The Dragon's Back Snow Mountain

Sword easily blocked the attack of the one-handed sword, but the intruder clearly had no intention of stopping and aimed his moves at the vital points. Especially after hearing Phoenix's words, the intruder immediately exploded.

"I'm not Baichao! Get out of my camp!" the white-haired boy roared. Although the sword moves were fast, one could still see the jerky joints between the moves.

When the weapons collided, sparks shot out.

As the battle became more intense, Phoenix also discovered that the boy was making rapid progress. It only took a dozen rounds to go from resisting hard at the beginning to knowing how to offload his strength now.

It's a good seedling.

With this in mind, Phoenix turned his moves, weakening the strength while strengthening the skills of linking and turning between moves. For a moment, the white-haired boy was beaten back again and again, but soon, he gritted his teeth and followed up again.

This guy is so strong...

As the sword moves became more and more cunning and fast, coupled with the consumption of physical strength, finally, with a crisp sound, the ordinary edgeless sword in the young man's hand was broken, and he sat down on the snow. inside.

"Who are you?" the white-haired boy growled.

Phoenix did not answer immediately, but slowly walked to the young man and squatted down. The young man's embarrassed appearance was clearly reflected in his sharp red eyes.

The young fire god opened his arms, hugged the young man's shoulders, and buried his face gently and forcefully in the young man's neck, as if he was exploring something, but inexplicably without any desire.

"The breath of the dragon, and the smell of the world beyond, I recognize you, the unfinished son of chalk."

Phoenix chuckled and whispered.

As if being burned by this title, the white-haired boy suddenly broke away from the tight embrace. He didn't feel the airflow brought by breathing just now, and there was no heartbeat, as if what was hugging him was just a warm doll. .

The half-cut sword was pressed against Phoenix's throat. The angry boy gasped and shouted, "How do you know that name!"

Phoenix didn't care about the danger of sticking to his skin. The bandage around his neck had loosened due to previous exercise. It collapses and will fall off with just a slight tug.

"I know a lot more than you think, child, whether it's dragons, chalk, or gold."

"Name!" The white-haired boy was dissatisfied with Phoenix's coaxing child-like tone, frowned, and said angrily said.

Phoenix glanced at Paimon, who was covering his eyes and hiding next to the traveler.

[Phoenix]

Fire Demon Phoenix, the god of Nata of the Fire Country, and the king of the Dragon Kingdom, shouldn't he have died five hundred years ago? !

"My name is Arvid Amberlet."

No, Arvid...was he just hallucinating? The white-haired boy squinted his eyes and carefully looked at his innocent-looking opponent.

This is the strongest person he has ever met. Even if he tried his best, he could not move him even a little bit. It was not so much a sparring match as a unilateral attack from the opponent.

It's so powerful that it makes people despair.

"Hey, little guy, do you have a name?" Phoenix asked loudly, holding a big sword in one hand.

The white-haired boy pursed his lips tightly, a trace of loneliness and resentment flashed in his eyes. He does not have a name. In fact, it has only been three days since he woke up from Dulin's heart.

It seems not... Phoenix thought about it and started to kidnap the person.

Compared to the alchemist with obsessive-compulsive disorder and perfectionism, Phoenix is ​​not so particular. It would be just a doll without consciousness. Now that he has seven emotions and six desires, he is a [human being] in his eyes.

As for the contamination in Dulin's heart, he didn't care. Humans still have innate diseases. Isn't it normal for artificial humans to have some congenital faults?

Finny, the semi-illiterate, began thinking seriously about how to abduct the boy.

But looking at the white-haired boy who fled and disappeared on the mountain road in the blink of an eye, Phoenix shrugged and put away his sword.

Forget it, let’s send the travelers back first.

As expected of a traveler traveling between worlds, not long after the son of the chalk's brother left, the blond traveler woke up.

The traveler who had just woken up was still a little confused. He habitually pulled the quilt covering his body over his head to block the cold wind, and said dullly, "Paimon, close the window."

The surprise on Paimon's face instantly turned into anger. Shaking the traveler, "Don't sleep now! We are still on the snowy mountain!"

"Don't make trouble, Paimon, I will sleep for five more minutes." The traveler muttered and was about to fall asleep again, and a handful of dull hair fell out of his white robe. The upper edge of the bag popped out, swaying in the cold wind.

"Pfft, hahahahaha..."

He couldn't hold back the smile on his face, and in order to prevent his blood collapse from being too loud, Phoenix had to cover his mouth and lower his voice as much as possible, but he was still too cheerful. The person woke up instantly.

"Where are we?" The traveler sat up in a daze, picked up the familiar white robe covering him, and asked.

Phoenix smiled and said: "Dragon's Back Snow Mountain, we are in a camp now."

Only then did the traveler see someone with only a layer of bandages on his upper body in this place where people's ears were about to freeze off. He was so frightened that he quickly handed him the clothes. , said seriously: "Put it on quickly."

After Phoenix was dressed, the traveler took out a thick red scarf from his backpack and wrapped it carefully around Phoenix, making sure that his neck was not exposed at all.

A certain former Vulcan allowed the traveler to move in a very natural and relaxed manner, spinning around in circles and bowing his head whenever he was told.

"Okay, is it still cold?" The traveler looked at the red-haired god with his face wrapped up, as if he were seeing his younger sister who didn't want to wear more clothes when she was a child.

Phoenix shook his head honestly. Although he didn't need it, he had no reason to refuse others' kindness.

Next to the fire, the two people were watching the roasted sundown fruits on the wooden grill. Soon, the orange skin on the surface of the sundown fruits exploded under the high temperature, revealing the milky white flesh inside.

"Can we eat?" Phoenix asked expectantly, looking at the busy travelers.

The traveler nodded, picked up a roasted sundowner, sprinkled it with a pinch of fine salt, smeared it with a little butter, and handed it to his companion.

"Try it and see if it tastes like it?"

Phoenix took a bite, narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, expressed his love frankly, and gave a thumbs up, "It's super delicious! Even better than Aurora's!"

" Who is Aurora?" Paimon asked curiously.

Phoenix thought for a while and said with a smile, "She is the best priestess in Nata. Without her, even the gods would die suddenly due to too many official documents!"

"Eh!? Are the gods in Nata so busy?" Paimon said in surprise.

Phoenix nodded with a serious face, gestured at a height about one person's height, and said, "There are so many official documents every day."

Paimon exclaimed in cooperation, while the traveler looked thoughtfully at the well-founded and well-founded Paimon is someone who shares the dark history of Natal's gods.

Is Natta's Vulcan so friendly to the people? Logically speaking, this kind of black history shouldn't be talked about everywhere. It sounds like the people of Nata love their gods so much.

Perhaps when he realizes that Liyue's only Emperor Hei is Emperor Yan Wang himself, he will be able to better understand his feelings at this moment.

How on earth does this kind of god, who often leaves work to his lieutenants and then runs off to play on his own, gain the love of his people! ?

It wasn't until she returned to Mondstadt, bid farewell to Phoenix and returned to the hotel that Paimon suddenly realized that she had forgotten to return the ring to Phoenix.

"Traveler, Arvid's ring is still with us." Paimon said hurriedly.

However, when they found Arvid's hotel room, Herr Goethe told them.

"That little red-haired gentleman? He went out not long after he came back."

So, where is Phoenix actually?

The answer is, Longji Snow Mountain.