strategy. Zhuang Xingge sent what happened at night back to Qunyu Pavilion.
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