"Meeting is fate, let's toast to this fate!"

Wendy held up the dandelion and smiled chicly.

Lin Ye followed and raised his glass, and Shenhe saw this and learned to be Lin Ye.

"Cheers!" x2

Drink it in one gulp, the taste of dandelion wine is refreshing and refreshing, slightly bitter, sweet and spicy when it flows through the throat, and the wine is not strong, and some people are okay to drink it as a drink.

Wendy's amount of alcohol depends on whether he is willing to get drunk, if he doesn't want to be drunk, it is still quite difficult for the wine in the world to stun a demon god.

The glass of dandelion wine that Wendy ordered was twice as large as Lin Ye's, and he happily enjoyed it with pleasure, and after a while, his cheeks were flushed.

"Drunk?" Lin Ye saw it and asked.

"Hiccup~ It's drunk," Wendy burped, drunk, staring at the woods, and said seriously, "I'm intoxicated by the poetry I create." ”

"Want to hear it?" Wendy took another sip, then put down the wine glass proudly, and said with a smile.

"I want to hear about it."

"Ahem." Wendy finished the remaining one-third of the dandelion wine in the glass, cleared his throat, took out the fuqin, and when he entered the playing state, the drunkenness on his face was swept away, and when he closed his eyes, Wendy's neutral voice slowly flowed out with the sound of the piano.

…………

It's just a piece of music.

The drinker gifted by the angel was stained with the light of the forest and listened to a work by Wendy that wrote the lyrics on the spot.

Storytellers and bards, although in the game, players have not fully heard the eating skills of these two industries, but they can survive, they are all real guys.

Wendy's playing has a kind of magic, this is not bewitchment, but when the skill and emotion reach a certain point, it can easily mobilize the emotions of the audience, pay attention to the listener, and even immerse yourself in the story told by Wendy, forgetting the surrounding environment and her own existence.

The Thieves of the Dark Alley, the Sword Orchestra, Wendy has never seen it, but Vanessa, Legunfender and others, thousands of years ago, Wendy met, he is a witness of history, telling the magnificent songs of the shining people for the gift of angels.

Its true feelings are revealed, the ancient emotion that its objects are human and wrong, and the passionate blood of its heroes when they resist, are displayed one by one.

The indifferent Shenhe was moved by the stories told by Wendy and felt their greatness.

Master once said that when danger strikes, someone will always step up and stand up, and this was also true of Liyue at that time, such as a pitch-black attack on the Chasm five hundred years ago.

The originally lively angel gifts fell into silence because of Wendy's performance, for fear that his noise would disturb the bard, and after the end, there was no shortage of bold drinkers who told Charles that they would give Wendy a few glasses of wine.

Wendy didn't hide her smile and accepted it generously.

So, half an hour later, Lin Ye and Shenhe looked at Wendy lying on the wooden table with a happy face, and there were empty cups piled up next to them.

"Mondstadt's passion will not change for many years." Wendy was satisfied.

Lin Ye looked at Wendy like this, speechless.

How can you protect Mondstadt?!

Lin Ye thought bitterly.

Speaking of protecting Mondstadt, Lin Ye remembered something that was quite important.

"By the way, Wendy, when I was in the Dragon's Back Snow Mountain, I saw the corpse of the black dragon Durin, I heard that you and Dvalin were killed together five hundred years ago, but I noticed that people don't talk much about Dvalin, why?"

Lin Ye lowered his voice, walked over to Wendy, and whispered in his ear.

Dvalin's situation, Lin Ye should be clear, at the moment Yingmei has not woken up, Dvalin has not been awakened by the Abyss Order, and Wendy is in Mondstadt at this time.

As a result, Lin Ye wondered what Wendy thought of Dvalin's sleep.

Wendy's eyes narrowed half-squinted.

"That guy, he's still sleeping, it's okay to sleep, at least the pain will be lessened."

"Didn't you want to help him?"

"The people who can help Dvalin haven't come yet." Wendy muttered.

Well, Wendy, like Zhongli, knows about Yingmei.

"Who's that guy?" Lin Ye pretended to be puzzled and asked in a low voice.

Wendy slept peacefully.

"Huh."

Lin Ye knew that Wendy was pretending to sleep, so he sat back in his original position, drank the remaining dandelion wine in the cup, and saw that Shenhe's cup was also empty.

"Let's go?"

"Leave him alone?"

"No, you don't." Lin Ye said calmly.

"Oh."

Lin Ye called Charles to settle the bill, and paid for two glasses of dandelion wine and a glass of Mora covered with snowy kisses, as for the other Wendy drinks all the wine, it was invited by someone else, what does it have to do with Lin Ye.

The temperature inside the angel's gift was hotter than outside, and when I walked out of the tavern door, a cool breeze blew, and my neck and cheeks felt refreshed and comfortable.

On the way back, Lin Ye and Shenhe walked side by side.

After a while, Shenhe asked.

"Is he a god here?"

"Well, the legendary god of the winds, the always diligent Barbatos who doesn't do his job." Lin Ye introduced Wendy and mentioned "not doing business", and couldn't help laughing.

In the conversation between Lin Ye and Wendy, except for Lin Ye deliberately hiding Zhongli's name, the rest did not shy away, Shenhe listened silently, she guessed that the young man who loved to drink was an existence like the god of wind.

"Aren't you surprised?" Lin Ye turned his head to look at Shenhe, under the moonlight like water, her face was quiet, and Lin Ye found that Shenhe's hair color was more silvery white than the moonlight.

"I was a little surprised, I didn't expect the wind god to be ...... Well, such a person. Shenhe is poor in words, and he doesn't know how to describe an earthly ruler.

After all, in Liyue, the image of a rock god is arguably all the decent words that the poorest Liyue people can think of.

After coming to Mondstadt, unlike Lin Ye, who knew it well, Shenhe listened to the nuns praising the Wind God from the Favonius Cathedral, which made Shenhe's first impression of the Wind God very high.

As a result, he was corrupted in Jiumengzi, without the majesty of the demon god.

Although Shenhe didn't know how to describe Wendy, she could tell Lin Ye about her psychological changes.

After hearing this, Lin Ye smiled.

"The demon gods also have joys, sorrows, and sorrows, they are not as high as people imagine, the wind god has no shelf, he likes to drink, and our emperor also likes it...... Weservice private interview. Shenhe, I heard that Inazuma's thunder god is an otaku. ”

"Otaku?"

"It's the kind of person who stays at home and doesn't like to go out."

Shenhe nodded knowingly at first, but then thought it was familiar, wasn't this her past life?

"Am I an otaku?" Shenhe said curiously.

"It's not. Don't you go out with me and Hu Tao often? And Shenhe, you've been on a trip to Mondstadt, so you're not an otaku for a long time. Lin Ye said softly.

"That's right."

"When we talked about nuns and walnuts, I almost forgot that we are still carrying the burden of revitalizing the social atmosphere of Liyue Harbor, so we will find a time tomorrow to meet Miss Barbara." Lin Ye said.

"Hmm."

The next day, to Lin Ye's surprise, Miss Barbara's face was fairy.