Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Chapter 301 Sending Immortals

On the day of the ceremony to send off the immortals, the morning mist was like a soft gauze, lingering in the streets of Liyue, and it did not dissipate for a long time, as if it was reluctant to leave the fireworks of the world. In the guest room of Baiju Inn, Lin Huan woke up quietly, and when he got up, he was as light as a feather, as if the breeze was blowing through the flowers, afraid to break the tranquility and peace of Liyue Harbor in the morning. The morning light sprinkled through the gaps in the window lattices, like golden threads spread by the goddess, gently spreading in the house, covering the room with a layer of bright soft light. The light seemed to have life, just like a warm palm, gently caressing her face, leaving a trace of warmth, like a spring breeze, intoxicating. Lin Huan was dressed in a clean and elegant gauze dress, like a pure heart swaying slightly in the morning mist, the whole person perfectly blended with the tranquility of the morning, intoxicated by this warm and soft skylight. Every pore was like long-dry land, greedily absorbing the freshness and vitality of the dawn, making her radiate a different kind of vitality, just like a flower blooming in the warm spring sun, quiet and gentle, full of vitality, as if the previous weakness and embarrassment could no longer affect her.

The next room was completely silent, like a valley sleeping in the depths of ancient times, so quiet that it was unsettling. The young man of the Fatui who had once alerted Lin Huan, Mr. Tartaglia, left quietly after everything was settled, leaving only the tightly closed door, like a silent lonely city, empty of people, but still with an elusive breath of danger. This breath loomed in the almost frozen quiet atmosphere, just like the short nightmare left over from last night, which had gradually faded away, but still left an imperceptible trace in the air, like the faint ripples left by the breeze blowing across the calm lake, which was subtle and hard to see, but real, adding a bit of mystery to the silence.

However, these are not the focus of Lin Huan's attention at the moment. She has only one urgent thought in her heart - to meet her little baby Yaoyao and hold her tightly in her arms. Looking back on the past, she had to send Yaoyao to Bubulu reluctantly due to the situation. At that time, although she saw doubts in Yaoyao's eyes, she saw more of unreserved trust in her. That trust was like bright stars, shining in Yaoyao's eyes. On the way to send Yaoyao to Bubulu, Yaoyao's little hands tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, and every step was extremely heavy, as if a heavy burden was pressing on her tender shoulders. Lin Huan knew very well that this sensible child had actually noticed the abnormality a long time ago, but he still accepted it all obediently and silently. The little figure seemed extremely resolute at that moment.

When Yaoyao was handed over to Bai Zhu, Yaoyao's eyes were filled with tears. The tears were like crystal pearls, swirling in her eye sockets, but she tried hard not to let them fall. She never cried, but just hugged Lin Huan tightly, and the strength of her arms seemed to pour all her emotions into it, as if she was hugging the most precious treasure in the world. After a long time, she slowly let go, her eyes full of attachment and reluctance. She quietly looked at Lin Huan's back as he turned and left. Lin Huan could feel that his gaze was tightly wrapped around her like a silk thread, and it lasted for a long time until her figure disappeared from her sight, and then the gaze reluctantly moved away. That scene kept reappearing in Lin Huan's mind, like a clear image, every detail deeply hurt her heart, making her worry constantly, it was an unforgettable longing.

Now, the crisis has dissipated, and everything has settled, like a clear sky after a storm. Those threats that once shrouded their hearts like a haze dissipated with the first ray of light this morning, as if they had never appeared. And Liyue is about to open a new chapter, full of hope and vitality. At this moment, Lin Huan's heart is full of longing for Yaoyao. This longing is like a prairie fire, burning in her heart, hot and strong. She can't wait to hold the cute little guy in her arms again, feel her warmth and dependence, as if only in this way can her heart be complete again. She knows that Yaoyao must be waiting for her in Bubulu. The friendship between them is like the morning light that penetrates the darkness, tenacious and warm, shining, becoming the brightest light in each other's hearts, illuminating each other's world, and will never be extinguished no matter how the wind and rain invade.

Lin Huan walked towards Bubulu with great expectation, and Yaoyao's cute and playful appearance kept appearing in her mind. The corners of her mouth could not help but slightly rise, outlining a gentle arc. However, she was completely unaware that Yaoyao, who was in Bubulu at the moment, was immersed in the ups and downs of emotions.

Yaoyao woke up early from her sleep, and the fear from the previous night's dream still remained in her eyes. To her, the day when Osel attacked was like an extremely terrifying nightmare. At that time, the sky and the earth were dark, and the sea was raging like a wild horse. The whole world seemed to be shaking violently, as if it would collapse and shatter in the next second.

At that terrifying moment, Yaoyao was concerned about the immortal elders who were at the forefront - the Qun Yu Pavilion. She was worried about the safety of Uncle Xueyue and Uncle Lishui, and she was also concerned about Aunt Liuyun's condition. There were also her master, the gentle sister Ganyu, and the person who was as gentle as the breeze and the bright moon and placed her in the safest place. Their figures kept appearing in Yaoyao's mind. Each of them was like the most precious treasure in her life. She was afraid that if she was not careful, she would lose any of them.

The powerful and frightening existence was the ancient gods who had coveted Liyue and were later suppressed by the Emperor. However, at that moment, they were released, and a war between demons and gods seemed to be about to break out again, and the haze instantly enveloped Liyue Harbor. All this filled Yaoyao's young heart with fear. She was extremely afraid of losing her beloved elders. That worry was like a sharp carving knife, deeply engraved in the depths of her soul, and she still felt terrified.

When Lin Huan walked through the ancient archway of Feiyunpo, it was like stepping into a peaceful and beautiful painting. She took steady steps, neither hurried nor slow, passing by the exquisite pavilions and waterside pavilions. Each step complemented the surrounding scenery, fearing to disturb the tranquility. Then, she stepped onto the stairs step by step, with a complex emotion of expectation and eagerness in her eyes. As soon as she looked up, she saw Yaoyao and Qiqi at the top of the stairs.

Lin Huan's eyes were instantly attracted to Yaoyao. She was the first to notice Yaoyao's tense expression. Her little face was like crumpled rice paper, full of anxiety, just like a frightened deer in the forest, with panic in her pure eyes, as if the air around her became tense and depressing because of her anxiety.

However, at the moment when Yaoyao's eyes met Lin Huan's, a miraculous change occurred. Her eyes instantly shone like stars, just like the brightest star in the dark night sky suddenly burst into light, instantly dispelling the haze that had previously shrouded her heart. It was as if the dark world was torn apart by a strong light, and hope and joy surged like a tide.

Yaoyao was extremely excited, as if she was injected with endless energy. She waved her hands vigorously, and her small arms swung quickly in the air, bringing up a breeze. She shouted Lin Huan's name loudly, and the crisp voice echoed in the air, like a stream flowing happily in the mountains hitting the rocks. Then, she ran down the stairs like a gust of wind, her small figure like a light bird, carrying endless joy and happiness. Her hair fluttered in the wind, like a bunch of joyful flags.