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"Han Chen, here and here!"
Paimon smiled and waved to Han Chen, while Ying stood aside, staring at Han Chen with some resentment.
This person must have gone on a date with Miss Keqing yesterday, hmph, dog man!
Han Chen came over with the Chopping Yan Long Sword on his back, the sky was just bright at this time, "Morning."
"Let's go then, the journey is still a long way," Ying sat on the carriage and smiled at Han Chen.
"Can you drive a carriage?"
Han Chenxu looked at him, and suddenly he was a little worried about the safety of his own life. He sat beside Ying, and the carriage had only two seats in the front.
Paimon stood on top of Han Chen's head, and said confidently: "Don't worry, if something happens, I will take you out of danger in time!"
Han Chen silently glanced at Paimon's little hand, thinking that he should pay more attention.
Yingqi banged Han Chen with a fist, "I have a pilot's license!"
"Uh, does this have anything to do with the carriage?"
"They are all means of transportation!"
Ying raised the reins and pulled it gently, and the horse pulled the carriage and began to move forward. The roads in the suburbs of Liyue were also built quite standardly, and there was almost no bumpy feeling.
"The secret realm you said is in the suburbs of Mond?"
Han Chen looked at the map, thinking that he really hadn't been to Mond for a while, and he didn't know what the alcoholic poet was doing.
"Well, Paimon and I went there once before and found the upside-down seven-day god statue there." Ying's beautiful eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
"And there is the smell of the Abyss Religion, I think I should be able to find clues to my brother..."
Ying sighed softly, her brother was still missing, and she didn't know when she would be able to find him.
Empty... Han Chen frowned slightly, he had never seen His Royal Highness the Prince of the Abyss Religion, as if he was on the dark side of the world.
After all, even Zhongli never had any free clues.
In my memory, Ying should be able to see Sora this time, but Han Chen has never known about the next development. The plot of the original god before he crossed to Tivat has not yet come out there.
The future direction is also a fog for him.
The carriage was moving very fast, and a few people had already arrived at Shimen around eleven o'clock. Ying parked the carriage on the lawn and rubbed her stiff buttocks.
Han Chen took out the picnic kitchen utensils from the box behind the carriage, placed them on the ground, lit a bonfire, and added Liyue Mountain Spring into it.
"Han Chen, Han Chen, what are you doing?"
Paimon floated beside Han Chen and asked curiously.
Han Chen pondered for a while, then took out the seasoning bottle, "Let's make it simple in the wild, just make Liyue Stewed Fish."
"Uh, Ying, is this easy?"
Paimon found that there seemed to be a subtle deviation between what he and Han Chen understood as "simple", Ying's eyes were a little speechless, yes, it's very simple.
"Then I'll wait for dinner."
Ying sat cross-legged on the tree trunk, her beautiful eyes shining brightly, and as the fragrance became stronger and stronger, it became brighter and brighter.
Han Chen added a mysterious seasoning to it and asked, "Speaking of which, we shouldn't be late, right?"
"No, no, eating is the most important thing," Paimon wiped his drool, staring at the boiling snow-white fish soup in the pot.
Ying nodded in agreement, holding the plate attentively.
Han Chen stirred the snow-white soup with a spoon and put out the fire. He gave Ying and Paimon a bowl of fish soup.
After a few people had eaten and drank enough, they got on the carriage again and set off on the road. Paimon lay on Ying's shoulder and burped in satisfaction.
"It's delicious. Han Chen should stop being a novelist and become a chef. I'm optimistic about you!"
Paimon opened his mouth with a smile.
"Forget it," Han Chen looked at the white clouds in the sky with a pure heart in his mouth.
"why?"
Ying asked curiously, after all, Han Chen's cooking skills were the best she had ever seen.
"Because novelists can fish, cooks can't."
Han Chen's mouth slightly raised.
Ying was a little speechless, this person really likes to fish.
At about one o'clock in the afternoon, several people arrived at the entrance of the secret realm, and Han Chen also saw Dynes Reb wrapped in a mysterious aura.
Dyne glanced at Yingying with a subtle expression, "Is this the helper you have to bring?"
Ying patted Han Chen's shoulder and smiled, "This is Han Chen, a light novel writer from Liyue."
Han Chen nodded a little embarrassedly. This is the same as when they went to war, everyone was carrying aks and m4s, and when they arrived, they would be water guns.
Dai Yin's eyes were a little complicated, and the Han Chen in front of him was much more mysterious than he imagined. Although this man seemed to be standing very casually, he dared to bet that as long as there was a crisis, this man would definitely pull out the handle behind him within a second. An exaggerated long sword.
He took a deep look at Han Chen and said solemnly, "Let's go then."
"Yeah!" Ying also took out the travel sword, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes, this time she must find her brother's clue.
Several people entered the secret realm together and came to the reversed seven-day statue again.
"Weird, withered...unpleasant room, I understand the vile atmosphere you're talking about," Dyne stared at the statue hanging upside down not far away with deep eyes.
Han Chen frowned slightly, the smell here made him very uncomfortable, almost comparable to the pain of seasickness.
"The environment here is still so terrifying..."
Paimon hid behind Ying and spoke weakly.
"Be careful, don't be overwhelmed by the power of the filthy inverse idol—[Apostle of the Abyss] is here," Dain said lightly.
"Hehehehe, a keen sense of smell."
A tall blue figure slowly appeared behind the three of them, and the water blades turned into blue waves slowly flowed between their hands.
"You're still so annoying, the enemy of the order, Dynesreb."
The apostle of the abyss made a low voice and slowly raised the water blade in his right hand.
Han Chen raised his brows slightly, pulled out Zhanyan quietly, watched the situation silently, and was always ready to beheaded.
Ying also raised the travel sword vigilantly. This apostle of the abyss was an extremely difficult opponent, and he escaped from the previous battle.
The door of the abyss can almost keep them out of danger at any time.
Dain stared indifferently at the apostle of the abyss, "I'm afraid your tongue has been rotten for too long...it's time to cut it!"
"you!"
It's now! Han Chen's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when Ying Ying reacted, Han Chen's figure had already appeared in front of the apostle of the abyss.
In Han Chen's hands, the heavy Chopping Yan was like a light thin sword, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at the head of the apostle of the abyss!
The violent water flow burst out, and more than ten sharp water blades burst out with the abyss apostle as the center, and the terrifying cutting force tore apart a large area of the ground in an instant.
Han Chen's eyes dimly lit up with daylight, his figure leaped up like a ghost, and his slash fell from the sky!
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