Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

"To be honest... I feel like I'm dreaming." Lin Huan said to Rong Zhao with a wry smile.

"Me too... Ah Huan." The man sighed softly.

On the way back to Liyue Harbor in the carriage, Lin Huan and Rong Zhao sat opposite each other. In the middle of them, lying on the ground was Bo Yang, who was wrapped tightly in a cloak and a blanket. The ground in the carriage was not cold, but a soft blanket was laid in advance, which was soft and warm. He had fallen asleep safely in the swaying of the vehicle.

The Lantern Festival just ended a few days ago. Although it has entered spring, the temperature has not yet slowly warmed up, and there is still a slight chill. At that time, even Lin Huan himself was unconscious due to injuries, and he spent the most important festival at the end of the year in a daze... but fortunately he did not miss the reunion with his family that day. That day, Master Hu came to Wangshu Inn early, and so did the Emperor. He came a little later because during the day, the Yiyan Palace had a large-scale ceremony for the sacrifices of the Qianyan Army in the war, and there was also a luncheon. As the Emperor, he had to attend the main seat... However, no matter how busy he was, he did not miss the dinner with his "family".

They set up a small table on the terrace on the third floor of the inn with themselves, Ganyu and Xiao, and asked a chef to prepare a sumptuous dinner to celebrate this unforgettable reunion at the end of the year.

That day, no one was willing to drink from the cup. Not only the two elders, but even Xiao and Ganyu looked at him with disapproval. Facing Ganyu's eyes that were about to cry, Lin Huan finally put down the wine pot with grievance, picked up the tea on the other side, and toasted everyone with tea instead of wine. At the same time, he punished himself with a glass of wine to express his apology for his previous behavior that did not take care of his body.

As for Rong Zhao…his brother was not there, fighting underground, he did not go home, could not go home. One person was missing from the family, one person was missing from the reunion, and this New Year's Day was a feast for the eyes. His family…although sad and worried, they had no way to help, and did not dare to show their sadness and worry too much, and did not dare to add another deep wound to the scarred heart of the only remaining head of the family.

Fortunately, the person finally came back. It cannot be said that he was safe and sound... Although it was a little late and he could not make it to the New Year to reunite with his family, but at least he came back alive, so it was not considered a breach of promise.

"Sister Ah Huan, you look terrible too. Do you want to take a rest?" Rong Zhao looked at the person next to him leaning against the wall of the car, with a snow-white cape on his shoulders. He looked very small, much smaller than the one he saw at the Tianheng Mountain Pass that day. His face was pale, almost blending into the fluffy fur scarf around his neck. He curled up in his cape. He saw it and couldn't help but ask with some concern.

"I can't sleep." Lin Huan shook her head. She had already summoned the Green Sword and stuffed it into her arms along with the cloak, but she was still unable to resist the waves of chill and dizziness that kept coming from her heart.

She knew that it was the pollution entrenched in her chest and abdomen that was restlessly threatening to burst out. This trip to the Layered Rock Abyss, and the long-term close contact with the large-scale black pollution that had not been completely cleaned up, was indeed not without a price. She knew her physical condition very well, but she couldn't fall down, at least not now. There were several important things to do next. The first was to send Boyang home... and, yes... there was also Fushe's ceremony of sending the immortals. She had to accompany Xiao and send Fushe off for the last time. She couldn't let down before that and make everyone around her worry.

So, she looked at Rong Zhao and smiled...very lightly, and seemed a little dazed.

"Rong Zhao... I want to regulate my breathing for a while. Can you protect me for a while... please?"

Rong Zhao nodded, and was naturally happy to agree to her request.