Original God: Starting with a Skyfire Suicide.

"Hello! Everyone, look at me!"

Wendy came downstairs and stood at the place where he usually performed. He shouted loudly with a smile on his face. This shout also made everyone in the tavern look at the smiling Wendy. There was a hint of curiosity in their eyes. They wanted to see what this poet who usually sang for money wanted to do.

In fact, not only them, but also Lei Dianzhen and others upstairs were quite curious about Wendy's behavior. They didn't understand what this free wind god wanted to do. However, Meng Yan, who knew Wendy to a certain extent, had already guessed something.

Then Wendy smiled and said to the guests:

"Haha, everyone. I'm very happy today. I met friends I haven't seen for a long time. As the host, I should buy them a drink, but I'm short of money, so I'm singing this song. I hope you can lend a hand."

Wendy said with a friendly smile on her face, and gently plucked the strings of the piano, and a pleasant sound came out.

"Then the best bard in the world will pluck his harp!"

As Wendy finished speaking, a burst of music started playing.

Initially, it was depressing, as if a person was curled up in an egg and it was difficult to even breathe. Suddenly, the music began to change, and the person in the egg seemed to start wondering why he was trapped in the egg.

As the music continued to rise, the person in the egg began to struggle. He wanted to break free from the restraints, but it was not so easy to get rid of the restraints. The music began to become depressing again, but the person inside still did not give up. Finally, as the music took a sharp turn and became turbulent, the person broke the eggshell with one punch.

But this was not without cost. The man's arm was scratched by the hard eggshell, and this was just the beginning. The hand began to attack the eggshell fiercely, and then cracks began to appear on the eggshell, but his arm was also covered with scars.

As the high-pitched music played, everyone felt refreshed, because the person in the egg finally broke the eggshell and gained a new life. Then the music began to slow down, and then became sad again. The eggshell was both a bondage and a protection.

After the song ended, the tavern fell into silence for a long time.

"it is good!"

Someone shouted, and this shout seemed to be a fuse that instantly made the whole pub boil with applause and cheers. Even the bartender Charles looked at this poor poet who often sang here with surprise. He didn't expect that he still had some real skills that he hadn't used yet.

"Hey, everyone, are you listening? Could you please donate generously so that I don't lose face in front of my friends?"

Wendy smiled and looked at the guests present.

Mondstadt is the capital of wine and poetry, otherwise there wouldn't be so many bards. Wendy's performance is not something you can see easily, so the guests opened their wallets one after another. Soon the wine they ordered was served. Wendy also ordered a dandelion wine for herself.

"How are you guys, how was my performance just now? Wasn't it great? Don't suppress the compliments in your hearts, just release them freely!"

Wendy also sat down again and looked at the people with strange looks with a smile.

"That's all very well, but Barbatos, aren't you the god of Mondstadt?"

Lei Dianying looked at Wendy in confusion. To be honest, there was absolutely no problem with Wendy's performance. This level of performance was not something that ordinary people could do. After all, she was a god who had lived for thousands of years. But what puzzled Lei Dianying was that as a god of Mond, did Wendy need to sing herself to make money if she wanted something?

"Haha, there is no god Barbatos here, only a bard named Wendy, don't make any mistakes again!"

Wendy corrected Lei Dianying's words with a smile

"Wendy, you are still the same. You really are the god who pursues freedom."

Lei Dianzhen was not that surprised. After all, it was not surprising for the free wind to do anything. However, Lei Dianzhen also understood that under Wendy's unruly appearance, there was also a sadness of her own.

After seeing Wendy's performance, Mengyan understood why Wendy called himself the best bard in the world. Such a fascinating and touching performance is not something that ordinary people can perform.

Then Mengyan took the apple wine in front of her and took a sip. It was not as spicy and bitter as she had imagined. It tasted sweet and delicious with a smooth texture. Rather than wine, Mengyan felt that this apple wine was more like a drink.

Then Meng Yan took off the endless wine jug from his waist and poured the apple wine in the cup into it. This action of Meng Yan also attracted Wendy's attention, so Wendy came over and looked at Wen Yan in confusion and asked,

"Brother Mengyan, what are you doing?"

Wendy also knew that Meng Yan was not an ordinary person. He would definitely not take away even a cup of apple wine. He must have some deep meaning behind this.

"Here, take a look at it."

Hearing this, Meng Yan picked up the endless wine jug and began to pour out the apple wine that had just been poured in. At first, Wendy didn't understand, but soon she noticed something different.

The wine that Mengyan poured out was obviously more than the wine that was just poured in. As for the possibility that the gourd was originally filled with apple wine, Wendy rejected it after just thinking about it. After all, he didn't think Mengyan would be so boring.

"This gourd of mine is called the Endless Wine Pot. As long as you pour a little drink into it, it will produce unlimited drink. It also has a recording function. As long as it has produced a drink, it can produce it again at any time."

Meng Yan shook the endless wine jug in his hand, then picked up the empty wine glass on the table, poured out a glass of fresh milk and pushed it in front of Lei Dianying, poured a glass of juice and pushed it in front of Lei Dianzhen, and poured a glass of gourd's own wine and pushed it in front of Wendy.

"Oh my! My good baby, my good baby!"

After listening to Meng Yan's description and seeing Meng Yan actually pour out several kinds of drinks, Wendy's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother Mengyan, I wonder if you still have this precious gourd. Can you give me one? Of course, I won't take it for nothing. I will exchange it with you for the Heart of God!"

Wendy looked at Meng Yan with eagerness, and even took out the Heart of God.

Heart of God? Why would I need that damned thing?

Meng Yan thought speechlessly, although this Endless Wine Flask is also available in the mall, it is also quite expensive, costing 8000 imaginary points, a typical overpriced item.

"I'm sorry, Wendy, this is the only gourd I have right now. If I find another one later, I'll give it to you."

One gourd is enough for Mengyan. If she really wants to sign in and get another one, it won't be a big deal to just give it to Wendy.

"That's it..."

Wendy nodded with regret after hearing this.