Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

After watching the fireworks, Emperor Jun and Gan Yu said goodbye to everyone and left. Master Hu and his son carefully escorted the pregnant woman back home, and only after confirming that she was safe and sound did they breathe a sigh of relief. Then, they hurried to the city gate to see Xiao and Lin Huan off.

At this time, the night was deep, and the stars twinkled in the vast sky. Xiao and Lin Huan stood outside the city gate, their figures as straight as pine trees. Master Hu and his son stood quietly behind them, their eyes full of deep respect and warmth.

Finally, it was time to part ways.

"Father, Ah Huan will not be staying at home tonight... Don't worry, I have the key. You can go home and rest early. You don't have to hold the door open for me." Lin Huan said softly before leaving.

"Good...good child..." Master Hu Jing was slightly startled, then couldn't help but let his eyes turn red and he smiled softly, "Don't worry about your father, go quickly! Go early and come back early, be careful when traveling at night, even if you are an immortal...you have to remember that there are people at home who care about you!"

"Don't worry, father. I will." Lin Huan nodded, and leaned over to hug his father, who was gradually becoming thinner and more hunched. His heart was slightly sour, and his eyes were slightly dry. He quickly suppressed the tears that were surging, and looked at Xiao. They nodded to each other, then turned around and walked away. Their figures were like flowing light, rushing towards the distance. They were very fast, and disappeared in the vast night in the blink of an eye, leaving only a faint shadow.

They hurried to the top of Wangshu Inn at full speed. It was the hour, and the night sky around them was once again filled with gorgeous and beautiful fireworks. Lin Huan and Xiao stood side by side on a high place, and could clearly see that the several floors of Wangshu Inn were brightly lit, and people were gathered together, laughing and blessing each other under the gorgeous fireworks, welcoming the arrival of the new year.

"Perhaps these fireworks are gifts given to the patron saint of Wangshu Inn by the travelers you protect, who knows?"

Lin Huan smiled and looked at Xiao, "Happy New Year! The new year should be even better. Don't slack off, but don't work too hard either. Take your medicine on time, take good care of yourself... Remember, I'm always here."

"...Yeah." Xiao nodded calmly, "You too...If you feel that the world is too noisy and the joys and sorrows of the world are too hard to bear, you can stay at Wangshu Inn for a few days, or you can go to Jueyunjian Floating House to rest. Ah Huan, you are also an immortal, so remember to take care of yourself first."

"Okay, I know, don't worry!" Lin Huan waved his hand and smiled.

"That's why I'm a little worried." Xiao said softly, "You're too involved in the human world, which is not good. It's nothing else, I'm just afraid that when we part, you'll be reluctant and in pain."

"I understand what you mean, Xiao." Lin Huan whispered, "Many people have said similar things to me...but you should also understand me..."

"You will never regret it...right?" Xiao said softly, "Yeah, I understand. Okay, let's go back to the room. You've been tired all day, so have a good rest."

Lin Huan responded, went downstairs, entered the room he had reserved, closed the door, washed up, lay down on the bed, and began to fall asleep. I don't know when, I finally fell into a deep sleep.

It seemed like a dream. The extremely familiar figure stood under the dim sky, with his back to the extremely terrifying existence in the sky, as if he didn't care at all, just looking at her quietly. She could clearly see every emotion flashing in his amber eyes, which was completely different from his calm, unhurried, and stable state when facing her, his father, brothers, friends, Liyue people, and even Xiao, Ganyu, and Grandma Ping. In those eyes, there was anger, ridicule, dead silence, indifference, almost numbness, and... hatred. She could even clearly see that from the sky, countless blood-red silk threads grew, one end was wrapped around his neck, and many pierced his body from various places, and the other end extended to the sky and plunged into the endless darkness.

He seemed to feel no pain, motionless, just staring at her steadily, suddenly took a deep breath, and tried his best to speak, but no sound came out. After realizing that it was useless, he slowly calmed down, and then slowly revealed a bitter smile that made her heart ache, as if crying... He slowly turned around, like a puppet, being pulled by the silk thread to fly to the distant sky. The back looked lonely and desolate, which made her frightened and terrified. She wanted to catch up, stop him, cut the silk thread that bound him, and hug him, but was stopped by the invisible obstacle and could not move forward. He seemed to have sensed the movement here, turned around, and turned sideways to face her, as if he was looking at her, but as if he saw nothing. The gentleness between his eyebrows was gone, replaced by an extremely sharp and terrifying murderous aura, and... the determination to die.

The next moment, Lin Huan woke up with a start, opened his eyes, and sat up with a heavy breath, but he only saw the flickering lights in the room, and his own trembling figure sitting on the bed with the quilt reflected on the bronze mirror opposite the bed. The night outside the window was still quiet, and the scene just now was like a dream, but the real feeling made Lin Huan unable to forget it and couldn't help but care about it.

After a pause, she stood up, packed herself up, pushed the door and left, disappearing on the spot under the bright moonlight. She just wanted to see him, wanted to see him and hug him at all costs, so why hesitate?