The candles in the golden room were dying. In the swaying sea tide, the candles brought vitality to the room, but they could not last long, and Heulia was kneeling in the darkness that was still going out. The banquet hall
The water vapor and the silence of the night are frozen on the flower windows.
Zhongli and Famas did not express their opinions. The lights and shadows danced past Heulia's face, and finally disappeared. The sky had turned into light gray and dark blue, and the clouds were divided into wisps, heavy and like
Floating snow.
The darkest night has passed, and the feeling of exhaustion has flooded into Ningguang's heart like a tide.
Ning Guang once again glanced at Mr. Zhongli, who was folding his arms and looking leisurely, and Famas, who was retreating into the sofa and seemingly indifferent to the world. What she wanted to do most at this moment was to lift the wooden chair under the table and ruthlessly
It hit Zhongli's handsome face hard.
In addition to the plans of the Fools and the Silver Plains Hall itself, Heulia's resurrection must also be secretly operated by Famas and Zhongli.
In the eyes of the gods, whether it is Foolish People, Qixing or Yinyuan Hall, they are probably just pawns on Liyue's chessboard that can be sacrificed at any time.
"Heulia, the Demon God of Salt... On behalf of the Seven Stars of Liyue, I accept your request."
However, this thought only passed away in a flash. Ning Guang calmed down his mood slightly, put away the magic formula that he was twisting with his fingertips, and fell back to the ground.
Although Ningguang stood in front of Heulia and Ninglan as the winner of this rebellion, she still felt inexplicably frustrated. The Tianquan Star at this moment looked different from Heulia who was kneeling on the ground.
In fact, they have different destinations, and under the gaze of the gods, they don't have much choice.
If he does not agree to Heulia's request, he will have to fight to the end with a demon god. Even though the demon god is weak, Ningguang has the ability to imitate the ancient king of gods and kill gods, but he has to return to the desolate place where he is now.
The scene was still vivid in his mind, and the explosion of divine power before the demon's death was probably enough to destroy the entire Liyue.
You must know that even the whirlpool demon god Osel, who poses a huge threat to the coastal waters of Liyue, has gathered the power of the immortals and the Jade Pavilion, but it can only seal it again. The price required to completely kill a demon god is too high.
It is too expensive, and even the seven nations of Teyvat today may not be able to afford it.
But if he lets Heulia go too easily and forgives Yin Yuan Hall's crimes, it will inevitably appear weak. As the current ruler of Liyue, Ning Guang must find the most appropriate way to deal with it, which can punish Yin who conspired to create a god.
The original hall can also scare the other eight sects who are still cautious.
Accepting Heulia's request and postponing the matter is undoubtedly the best choice at the moment.
"Thank you for your tolerance and kindness."
Heulia bowed her head and bowed down, but Ninglan stood up staggeringly, as if she wanted to snatch the ruler hanging in front of Heulia, but her hands had been locked back by the shackles specially made by the Qianyan Army earlier.
Even if the extinguished Eye of God lights up again, it will be difficult to escape for a while.
Also reacting at the same time was Qian Yanjun Youxu, who was standing behind Ning Lan.
The moment he heard the reminder from Ningguang, Youxu turned around and lay down backwards, trying to avoid the attack thrown by Famas. Fortunately, Heulia appeared in time and blocked everyone, otherwise all the Qianyan Army around him would be attacked.
Life and death are unpredictable.
Youxu, whose hair was still stained with salt, stepped forward quickly, kicked Ning Lan in the hip, pushed the struggling woman to the ground, and without any regard for dignity, he reached out and pulled it off without hesitation.
He picked up the Eye of Rock Elemental God on Ninglan’s thigh.
Even at this moment, Heulia was still kneeling on the spot and did not make any reaction.
But judging from the whitened knuckles that Mother Yan clenched in front of her chest, it was obvious that she was not in such a calm mood.
More and more Qianyan troops gathered around with weapons. Heulia looked around with sad eyes, then reached out and pushed forward, passing the ruler that symbolized the authority of salt towards the direction of Ningguang.
However, it was not Ningguang who took over the power of salt, but the immortal Lin who came gracefully.
Gan Yu formed a seal with his hands and carefully moved in the direction in which the ruler floated. He continued to use immortal magic to wrap the salt cup that contained the authority of the demon god, and finally held it lightly in the palm of his hand to prevent the power in the ruler from polluting the surrounding environment.
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After confirming that the sealed object indeed contained the authority of the Salt God, Gan Yu turned around and nodded towards Ningguang.
Compared with Qilin from other countries, Gan Yu did endure a lot prematurely. Originally, what Qilin had to do before he came of age was to practice Qilin's martial arts and spells with the true kings, and to subdue the envoys, but Gan Yu soon after he was born.
When the melee in Guiliyuan ushered in, her father followed the emperor on an expedition. The young Gan Yu also assumed the responsibility of assisting the government and took the initiative to learn from Zhongli in handling government affairs.
Gan Yu has met Gui Zhong several times, but he doesn't know Gui Zhong's past, let alone Heulia, so it's not surprising that he is wary of her.
Ninglan was held on the head by four Qianyan Army soldiers, who were bowing and escorted out of the venue. However, out of respect for the devil, Heulia, who had many wrinkles on her face, was only supported by the two Qianyan Army soldiers.
Escorted to leave.
Before leaving, Heulia greeted Ningguang Jaw again, looked up at the seat where Pantalone was sitting with a slightly sad look, then turned to the second floor of the Golden House and left from the main entrance of the building.
"Your Excellency Famas, was it in your plan for things to end like this?"
Pantalone watched Heulia leave, then raised her eyes slightly and tilted her head to look at Famas who said nothing. Her eyes under the morning light looked gentle and non-aggressive, but there was just a hint of playfulness in her tone.
The irony never goes away.
"I thought that after death and the passage of thousands of years, Heulia would be more radical than before..."
"But she is still using the excuse that she doesn't want her children to be harmed to avoid her own cowardice and weakness."
Famas shook his head and recalled the scene when he met Heulia. Although Yantu did not actively participate in the war, it still needed trade and population circulation, so it would also be affected by the Liyue cultural circle centered on Guiliji.
Influence.
The contract scroll that appeared in the Salt Temple of the Earth, as well as Heulia's own words and deeds, can prove this.
"No wonder Morax, who is famous for his force, would use the strategy of driving away tigers and devouring wolves."
As if he had figured out a doubt that had been bothering him for a long time, Famas sighed softly, and without waiting for Pantalone's reaction, he got up from the sofa and walked towards the stairs going downstairs:
"We've finished watching the farce, Fugui'er, are you going to continue staring at Zhongli here?"
Pantalone shrugged, picked up the cloak on the sofa, turned around and glanced at Zhongli who was hiding in the corner, and then walked with Famas.
During the short time she got along with the boy, Pantalone understood that the best way to talk to the God of War was to brush her hair along the way. Moreover, as long as it was not an open provocation and did not mention topics that should not be mentioned, Famas's temper was still there.
Among the many demon gods he has seen, they are all amazingly good.
"I don't have this kind of leisure, but maybe the story shouldn't end like this." Pantalone spoke softly, as if talking to her lover, "Just like winter fairy tales, they always start by the warm fireplace.
, and naturally it should end at the fire."
As if he heard the deep meaning of Pantalone's words, Famas, who was going downstairs, turned around in surprise and asked the banker: "Isn't this kind of thing your specialty? Find a few debt collectors to deal with it quietly.
That’s it.”
"But I have already entrusted you with the commission, haven't I?" Pantalone's smile was warm and soft, and a strand of hair was tucked behind his ear. There seemed to be some sense in his tone, and his eyes were blood-red.
It looked even more profound under the candlelight: "Miss Ninglan is not dead... I really can't fall asleep."
Famas carefully looked at the smiling banker from head to toe. It was obvious that Pantalone's elegant and gentle appearance would make those who saw him subconsciously ignore his essence of meanness, madness, indifference and extremeness.
"You don't have to worry about this. After all, the loser never has the right to choose."
Famas seemed to have an ambiguous answer, but after receiving the response, Pantalone changed the subject and casually introduced the decoration and meaning of the Golden House building, as if the conversation just now had never happened.
Irina remained silent, put away the various data obtained from the experiment, and followed Pantalone and Famas step by step.
The three of them left the banquet hall in a swaggering manner in front of Ningguang, Zhongli and many Qianyan Army soldiers.