Zhongli ordered some food and drinks and placed them in front of Mandrill and Zhong Mo. Seeing that Mandrill still seemed a little reluctant to let go, Zhongli didn't force it. After all, everything had to be done step by step. He expected Mandrill to be able to reintegrate into the crowd in an instant.
It's not realistic either.
As soon as Chongyun Xingqiu approached the stall, Zhong Mo, who was sitting in his seat, waved hello to the two of them.
"This way, this way! Brother Xingqiu, Chongyun."
Chongyun and Xingqiu looked at each other and walked towards the table where Zhong Mo and the others were sitting.
The boss immediately came over and said, "Are you acquaintances? That's just right. You guys happen to be at the same table. I'll give you the tools to prepare the game."
Xingqiu and Chongyun looked at Mandrill and Zhongli. Chongyun stared at Mandrill for a while and felt that they looked familiar.
In Chongyun's vague memory, he remembered the portraits he had seen in his father's room and the stories his father told him.
One day, Chongyun's father held Chongyun in his arms and asked him to look at a man on the wall. The man was holding a spear and wearing a ferocious mask. He was standing with the gun in front of him, with ferocious monsters in front of him and the bustling background.
of Liyue.
"Chongyun, you have to remember that our alchemist clan, together with the Great Sage of Conquering Demons, has been guarding Liyue for a long time. I hope you can become an outstanding alchemist in the future, succeeding your father and working with Mandrill.
Protect Liyue."
Although he was young at the time and the immortal in the painting was wearing a mask, the moment Chongyun saw Mandrill, he immediately knew that this person was the one in the painting.
"You..." Chongyun was about to speak, but Mandrill immediately glared at him, which frightened him and immediately swallowed the words he had already spoken. "You... okay."
Mandrill just hummed: "You little brat from the alchemist family."
Zhong Mo looked at Chongyun curiously, wondering why he suddenly became so stiff.
"Chongyun, what's wrong with you? Come and sit down, please?"
Xingqiu, who was on the side, protected Chongyun and explained to Zhong Mo: "Chongyun is just curious."
"Curious?" Zhong Mo tilted his head and asked in confusion.
"Look at yourself." By now, Xingqiu had completely confirmed that the little girl in front of him was the Zhong Mo they knew.
Xingqiu gestured to his nose and then to his chest and asked, "Why are you like this now?"
"Oh, what are you talking about? This is what the master said. The body and mind can be transformed into actions. You can simply change your appearance and use it as a disguise!"
"Is that so? Xiaomo is really amazing."
Zhong Mo touched the back of his head embarrassedly: "Actually, it's not me who is great, it's the master who is."
At this time, Zhong Li stood up and asked the two of them to sit down: "You two are Xiao Mo's friends in diplomacy, right? Please sit down, Xiao Mo is out, and Domeng and Duo Meng are taking care of you. As her brother, I would like to express my gratitude to you two."
"It's okay." Xingqiu pulled Zhongyun to sit down and said to Zhongli, "If I admit my mistake correctly, this is Mr. Zhongli, a guest from the Hall of Purity, right?"
"It's down there."
"Then who is this?"
"Oh, this is Mandrill, my friend."
Chongyun on the side was shocked when he heard this name.
"It's indeed him! The great sage who conquers demons!"
Although ordinary people in Liyue have long forgotten the names of many immortals because they have not interacted with immortals for a long time and only remember their titles, Chongyun, whose family has a long history, naturally does not fall into this category.
"Oh, it's Mr. Mandrill."
Mandrill nodded politely to Xingqiu, and then said nothing.
"Sorry, my friend has a cold temperament and doesn't like to talk. I hope you don't misunderstand me."
"How dare we..." Chongyun muttered silently in his mind, glanced at Mandrill, and then looked back at the chessboard in front of him.
Noticing that Chongyun was always looking at him secretly, Mandrill said softly, but no one heard what he said.
"Huh, you little brat from the alchemist family."
At this time, the boss came over with a lot of things.
"Here we come! Sir, these are your play tools, these are the chess pieces, these are the chips, and these are the props."
Xingqiu asked his boss: "Boss, what can you do with [Liyue Millennium]?"
The boss replied: "Of course it does. In addition to the big gift package prepared by our store for the winner, the highest scores of all guests will be recorded by our store.
As long as someone breaks the previous person's historical record after the game is over, they can get another spree carefully prepared by our store.
Of course, if it is not a record created by a normal game, our store will not recognize it. Everything is here, do you guys need anything else?"
"No need, I'm busy."
"It's not in your way. I wish you all a pleasant stay."
Zhongli put all the props away and handed the dice to Zhong Mo.
"Xiaomo, you should be the first."
"Okay! Thank you brother."
Everyone was immersed in the joyful atmosphere of the game. Only Mandrill and Chongyun looked a little strange. Xingqiu didn't understand Mandrill and thought he was like this. Only Chongyun made him feel something was wrong.
"Hey, Chongyun, what's wrong with you? It's rare for you to come out to play, why do you look so depressed?"
"Ah? No, I just remembered something, it's okay."
Chongyun suddenly felt that even Immortal Mandrill was sitting here, so what did he, a young boy, have to care about? After all, Mandrill sitting here was just an ordinary parent playing with his children.
If you see at first glance that those big names who only exist on TV are sitting next to you eating, you will naturally be a little nervous at first, but after you think about it, what is the difference between him and you? Don’t we all have to be honest?
to eat?
After thinking about everything, Chongyun also honestly picked up the dice, threw a number, and happily played the game with Zhong Mo and the others.
"It's your turn, Mandrill."
Mandrill looked up and saw Zhongli looking at him. He saw Zhong Mo placing the dice in front of him, with a green little man in front of him, representing himself.
"Hurry up, master, it's your turn!"
Mandrill looked at the emperor who was already mingling with a group of young people, chatting and laughing, and looked at the dice in front of him.
"Did the Emperor really reach this point because of Xiaomo? Is this really the Emperor?"
Mandrill thought of the bravery of the Liyue people when they faced the wolves not long ago, Xingqiu Chongyun's standing up, Qixing's calmness, and Beidou's bravery and strategy. Perhaps, Liyue is really not the Liyue it used to be.
Even the emperor has begun to let go and intends to step down from the throne, so should I follow the emperor here? Should I also let go?
Unknowingly, Mandrill thought of his four comrades-in-arms. Three of them had passed away, and one was missing. How long would it take until it was his turn?
Forget it, just trust the emperor again. Even the emperor has given up and decided to hand over Liyue to the people of Liyue. Then it's time for him, a remnant of the old era, to let go.
Mandrill looked at Zhong Mo who was looking at him expectantly, smiled, picked up the dice handed over by Zhong Mo on the table, and said in a relaxed tone.
"Really, it's my turn."
Zhongli just looked at it and shook his head gently.
"Mandrill, when will you understand that you also belong to Liyue?"
Liyue is not a garden, Morax is not the owner of the garden, the immortals are not the gardeners, and humans are not the flowers that are carefully cultivated.
Liyue should be a big ship, the rock god is the captain, the immortal is the helmsman, and the humans are the sailors on the ship. This ship belongs to all of them.
