Yan Shen, an old friend who reunited

in Liyue, was surprised to see the figure that suddenly appeared in Guiliyuan.

"Long time no see, Morax, for the sake of old friendship, please take me in!" The red-eyed god dropped the sword with only half of it indifferently, opened his arms and smiled brightly.

The bright crimson eyes reflected a rare expression of surprise from the usually calm God of Rock. Seeing such a scene was so enjoyable that he could skip a meal.

"Phoenix!? How did you..."

Phoenix smiled even brighter, and his body shrank to the size of a teenager but fell down without hesitation.

He believed that his old friend would definitely catch him.

In fact, he did get caught.

"What a mess, but welcome back, old friend." The God of Rock said, showing a subtle smile, and picked up the unconscious God of Fire and walked towards Liyue Port.

No, now, he is no longer the God of Fire.

The battle in Kanria was too brutal. The black abyss tore the earth and the sky, and the claws of the beast swept across the continent of Teyvat. The God of Fire took the lead in raising the flag of resistance, bearing the brunt of the beast tide coming from the abyss, and raised his sword towards the unfathomable abyss.

Human beings still have the possibility to pray to the gods, but the gods have no way out. Behind them are his people, and he has no way out.

The bird spread its sky-covering wings to protect the people below, and its sharp claws tore apart the legions of the abyss, but it was not enough. Even with the power to take off in a windless land, these hands could not protect his country now.

Crazy gods make crazy choices.

Crush the heart of God and give it to the people. At that moment, the lonely and powerful god fell. At that moment, hundreds of gods were born!

Only then did the devil walk towards the keeper of heavenly principles who had been waiting for a long time with peace of mind, and together with the other six earthly rulers, walked into the cage of fate.

The people of Nata have never been weak and dependent on the gods. Leaders holding big swords stepped out of the crowd and led the smallest people among the seven countries to create the most miraculous and glorious results.

However, neither humans nor gods came back.

There will be a God of Fire in the future, but he will no longer be the madman who stood in front of the crowd and raved that humans do not need gods.

The God of Rock once thought that his old friend died in that deserted place where even the wind could not reach it. He never thought that he would meet again.

"Emperor, this is...Your Majesty the God of Fire?" Gan Yu ran all the way to Guiliyuan. At first sight, he saw the figure being carried back by the God of Rock. Even though his body shrank and his strength was reduced, he fell. The exposed skin is covered with horrific cracks, this is still a god.

She stammered, looking at the God of Rock as if asking for help, but a hint of joy emerged in her heart.

She had seen this God of Fire many times. The bold and majestic young man held his wine glass high, with a high-spirited look on his face. He was so wanton and arrogant.

When she heard the news of the death of Vulcan, her first reaction was that this was absolutely impossible. No one knew better than her how powerful this god was, the great god who led the people to create an oasis in the barren land.

Moreover, although they often undermine each other, no one can deny the friendship between the seven gods. Knowing that their former friends have not fallen, the emperor should be happy.

"Yes." The God of Rock nodded slightly and looked in the direction of Mond, with a smile in his voice, "It seems that good wine will be indispensable in the future."

When Phoenix woke up again, a long time had passed. The gods almost forgot that there was a foreign demon god lying in the cave.

The sleepy god lazily stood up and walked out of bed with bare feet. His soft and curly red hair was fluffy and scattered on his shoulders, hanging down to his waist. His loose white robe covered his cracked body. The gold jewelry on her wrist jingled and disappeared into her sleeves, and the ten different rings on her fingers reflected beautiful light.

Even on Sky Island, at the critical moment of life and death, he did not take off the ring, which was not convenient for fighting. This is the recognition of him by his people, and it is something more important than the heart of God!

"What a rare good weather." The former God of Fire stood by the window, showing a bright smile, and his red eyes were warm and calm.

Even if he knew that what was outside was just an illusion in the cave, what did it matter? I'm very lucky just to survive!

"You woke up at the right time." The God of Rock felt his friend's awakening almost immediately, and hurried over before a certain demon god tried to tear open the cave directly.

"Hahahaha, you are finally here. The barrier of this cave is getting thicker and thicker!" Phoenix naturally retracted his hand that was intended to tear open the space of the cave. He looked at his friend who had an increasingly complicated expression and patted the non-existent dust on his body. Opened his arms.

"Morax, this is not like you! Do you want a long-lost hug?"

In fact, the defensive barrier of the God of Rock's cave has not been replaced for many, many years. The two knew it well, but they unanimously chose to remain silent.

It's not that the barrier is getting thicker, it's just that Phoenix is ​​getting weaker.

His strength is no longer even enough for him to maintain the size of an adult male, and the loss of God's Heart also prevents him from quickly repairing his injuries, but it doesn't matter, as long as the earth veins are still flowing, everything will be fine.

"Barbatos asked about you a few days ago." Morax changed the subject. He was not used to hugs, especially since the other person now looked a little shorter than Mandrill.

Phoenix smiled even brighter, and there was only pure joy in his sharp red eyes, "That's great! It's better to hurry up than to hurry up. Call Barbatos today, and we won't come back until we get drunk!"

Wine is a good thing ! , can numb the nerves and blur the pain, just for a good night's sleep.

However, the devil is not a human being and cannot get drunk after a thousand cups, so how can he sleep and escape.

But there are no exceptions.

The gods of Nata are especially good at using their divine power to make wine. The color is clear and clear, the aroma is rich and fragrant, and the flavor changes with the four seasons. Different drinkers, different moods, and different environments taste different flavors.

At every gathering in the early years, Barbatos, the god of wind, would try his best to get the wine that had been prepared for him from the pocket of the god of fire. Sometimes the exchange was a piece of music, sometimes a poem.

It's a pity that after the battle in Kanrea, the Vulcan was seriously injured and fell asleep, so there was no way to talk about this wine.

The God of Rock smiled and said: "You will not return until you are drunk."

Mondstadt's best bard, the great wind god Barbatos, is particularly happy today. He is going to pick the freshest Cecilia flowers and give them to his piano. Put on the best maintenance oil, and then set off to Liyue to meet friends.

A wisp of breeze passed through the stone door happily, tracing the breath of old friends all the way to Guiliyuan. The two people who had been prepared had already set up the table, chairs, wine glasses, and lit the fire.

Phoenix was the first to notice the change in the wind, and his red eyes reflected the wind god rushing towards him. Faced with the uneasy and kind-hearted excitement on his friend's face, he naturally immediately pulled the rock god who was trying to stay away from the dispute.

Barbatos had already expected it, and skillfully reached over the rock god and put his arms around Phoenix's neck. However, the touch under his hands was empty, as if, no, he was just holding the air.

"Eh?" Barbatos stumbled and almost fell. He didn't care about his embarrassment and immediately looked at the overjoyed, young-looking Vulcan.

"Wow, you are so small now, shorter than me." Barbatos opened his eyes wide, his beautiful and transparent blue-green eyes like fine gems.

The lively and active Fengshen even took off his hat and gestured: "Even if you take off your hat, Phoenix, you are still shorter than me."

Phoenix waved his hand to disperse the divine power surrounding him, smacked his lips, took out a wine bottle from his arms, and looked at Wendy.

"Oh? Really?"

"Ahem, what? There's nothing there, it's the sound of the campfire." Fengshen stretched his arm to reach the bottle in his friend's hand, but was always dodged by his flexible movement.

It's obviously quite cumbersome clothing.

Finally, Barbatos stopped, took out the lyre he had prepared long ago, and muttered, "Okay, I know."

Phoenix smiled and put the bottle next to Morax, warning After taking a look at the reluctant Fengshen, he casually sat on the grass leaning against the rock, his red eyes sparkling, passionate and happy.

"Our story begins with a bonfire..."

Good wine, delicious food, friends... The bard's music is always filled with overflowing romance. It sings of undying love, of mercenaries bathing in the moonlight, Bless the homeless wanderer.

The freedom of Mondstadt, the prosperity of Liyue, the eternity of Rice Wife, the wisdom of Xumi, the justice of Fontaine, the resistance of Nata, the mystery of the solstice...

The gods who are good at brewing are actually not good at drinking, and they will drink half a glass of wine. With swaying steps, the drunken god danced alone under the moonlight.

It’s just that the people who once danced hand in hand have long since disappeared into the earth and can never be found again.

The gods of Nata are happy to hold hands and dance with the people. People in the tribe, men, women, old and young, hold hands and dance around the bonfire in a chaotic but orderly manner.

The sound of the lyre echoed over Guiliyuan.

Finally, the still conscious Rock God looked at his two unconscious friends and sighed helplessly.

"Aurora...I was wrong, don't take away my wine." The drunken Vulcan groped for mercy while hugging the passing fire slime tightly.

There is no more Aurora.

The lieutenant of the gods who followed the god of fire, the greatest priestess of Nata, has been dead for hundreds of years.

The fire slime opened a pair of innocent eyes, calmly letting the lonely god hug it, and gently rubbed the red curly hair scattered on the ground.

"Cheers."

The God of Wind, with blurred eyes, raised his glass to the bright moon in the sky, as if to invite him.