Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

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Lin Huan took a small step back, as if touching and lifting some kind of restriction in the space. The next moment, the air around her seemed to be liberated, and a gentle evening breeze quietly brushed across her fingertips, bringing a hint of coolness.

"A Huan..." Seeing this, Rong Zhao took a step forward and stood steadily beside her.

"So this is what brother meant by burning incense!" He leaned down slightly and lowered his voice to a very low level, as if he was afraid of being heard by others, and said softly, "Is this really okay...?"

"Yes." Lin Huan nodded slightly to show his affirmation. "I see you very often, so naturally we don't need to communicate in this way. But during the temple fairs every year, we still have to burn incense and worship according to convention... and today is a special case."

After saying that, she raised her head, revealed a faint smile, and continued.

"Lord Yan is a being of great power. He will certainly listen to the voices and prayers of every one of his subjects. This is definitely not just a legend."

Rong Zhao nodded to show his understanding, but when his eyes accidentally passed over the other person, he suddenly stopped, frowned slightly, and asked softly: "Your hand...what's wrong?"

Lin Huan raised her hand and saw a slight redness and swelling on the back of her hand due to the burn. She smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry... This is just a little dissatisfaction and blame from my husband. He blamed me for not taking good care of myself... It's okay."

After that, she waved her hand, as if to gently pass on the topic. However, Rong Zhao did not let go of this detail easily. He stared at the redness and swelling, revealing a trace of concern and worry in his eyes.

"You are always like this... No wonder Mr. Zhongli is angry..." Rong Zhao sighed, with a hint of helplessness and regret in his tone. He looked at Lin Huan in front of him and sighed in his heart. However, he did not say anything more, just waved his hand and said: "Forget it... Let's go back to the mansion first, my brother has already gone back, and my uncle is there too."

"Okay." Lin Huan nodded obediently and followed Rong Zhao to the Tianheng Mountain. Along the way, Rong Zhao's eyes were always on Lin Huan's injured hand. The originally fair skin was burned red, which made people feel distressed. Rong Zhao frowned, as if thinking about something important.

When they were almost at the mountain path, Rong Zhao suddenly stopped, turned to Lin Huan and said, "Why don't I go with you to Bubu Lu? Although Sister Huixin is not here at the moment, there should be some medicine in Bubu Lu that can treat burns."

Lin Huan was slightly stunned, then smiled, shook his head and said, "There's really no need to bother with it. It's just a minor burn. It will heal in a few days."

However, Rong Zhao looked at Lin Huan seriously and said, "I'm still a little worried, and Mr. Zhongli must want you to take good care of the wound to avoid leaving scars. After all, a girl's hands are very important."

When Lin Huan heard Rong Zhao mention Mr. Zhongli, her face slightly blushed, but she nodded gently. Rong Zhao heaved a sigh of relief and showed a little relief on his face. So, the two changed the direction of their journey and walked towards Bubulu.