Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

Lin Huan opened his eyes again, lifted the curtain and looked out the window. He found that he had passed the Tianheng Mountain Pass area on this side and was walking along the winding mountain road towards the old bridge of Liyue Port. The war came to an end for the time being, and the checkpoints on the roadside had been completely demolished. Pedestrians gradually resumed, and carriages and horses continued to come and go. When the war began, some of the families who had fled to the inner rock of the mountain pass had already begun to move back to their old places.

This road was originally empty, as it had become a mess due to the war. Now, after the Lantern Festival, it is a little more lively.

"Sister Huan, are you awake?" Rong Zhao came over and touched Lin Huan's forehead. "Do you feel better?"

Lin Huan nodded, retracted his gaze from the window, and smiled at him. It seemed that he was much more energetic than the last time he woke up.

"I'm glad you're feeling better." Rong Zhao said softly, "When I saw you before, I was really worried... You and your brother both looked like you were about to collapse. To be honest, I was a little scared."

"What's coming next is not over yet. How can I fall down?" Lin Huan whispered, "I can't."

The carriage swayed along the mountain road towards Liyue Harbor, and soon we saw the towering red walls of Liyue Harbor, standing at the end of our sight, so permanent and firm.

"Okay..." Rong Zhao's eyes flashed with tears, "Brother, sister Ahuan...we are home."

Lin Huan's nasal voice came from behind.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped suddenly. Lin Huan and Rong Zhao subconsciously leaned over to protect the person sleeping between them. After confirming that the person was safe and sound and not awakened, Rong Zhao turned to Lin Huan and said, "Huan, don't be nervous. I'll get off the carriage and take a look."

He opened the car door, got out, and didn't speak for a long time. It turned out that there were many people standing on both sides of the road outside the car door, men, women, young and old, holding red neon flowers in their hands. This sea of ​​flowers, bright red, seemed to have no end, extending all the way to Liyue Harbor, and a touch of sadness flashed in Rong Zhao's eyes.

He did not return to the carriage, but got off, walked to the window side, leaned against the window and spoke to Lin Huan in a low voice.

"Don't be nervous, Huan. It's not the bad guys, nor the treasure-stealing group blocking the way. It's the elders and villagers of Liyue Harbor... who are welcoming the hero home..."

After hearing this, Lin Huan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing: "Rong Zhao, you...!"

"The carriage stopped suddenly. I also thought... it must have been blocked by bandits." Rong Zhao said softly with a wronged look on his face, "A Huan... do you want to get off the carriage and take a look?"

"I don't need to." Lin Huan whispered, "Heroes are the Qianyan soldiers who fought hard for Liyue Harbor and sacrificed countless lives; they are Brother Boyang who spent almost everything to eliminate the monsters in the underground palace, and was finally wounded and exhausted; they are also Yasha who fled the battlefield before the war because he hated fighting, but in the end he smelled the breath of blood and fire and rushed to the battlefield again regardless of everything just to help the soldiers confront the monsters, and finally died of serious injuries in the underground palace; it is... it is Mr. Feng who guarded the two passes from being invaded by monsters and supported various battlefields with his life... but it is not Lin Huan from the Wangsheng Hall. What virtue and ability do I have to deserve this honor?"

“But I know… Mr. Feng is Lin Huan, and Lin Huan is also Mr. Feng. This praise and admiration from the people of Liyue… Ah Huan, you deserve it… Mr. Feng’s achievements are worth it. Ah Huan, you deserve it.”

“But I don’t want to be a hero.” Lin Huan smiled softly. “I am a child of Liyue Harbor… I deeply love this harbor that accepts me, embraces me, and contains me with deep warmth and love, just like my home… I know this very well, and that’s enough. I am an immortal, but I also want to be like an ordinary person, walking in the streets and alleys, watching the children playing happily after school, watching the neighbors greet each other in harmony, and watching everyone in Liyue Harbor spend every day seriously and full of expectations. I will be very happy.”

"So, it's OK even if there are no flowers and applause."

"Forget it, I can't persuade you." Rong Zhao sighed, "The brother in the car, please help me take care of him..."

As he spoke, he turned to the shaft and sat on it, took the reins from the driver, pulled the horse to adjust the angle, and patted the reins in his hand: "Okay, it's time to go home."