Wang Daoyi helped Grandma Ping and followed everyone back to Wanmin Hall.

Xiangling said excitedly: "Dad! I'm back! Oh, what are you doing, let me do this. ”

As soon as she entered the door, Xiangling saw Master Mao busy and hurried up to help.

The pot was also very happy and made a wow sound.

Then, as if sensing something, it staggered away.

"It's not good, the pot ran away." Paimon hurriedly said.

At this time, a retired old man with a handsome appearance and elegant manners walked slowly.

After several days of meeting his old friends and being ignored by them, Guoba stopped in front of Zhongli and looked at him with an expectant look.

Although he still didn't know Zhongli's identity, Guoba still remembered that Wang Daoyi once brought this person to Wanmin Hall for dinner, and Guoba felt that Zhongli had a very cordial aura at that time.

At dusk, Zhongli took a leisurely stroll, his eyes on the long-awaited pot.

When he saw the anticipation and hidden sadness in Guoba's eyes, Zhongli's ancient eyes also flashed with waves.

"Are you looking for me?" A smile appeared in Zhongli's eyes, and he stretched out his hand towards the pot, "It's been a long time, old friend!" ”

Pot: "Lu~~(^-^)"

In just two sentences, the vicissitudes of life have been exhausted.

Although he is the oldest demon god in the world, Zhongli doesn't have many friends.

Originally, for the emperor, friendship could withstand time, but after experiencing the fall of the end, the madness of Brother Tuozi, and the death of the immortals, Zhongli hesitated a little.

It can also be said that he was worn out.

But now seeing his former friend, who has forgotten many of his memories, can still perceive friendship with himself, which makes Zhongli happy.

Guoba is the god of the stove, and he was once under Zhongli's command, and he is considered his closest comrade-in-arms.

So when Guoba saw Zhongli, he felt unusually kind.

And when Zhongli recognized him, Guoba smiled even more happily.

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At this time, the people who ran out after the pot also saw Zhongli.

Seeing Zhongli's Grandma Ping walking slowly, she said kindly, "Oh, are you also taking a walk here?" ”

Zhongli's expression remained calm, and he replied, "It's just the right time, so you should go out for a walk and wait for a table of food." ”

High emotional intelligence: The season is just right, waiting for a table of food.

Low EQ: In a good mood, come out to eat.

Grandma Ping smiled: "Let's go, let's have a chance to meet you." Although Guoba doesn't recognize you, he is very happy every time he sees you. ”

"Pot. I don't remember a lot of things, but I still feel familiar things." Paimon asked.

"Friendship can stand the test of time." Zhongli nodded, with some emotion in his eyes, and then looked at Ying: "Ying, the word month, what do you think." ”

I don't know what Zhongli means, but Ying still praised: "The artistic conception is very beautiful, and the season is good." ”

Zhongli raised his head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said with emotion: "Looking up at the bright moon, all kinds of feelings are in it. This situation and this scene are like the stars shining on me, and I wish to spend the moon by month. Grateful for the grace of the deceased, inheriting the feelings of old friends, chasing the meaning of the ages, and surround the city of thousands of autumns. ”

"All of the above is called month by month."

Grandma Ping also sighed: "When I am old, I feel embarrassed when I see everything, but I feel very beautiful when I see children." The lush vitality seems to be gushing out from the bottom of the earth, and it is clear that it is an ancient land that has existed for thousands of years, and it is still so dazzling. ”

"Perhaps, this is Liyue." The Ying next to him replied.

"Ying, as you witness, this month-by-month festival is also a lot more interesting."

"Let Xiangling make a pot of tea. Tea is drunk slowly, and we talk slowly. ”

Everyone smiled and returned to the Hall.

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The Moonlit Festival ended with a cheerful atmosphere for the people of Liyue.

Only a few high-level executives who know the identity of the pot do not have that kind of festive atmosphere, or rather, they have new concerns.

"The little chef of Wanmintang, is her 'assistant cook' actually the god of the stove?"

In the Moon Sea Pavilion, Ning Guang received the information submitted by the secret agent of the General Affairs Division.

The secret agent of the General Affairs Department below nodded: "Yes, this information has been confirmed by Yu Hengxing. ”

"The god of the hearth... There are also immortals who live in seclusion in Liyue·····" Ningguang's eyes flickered with an uncertain light, and his fingertips twitched lightly on the desk, "The era of emperors has passed, and now is the era of 'rule of man', since they are willing to live in Liyue, then live here!" ”

Slowly raised his head and stared at the bright moon outside the window.

"Since I promised the Emperor in my dream that I would protect Liyue, then I will do it, and neither the Stove God nor the Immortals will let me waver."

Retracted his gaze and looked at the secret agent of the General Affairs Department who was guarding the side.

"Tell the others that as long as they don't harm Liyue, don't bother." Ningguang didn't think that the bear-like Stove God would have any effect, and a hint of tenderness appeared in his eyes, "After all, Liyue is also their home, and we can't refuse any child to return to our own home!" ”

Without waiting for the secret agent of the General Affairs Department to reply, the gentleness in his eyes dissipated, and a trace of fierceness appeared.

"Also, warn those people not to try to disturb a demon god who sacrificed for Liyue. Then, let's strengthen the guards around the Hall. ”

The General Affairs Agent nodded and left, knowing who the people Ningguang was talking about.

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Crimson Cloud Slope, inside a luxurious building

"Maxius, the Demon God of the Stove?" The handsome young man looked at the document in his hand, and his appearance was actually somewhat similar to Xingqiu.

With a gentle smile, the young man put down the papers in his hand.

"Our Chamber of Commerce has been based in Liyue for hundreds of years, so we shouldn't be able to spy on the demon god who sacrificed for Liyue in the past, and tell us not to touch this demon god, that's not what we should do."

The young man did not look up, and there was no other figure in the room, but a deep voice sounded out of thin air.

"Yes, the subordinates will go and warn the people of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance."

The young man nodded, and said again: "Before, how was the investigation of the Chamber of Commerce being attacked?" ”

The voice sounded again: "Only someone has provided information about the relics of the God of Salt to those five families, and there is no trace of the Fatui meddling in this matter." ”

"Also, if you can find out, then the people in the General Affairs Department can also find out, since the Fatui have tacitly eaten those resources, it means that the Fatui have cleaned up all the evidence, so be it, this matter, there is no need to continue to investigate." The young man nodded, and made the final end to the attack on the Feiyun Chamber of Commerce.

After talking about the attack, the young man asked casually, "What has the second young master been doing recently?" ”

"The second young master has been with the heir of the demon slaying family recently, and most of them are playful adventures."

"Oh, send him a message and ask him to come back as soon as possible to deal with the affairs of the Chamber of Commerce." The young man said, and then waved his hand casually, "There's nothing more to do, go and do something!" ”

No sound continued to come, and the room fell silent, save for the grinding of young men flipping through papers.

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Northland Bank, still that office.

The handsome rich man sat behind his desk, looking at the report in his hand with no interest.

"The god of the stove, the reclusive immortals, oh, boring things."

Dropping the report papers at random, the rich man looked at the Fatui officer in front of him.

"There's no need to deal with this, the Seven Stars won't let us contact them, look at it, a warning is coming, the important thing now is to develop the ruins of the God of Salt, how is the contact with the Afterlife Hall?"

The rich man thought very well that any living Demon God Fatui in Liyue would not be able to reach them, so it was better to devote energy to developing the relics of the God of Salt.

"The hall master of the Hall of the Dead has already accepted our deposit, and he is ready to start planning."

"In that case, what are you waiting for?"

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Wanmin Hall, waiting for the diners to leave.

Ying beckoned to the king.

"Daoyi, are you free now?"

The final plot chapter.,There won't be such a large plot chapter in the future.

(End of chapter)