"My head is dizzy."

"Are the mushrooms in the pie you ate yesterday undercooked?"

Two delicate-looking girls leaned on a bench on the side of the Grand Bazaar, staring blankly at the flower-like Patisharan on the stage, and not caring about whether the current weather would produce disturbing heat leaning against each other, grabbed each other's smooth and tender faces, and pulled them to both sides.

Able to feel some subtle pain clearly, Nilou breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that yesterday's mushrooms were cooked, which scared me to death, and tomorrow I will be on the stage, if I don't cook them and break my body and be forced to recuperate at home, it will be bad." ”

"Is this the time to talk about this? O Pattishalam! Especially when the stage is clustered, there are not so many in the small medicine garden of the Akadema Student Sect, right? ”

Swallowing silently, Dina Zedai couldn't help but admire: "No wonder you dare to use the name of 'Sumeru Absolute Fierce Tiger', and no one from the Akademiya has been sent until now, I'm afraid I can't cover the sky with one hand." Maybe you don't need to worry about the pressure from the Akademiya to hold the Flower God Festival this time. ”

Nilou rubbed her face, "I just don't know why the flower pots were a little broken when the workers moved over. ”

"Oh~ That's because Zhishui has always had a very disgusted attitude towards these pattisharans, and has always been cultivated in the yard, and he has to pay more attention to the sanitary environment than usual, but last night a stupid red ghost broke into the yard, clumsy, and smashed a lot."

Paimon, who was holding a large pile of food in his bib, suddenly appeared next to the two of them, his cheeks agitated, and he barely swallowed the food in his mouth, biting the straw on his shoulder, and sucking the juice from the jar behind his back.

She burped, took out two pies from her meal and stuffed them into their hands, and smiled happily, "You're what Nilou used to call Dinazed, aren't you?" My name is Paimon, my name is Paimon, and my race is Paimon, and this is Patisaran pie, it's delicious! ”

"First meeting, Paimon."

The pie in her hand exuded a light floral fragrance, and Dinazadé took a small bite of it, and the sweet aroma like condensed honey hit her taste buds, and she was surprised: "It's really delicious." ”

The mascot raised his head proudly and snorted proudly, "That's, this is the ingredient that Paimon fancies, I've been eyeing this since the beginning, and it took a long time for him to reluctantly agree." ”

"Speaking of which, why isn't Mr. Shisui with Paimon?"

Secretly warning herself, Nilou took out a clean handkerchief and wrapped the pie, looked around, and asked softly, "I and everyone in the Grand Bazaar would like to thank him so that we can have a happy festival of flowers." ”

"Well...... this"

Paimon scratched his face with his fingers slightly embarrassed, his gaze subconsciously drifting out, and Paimon was a little ashamed.

"Zhishui dislikes Patisaran very much, and he didn't do it himself when he cultivated it, although he didn't ...... it when he cooked."

The voice became lower and lower, and Paimon whispered:

Originally, he was just going to break or melt the dishes that had come into contact with Patisharan, but when he saw Paimon eating the pie, he decided not to get too close to Paimon for the next two days.

"You know, our rooms were adjoining so that Paimon could float into his house to find something to eat when he was hungry, and we were able to gag her when the traveler returned, but now Paimon's house is far away from him."

Nilou was worried, "Am I causing trouble for Mr. Stopwater?" ”

"Paimon and the Traveler are causing him more trouble, and this time it's a fair deal, Shisui wants to see a successful Flower God Birthday Festival, so he's here to sponsor you."

Brushing off the wrinkles of the peeled candy wrapper and folding it into a boxy shape and putting it in his pocket, Paimon grinned, "Nilou, you're the one who made this deal happen, and if Paimon remembers correctly, at the end of our first meeting the other day, you promised to do the perfect dance of the flower gods, right?" ”

"Zhishui is a native of Liyue, if you look at his clothes and words, they are full of Liyue smell, Nilou you have heard of Liyue's customs, and those who break their word should be given the law of eating rocks, and the contract has been made very early."

With the candy rolled in his tongue, Paimon said, "It's not that the water stop is not coming, and besides, tomorrow is the birthday festival of the god of flowers, so don't worry." ”

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"Flower God Festival"

- In the literal sense of the word, this is an important festival with the gods as the protagonists, but the protagonist is not the god of flowers, but the god of grass, the king of the Great Mercy Tree.

In the beginning, the name of this important festival was not like this, and it is not what it is today to be able to understand the meaning of the festival literally.

The starting point of all this is, of course, the dance of the god of flowers, a very distant time for mankind, when many immortal species were no more than a thousand years old, and filled with the vitality of young people.

And Zhishui will never forget what he saw and heard that day.

It was a tradition for the first seven gods to gather at intervals, and in addition to the gatherings initiated by the emperor, they sometimes met at important festivals in other countries.

This was the case with the birth of the Great Tree King.

Zhishui remembers that he was seated as a member of the rock god, staring at the stupid mother next to him with unkind eyes, and seeing the chief judge behind him, suppressing his thoughts and words.

In fact, his temper is much better than before, and he is no longer the pure water spirit who likes to provoke the opponent's mentality when fighting.

He was quite successful in suppressing this thought, but he was angry for a few words, and did not develop his instincts on the bright side, which was also related to the emperor's trusting gaze.

It's just that this process is very difficult, and I subconsciously turned on some physical instincts, such as not controlling my facial features well, and forgetting to control them afterwards.

Because of this, he could see the pollen that flew out of Nabu's stepping on Pattisharan and fell into the glass that Wendy had prepared for Dvalin.

Actually, this is not a big deal, Pattisaran only grew on the road that Nabu walked, not something she really stepped on with her feet, and she never touched Nabu's feet, they were as pure as wildflowers growing in the woods, at most she would make fun of Wendy about it later.

However, the drunken and silly guy noticed Dvalin's gaze after clinking glasses with him, and grabbed Dvalin's lips with great self-indulgence, causing the wind dragon to throw him a wink and a flying kiss.

At that time, Dvalin was even more drunk than him because of Bartowbas's unsympathetic irrigation, and the dragon's saliva flowed all over the ground.

Dvalin was innocent, he had only been unknown as a child, and he was attracted by the sound of Basbart's harp, and swooped down from the sky with joyful emotions, towards the abyss called the god of wind.

But Basbato, who deceived the young dragon, was not innocent, and he could only say words when he could not use force on the birthday of the Great Mercy Tree, but these were of zero lethality to Basbato.

Perhaps removing the existence of the name "wine" from the World Tree can cause him to be killed.

And the pollen that attracted his attention was also unreasonably remembered by him with hatred, and even Patisharan......

As soon as he saw the flower, he remembered the pollen, and when he thought of the pollen, he inevitably remembered Dvalin's saliva-stained winking eyes and flying kisses.

Then Uncle Liuyun, who learned the news, talked unreliably for a while, as well as Fox Palace and Basbato.

The former can also use the past of Senior Sister Ganyu that Uncle Liuyun doesn't know to divert his attention, and he is very glad that he has worked hard for a few days, and others don't know about it.

The latter two are much more difficult to do.

At that time, he and Fox Saigong were still a fist and dark circle of friendship, although they spent more time with each other and had a little bit of deep friendship, but not much.

Basbato was more direct, his temperament had not changed for thousands of years.

He was in arrears, out of drink, chased out of Mondstadt by an enraged Dvalin, and in desperate need of a place to live, or wandered to Liyue drunk and dazed......

Only a sleeping Basbato is a good Bato Basto!

It wasn't for nothing that Dvalin thought about drugged him every day.

After a series of influences, he managed to develop a dislike for Pattisharan, and this affection has not changed until now.

Everything is the work of Sbabato!