The important level of the Hall of the Dead in Tartaglia's heart has been upgraded from the original level to the special level, Zhongli and Qing, one article and one martial arts.

Tartaglia looked at Qing a little sluggishly, the sword just now was not absolutely impossible to dodge, but he was afraid at that moment.

This made Tartaglia even more difficult to accept, and he wanted to release his strongest form to make a big move, but the queen's figure suddenly appeared in his mind, making him sober up in an instant.

"He is worthy of being a guest of the Hall of the Dead."

Tartaglia showed his signature smile, took out a light blue invitation from his arms, threw it at Qing and said: "Actually, I'm here to make amends, it's just a misunderstanding today, I'm just holding back my itchy hands recently, and I want to move my muscles and bones, I'm really sorry!" ”

Qing stretched out his hand to take the invitation, handed it to Hu Tao next to him casually, and then chuckled and looked at Tartaglia's somewhat helpless smile, and said, "Mr. Darda, when will you come to the Shoshodo to handle business?" We have staff on duty at all times. ”

Hu Tao looked at the invitation in his hand a little boringly, and nodded hurriedly when he heard this, obviously more interested in it.

"After I make amends tomorrow night, I will naturally go to the church to complete the agreement."

Tartaglia felt his heart dripping blood, and he would definitely be sarcastic to the lady when he returned, and it made him worry just thinking about it.

"Tomorrow night at six o'clock, Liuli Pavilion, well, the hall master knows."

Hu Tao glanced down at the invitation, tossed it back to Tartaglia, waved his hand and turned away.

A somewhat dazed Tartaglia smiled slightly, and quickly caught up with Hu Tao and walked in the direction of Liyue.

Tartaglia was left behind only a messy in the wind, he looked down at the invitation he had just sent out in his hand, and muttered helplessly, "Can this thing be sent back?" ”

A Fatui swordsman emerged from the grass in the distance, walked quickly to Tartaglia, and whispered, "Childe-sama, Madam-sama, I hope we don't waste any more time on superfluous things. ”

"The woman who will only hide behind her back, we don't need to listen to her advice."

Tartaglia's tone was cold, but his eyes were a little lazy, and he said casually, "She's only here to help Liyue, you need to know about this." ”

When the swordsman heard this, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, lowered his voice again and said, "I'm just passing on the words of the lady, I'll wait ......"

"None of this matters."

Tartaglia directly interrupted the person's voice, waved his hand and continued: "Go down, later, I will write to the empress in person." ”

"Yes."

The swordsman didn't say anything more, and retreated respectfully, gradually disappearing from view.

Tartaglia's gaze had been looking in the direction where Qinghe Hu Tao had left, and muttered to himself, "It's better to find a chance to compete with Zhongli, these two guest kings of the Dead Hall...... It's really funny. ”

……

On the way back to Liyue, the moonlight was getting brighter and brighter in the middle of the night.

Hu Tao, who had just made a lot of achievements, kept smiling all the way, put her hands behind her head, and began to explain to Qing her plans for the future of the Death Hall.

As a listener, Qing only felt that he was suddenly a little sleepy, but seeing Hu Tao talking with interest, he still seemed to understand and expressed his support.

However, after listening to Hu Tao's dream of ruling Liyue in business, Qing looked at Hu Tao's expression of wanting him to give advice.

It can be said that Hu Tao's plan is similar to Klee's plan to blow up Mondstadt, which is theoretically feasible, but in practice it will only face the company of the confinement chamber or the law of Smoky Scarlet.

Qing turned his head, his eyes met Hu Tao's eyes, he knew that this so-called plan was just a prank, and the girl in front of him was not an ignorant girl who had not grown up.

At this moment, Qing was a little glad that he had crossed over, he clearly knew the memories of these people's past, and knew their inner thoughts, which was the key factor to be able to communicate with each other.

"The fear of death is absolute, and it's hard for anyone but some to face it in a relaxed way."

Qing was completely able to see the outline of Hu Tao's plum blossom eyes, and continued to speak: "It's just that this kind of reluctant but helpless ending is the most embarrassing thing, just like if someone tells me that I have a short life now, my mood must be reluctant and afraid." ”

Hu Tao's smile gradually disappeared, but the pair of plum blossom eyes were still staring at Qing, as if they were stunned.

This made Qing couldn't help but be a little flustered, and hurriedly waved his hand in front of Hu Tao's eyes and said, "I finally spoke full of some philosophy, you won't be scared by me, right?" ”

Hu Tao stood up straight and looked in the direction of the moon, which was crooked tonight, like the corners of her mouth with a smile on her face at this time.

"Hmph, it's worthy of being the guest of the hall master!"

Hu Tao turned his head and continued to walk towards Liyue, speaking as he went, "Speaking of which, the hall master feels more and more like you and Zhongli. ”

"I'm a lot like Zhongli?"

Qing walked side by side with Hu Tao unhurriedly, and couldn't help frowning when he heard this, his own seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man was actually very similar to Zhongli's thousand-year-old man, and he felt that his midlife crisis seemed to have come late and early.

Hu Tao heard the muttering next to him, just smiled lightly, and did not speak again, with his hands behind his back, his steps becoming more and more brisk.

Time passed quietly as the sun began to rise in the east, and the two of them finally entered the city of Liyue.

It was just in time for Liyue's curfew to be lifted, so the two of them didn't need to hide, and walked straight in the direction of the Death Hall.

There was an old man sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a one-man high broom, the breakfast shop was already open, and the cultivators were already carrying all kinds of tools and headed outside.

Hu Tao, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and let Qing Qing, who was in a daze behind, almost put it on.

Hu Tao looked back at the busy beings, and said with some obsession: "A new day is about to begin, uh-huh, the main hall is going back to sleep." ”

Standing next to him, Qing Wenyan couldn't help but want to remind him of two suggestions on work and rest, but before he could speak, he was blocked back.

Hu Tao suddenly stood in front of him, tiptoe slightly, so that the tips of their noses were almost touched.

Looking at the plum blossom eyes that were close at hand, Qing obviously couldn't say anything.

"Good morning, Mr. Qing."

Hu Tao reached out and patted Qing's shoulder gently, then bit his tongue mischievously, turned around and walked briskly in the opposite direction of the Death Hall.