I'm a male god in Liyue

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"These are all things that have happened."

Xiangling said shyly, "It's true. Xin Yan is actually a very nice person, but because she looks rather fierce, she doesn't have many friends. I'm one of the people she gets along with quite well. She used to come to Wanmintang to eat often and would even help me try the dishes. She would always say that when unprecedented sweet, sour, bitter and spicy flavors explode on her taste buds, her inspiration would also surge out."

"..."

The other girls fell silent. People who make music are really strange.

Xiangling added, "Although Xin Yan doesn't care much about what others think of her now, she feels that it's bad to make others worry or cause them trouble, so she's been trying to find ways to change. I think if her skin could be a little whiter, it would make her seem kinder to others."

"I see. I think I can give it a try."

"Then where is she now?"

Xiangling shook her head: "I just got back, so I'm not too sure. I'll go to her house to find her tomorrow..."

Ye Lan spoke again: "Then you don't need to go."

"Hey?"

"Because she is not in Liyue right now, but in Fontaine."

"How did you know?"

"I am an intelligence officer, and I have been keeping an eye on information about certain special individuals within Liyue."

Do you know what she went to Fontainebleau for?

“Going to attend a large concert, it seems there will be a performance at the Opicle Theatre in Fontaine.”

"I've heard of it; that theater seems to be particularly famous!"

Xiangling felt a little regretful.

"Then we can only wait for her to come back. She will definitely come back during the Lantern Festival, and I will talk to her about it then."

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In the hall.

Qiqi, Guoba, and Grandma Ping were sitting quietly together, not going to the bathhouse with everyone else.

Qiqi doesn't like taking hot baths.

Guoba was so full that it was slumped in the chair, rubbing its belly.

Grandma Ping, on the other hand, couldn't bring herself to go. Although she liked water, the thought of an old woman taking a bath with a group of little girls was really awkward.

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked at Qiqi, who was diligently reading her notes, a strange look flashing in her eyes.

Grandma Ping personally experienced Qiqi's resurrection.

Logically speaking, Qiqi's life and death should have been frozen at that moment forever, and nothing should have changed.

However, she now discovers that Qiqi has grown taller.

This is something incredible.

Mr. Xia accomplished something that even the Emperor could not do.

This also means that, in a sense, Mr. Xia seems to be even more powerful than the Emperor, so powerful that even the previous Grass God was willing to humble himself before him...

Thinking of this, Grandma Ping couldn't help but tremble slightly.

She glanced up at the door to the back hall.

A familiar, strange sound was coming from inside.

She recognized the voice; it was Mr. Xia giving Xiangling a massage.

To be treated this way by such a being, this disciple can be considered to have received divine favor.

She felt a strange sense of envy.

I'm not going to think about these trivial things anymore.

Grandma Ping lowered her head and drank her tea.

Suddenly I feel like staying in the clouds.

I wonder how well she's progressed in her cultivation now.

If she were here, there would be just enough people at home to play mahjong, and those two old folks, Li Shui and Xiao Yue, wouldn't have to go to the teahouse to play mahjong every day.

Ugh.

Grandma Ping sighed softly and continued drinking her tea.

Hearing the sound, Qiqi looked up and glanced at Grandma Ping.

She suddenly asked, "Grandma."

"Ok?"

"Have we met a long time ago?"

"..."

Grandma Ping paused, and remained silent for a moment.

"Yes, we've met before, Qiqi, do you remember everything?"

"No, I just... have this feeling..."

"Well, Qiqi, do you want to know how you became a zombie? I can tell you..."

"No, I don't want to know yet. I'll wait until I remember."

"……it is good."

Chapter 322 Let's Go to the Construction Site (4K)

"Dad, I'm home!"

"Woo!"

Xiangling walked into Wanmintang, with Guoba following behind her.

"Well, I'm back."

Master Mao responded without turning his head.

He was preparing ingredients in the kitchen.

Because I went to eat at Xia Tian Xiao Dian tonight, Wanmintang was closed, which resulted in a lot of the ingredients he prepared this morning being left uneaten.

Fortunately, the weather has gotten quite cold now, so as long as it's stored properly, it can be used again tomorrow.

Xiangling followed him into the kitchen and came to Master Mao's side, tugging at his clothes impatiently.

"Dad! Daddy!"

"Ok?"

"Look at me! Look at me!"

"Wait a minute, I'm busy right now."

"Hey, hurry up!"

Master Mao turned around with a bit of helplessness and saw his daughter's excited expression.

"what happened?"

"Look, look! My face!"

"Did you take a shower?"

"No! Look closely! Has it turned whiter?"

"Really? I can't see it very clearly."

"I'll go get the light!"

Xiangling brought the four-panel lamp from the table.

Master Mao looked at it more carefully and was a little surprised.

"It really has gotten whiter!"

"Hehe, Mr. Xia helped me!"

"Oh."

"Dad, what's wrong with your tone?"

"After all, he's Mr. Xia."

Master Mao smiled, turned around, and continued working.

Xiangling touched her smooth, tender face.

Suddenly, she sighed inexplicably and put the four-panel lamp back on the table.

Master Mao couldn't help but ask, "Xiangling, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, Dad, I'll help you pack."