I write novels in Liyue

But you can't see it at all unless you look closely...

As for Beidou's claim of identifying through aura, that is completely imperceptible.

As they were chatting, plates of delicious food were served.

Paimon, who had been floating to the side recalling Yang Jian's dejected state and almost bursting into tears, immediately lit up when he saw the food being served. He picked up a fragrant piece of charcoal-grilled cured pork rib and started gnawing on it.

She completely forgot about Yang Jian and the like.

The dinner table was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

Beidou took a bite of the dry-pot pork slices, then took a sip of wine, and began telling them stories of free-spirited sea adventures.

Fang Qiu ate light food while listening to Sister Beidou tell stories, and watched Sister Beidou and Xin Yan eat heavy, oily, salty, and spicy dishes.

I'm so envious.

Let alone taste it, just smelling it from this distance makes my face flush and my mouth water.

Yun Jin shared her envy.

She ate stir-fried shrimp while looking at the dry pot meat slices and other foods placed in front of Beidou and the others.

Filled with envy.

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P.S.: Here it comes! This part was so difficult to write, with so many characters, but I finally made it through. The rest of the story will flow smoothly and things will be stable.

By the way, I also bought a book by a very talented author.

"I, who can extract my identity, join the death game."

Zhao Yemei runs a small private custom shop, where her job is to customize deaths for others.

On a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, after he customized a death for a customer as usual, he found himself caught up in a death game with no end in sight.

What surprised Zhao Yemei even more was that, unlike other players, he seemed to be able to draw his in-game identity after each game.

"I initially just wanted to play a game, so it's really unexpected that things have come to this."

Legendary Investigator, Sword Saint of No Thought, Lord of Steam, Observer of the End, Lord of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Eternal Dark Sun, Ruler of Death and Souls, Master of the Four Pillar Gods, Zhao Yemei, said this.

"...As for the chaotic scene, that was another accident."

Chapter 276 Ruotuo Dragon King (Two Chapters Combined)

The snow fell softly, enveloping the entire Liyue Harbor, where warm lights intertwined with pure white snowflakes.

The tavern downstairs from Wanwenjishe.

The tavern owner leaned against the tavern entrance, wearing a cheongsam with a white fur-lined overcoat over it, and black stockings for warmth.

Even amidst heavy snow and freezing temperatures, its charm remains undiminished, exuding elegance and sophistication.

"It's snowing. Looks like there won't be much business tonight."

Looking at the hurried pedestrians on the street, she sighed softly.

Although many people have gathered at the tavern to celebrate the Lantern Festival these days, it is still far from the grand occasion when Fang Qiu issued his book, when the tavern was packed with people and tables had to be set up outside.

It snowed again today. It's freezing cold, so I guess there won't be many guests coming.

She looked up at the night sky, where the night was desolate.

"call."

She exhaled a breath of warm air and hugged her chest.

Even with an overcoat on, it was still a bit cold.

Just as she was about to turn around and go back to the tavern for a drink to warm herself up, she suddenly noticed that many pedestrians were hurrying towards her from another part of the street.

"Madam, are there any seats available?"

More than a dozen people surrounded her, their eyes bloodshot. At first, the proprietress was startled, thinking that these people with bloodshot eyes were about to do something illegal or disorderly.

For example, robbery.

It turns out these people came here to drink?

The proprietress then noticed that their faces were full of sadness, as if they had encountered something upsetting.

Her eyes must have been red from crying.

What happened?

She was somewhat puzzled.

However, seeing several people heading towards the tavern owned by the big guy across the street, she didn't bother to ask any more questions.

"There are still plenty of seats available, please come in, esteemed guests."

The proprietress quickly invited everyone into the tavern.

A lot of people came, and soon, not only her place, but also the big tavern across the street was packed with customers.

The proprietress glanced at the weather and looked somewhat helpless.

I wish someone could make the weather clear up.

That way, she could move the table outside and set up a few more tables.

The words of the Rock King Emperor should be able to easily dispel this wind and snow.

I remember the first time I watched the ritual of summoning immortals when I was a child. The sky was overcast, but after the Rock King Emperor descended, the dark clouds dispersed.

That scene was etched deeply in her memory.

Ugh……

In the blink of an eye, the Rock King Emperor had already departed for the heavens.

Just as she was mourning and reminiscing about the Rock King Emperor, a calm voice rang out.

"Boss lady."

The proprietress was taken aback and turned around to see a handsome young man standing a few steps away.

His expression was calm, showing neither joy nor sorrow.

However, the wind and snow fell on him, turning his hair white, and he felt a strange sense of loneliness.

The proprietress was taken aback.

"Mr. Zhongli, you've come for a drink too?"

The proprietress asked instinctively, but then realized the tavern was full and quickly added, "I'm sorry, the tavern is full."

"It's alright."

Zhongli shook his head and said, "Give me two jars of the finest osmanthus wine, I'll take some away."

"Mr. Zhongli, please wait a moment."

The proprietress quickly turned around and went into the tavern.

Before long, he came out carrying two jars of wine with some difficulty.

The wine jar was tied with a red rope and swayed precariously.

"Mr. Zhongli, the finest osmanthus wine."

The proprietress said, "I will send the bill to the funeral parlor."

Thank you.

Zhongli nodded, accepted the two jars of wine, turned and walked into the distance. Soon his somewhat lonely figure gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Zhongli didn't seem to leave in the direction of the Hall of Rebirth, did he?"

The proprietress was somewhat puzzled.

However, she was more curious about what had happened that attracted so many people to drink, and even Mr. Zhongli came to buy alcohol.

So she turned back to the tavern and asked a young man whose expression didn't seem so serious.

"What happened? Why are you all drinking?"

The proprietress asked, puzzled.

"Hey... don't even mention it, boss lady, have you ever heard of 'Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother'?"

The young man raised an eyebrow.

"I've heard of it, what's wrong?"

The proprietress was somewhat puzzled.

Although she was very busy during the Lantern Festival, she still managed to find time to go to a photo studio to watch "Your Name".

However, after watching it, I found that the photo studio was still showing another movie.

"Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother"

She initially thought it was a film produced by another chamber of commerce, but upon closer inspection, she discovered that "Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother" was actually a collaborative work between Fang Qiu and Yunhan Society.

So she also read "Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother".

It must be said that Fang Qiu and Yunhan Society are both highly skilled.

It's a wonderful and heartwarming film, perfect for watching during the Lantern Festival.

The only downside is that it doesn't let people come to the tavern for drinks...

So what does that work have to do with all of them coming together to drink?

Isn't "Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother" supposed to have a happy ending?

"A sequel to 'Splitting the Mountain to Save Mother' is out..."

The young man rubbed his head, took a sip of wine, and said.

What is the content of the second part?