Who said that the fairy tea is precious?

It's not my intention for people to leave because of the cold tea.

Who knows the immortal language under the tree?

Right and wrong are questions for posterity.

Welcome the immortal Xiaoyao with a smile,

Seducing Qingfeng into the banquet.

The words on the note were very ugly, and it took Zhongli a lot of time to read them.

Not only are the words ugly, the poem does not look like poetry and the painting does not look like painting. It also reads strangely, as if it was written this way specifically for the sake of rhyme.

Sure enough, he is not a child who grew up in Liyue, and his writing is also messy.

He casually folded it from the middle, and Zhongli originally planned to put it in his pocket.

But it's okay not to fold, but this fold... something happened.

Because Bai Luo was writing on the right side of the paper, when folding from the middle, most of the content was folded to the right half, leaving only the first word of each sentence on the left half of the paper.

Whoever has tea is smiling.
Chapter completed!