Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

"I already told you that drinking like that will make you drunk."

A helpless sound reached his ears, urging Beidou to fall asleep.

The drowsiness brought on by the intoxication made Beidou curl the corners of his mouth, as if his mood had been spoiled.

"Tch, this is really...boring..."

After the complaints ended, the next sentence was a suppressed joy.

"Mu Xian, welcome back..."

Mu Xian looked at the Big Dipper that he had been holding up and fell silent.

Mu Xian suddenly remembered himself wanting to step into the tavern not long ago.

Standing outside the tavern, I hesitated greatly. I had mustered the courage to step inside, but the tavern waiter's voice scared me so much that I fled.

Why run away?

After all, time is enough to change a person into another person. Perhaps Mu Xian was afraid of seeing a strange older sister.

Liyue Harbor has changed a lot in the past five years, but Captain Beidou has always remained the same in Mu Xian's memory.

Luck, perhaps it really is luck.

Mu Xian pondered for the first time, and then looked directly at the tavern in front of him.

It doesn't seem to smell as bad as before...

Chapter 45 Strange Weather

"A lone cloud scatters across the high sky"

"The setting sun casts its glow upon the clear sky, reflecting the shadows of my hometown."

"A wanderer's heart adrift..."

When Inazuma was around, the light novels that Mukan read the most were by Yaedo.

As for Inazuma's poetry collection, Mu Xian couldn't understand it; he only felt a kind of affected, sour feeling.

"Perhaps...it's not even as good as Walnut's doggerel."

As Mu Xian pondered, he couldn't help but think of the little girl with the evasive eyes.

"The main reason this hall is leaving is that the people are now leaderless."

"Moreover, compared to Inazuma, I still prefer doing business in Liyue."

Hu Tao's words implied that the Hall of Rebirth couldn't do without him, but Mu Xian could sense that Hu Tao seemed to want to stay with him, but couldn't get away for some unspeakable reason.

Even as the hall master's "personal employee," Mu Xian didn't know much about the Hall of Rebirth.

However, Mu Xian was born into a noble family with a thousand-year-old tradition, and he knew that these organizations with a thousand-year-old tradition kept many secrets that could not be told to outsiders.

"Monopoly" is completely unacceptable in Liyue, but the Hall of Rebirth has monopolized the funeral industry by its own power.

Although the sect leader seemed a bit unreliable, just from the fact that he pulled himself back from the earth's veins, he knew that the little girl was hiding a lot of things.

However, Mu Xian didn't want to investigate too much; curiosity was of no use to him.

Pulling his thoughts away from Hu Tao, Mu Xian looked again at the boy not far away.

Although he helped the boy in front of him block General Lei Dian's sword, Mu Xian was still deeply impressed by his friend.

On the day he ascended the Tenshoukaku, he wore a dark red robe, carefully placed the kitten in his arms on the ground, and protected the kitten with a scarf.

Mu Xian admired the courage of fighting in front of the emperor and facing the lightning, but an ordinary martial artist was ultimately no match for the general under the general's command.

how to say?

That person was rather weak, yet he had an ideal that was more important than death.

Mu Xian might have had some respect for him in the past, but now...

It's just dying, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

The heavy slam from behind made Mu Xian stagger, and he looked away from the figure sitting at the bow of the boat.

Turning around, I saw Beidou still patting me on the back.

Although she had sobered up from her drunkenness, the smell of alcohol around her made Mu Xian wonder if she was sleepwalking.

"The Southern Cross can now sail freely across the entire sea."

With a hint of alcohol in his voice, Beidou said, "As long as you come back, I'll give you the position of first mate."

"With me protecting you, no one will be able to bully you anymore."

Beidou laughed heartily, as if he were speaking not only to Mu Xian, but also to the rest of the fleet.

Looking at Beidou, Mu Xian realized that years of companionship had allowed him to discern the hidden meaning in Beidou's hearty laughter.

This time, Mu Xian saw joy and a trace of nostalgia.

Mu Xian is not opposed to becoming a member of Beidou's crew again, but Nan Shizi is ultimately Liyue's fleet.

so...

"Captain, I'm sorry."

Mu Xian's gaze returned to the boy sitting against the wind not far away: "I have no good feelings towards those who wronged me, and I don't want to forgive them without any resentment."

"In that case, forget it."

Without a hearty laugh, Beidou patted Mu Xian's shoulder nonchalantly: "But brat, you'd better remember you've always been my crew member."

"If you get bullied, I'll stand up for you, boss."

"If you regret it, the Southern Cross fleet is always open to you."

The magnanimity in his voice seemed to be an attempt to soothe Mu Xian's guilt, but Mu Xian could still see what lay beneath that magnanimity.

"Thank you."

Mu Xian deliberately ignored what was hidden beneath his magnanimity: "Just like the captain said, I will always remember that I had a big sister."

"Smelly boy..."

Suddenly, Mu Xian's neck was grabbed, and Bei Dou leaned against him, asking, "You brat, what exactly happened when I fainted that time?"

"Doesn't the captain know?"

Mu Xian turned his head, his calm tone tinged with surprise: "The others around here should have told you, right?"

"I don't trust them."

Beidou waved his hand dismissively: "They all say you died on the sea of ​​Yunlai, but look, you're still alive and well, aren't you?"

As he spoke, Beidou glanced casually at Mu Xian's black hair: "These past five years must have been quite difficult."

Mu Xian was silent for a moment before speaking, "It's not bad, but..."

Beidou listened curiously to what followed "but," but all she received was silence.

This brat... seems unwilling to say it.

Beidou lowered his eyes, then quickly smiled again.

"If you don't want to say it, then don't."

He patted Mu Xian on the back again: "Tell me what you want to say when you have something to say."

"Thank you."

Beidou's words eased Mu Xian's furrowed brows. He turned his head and changed the subject: "Captain, how much longer until we can set sail?"

"Waiting."

Beidou spoke up: "Southern Cross has taken on a big job, escorting a nobleman from Mondstadt to Inazuma."

"It can only be said that nobles are indeed nobles. The Mora they gave was equivalent to half of the supplies consumed by the fleet on its round trip."

As Beidou was speaking, he suddenly noticed Mu Xian's furrowed brows: "Hey kid, what's wrong?"

"nothing."

Mu Xian shook his head, trying to shake off the image of candlelight in his mind: "I was just thinking about some uncomfortable things from a long time ago."

"Before? Right, I remember you said before that you also came from a family in Mondstadt."

Beidou has always been carefree, and its loud voice echoed throughout the decks of the Death Star.

A cloaked figure boarded the Death Star, but stopped abruptly after hearing the figure's words.

Looking up in the direction of the sound, just as he was about to reveal his face beneath the cloak, he heard an impatient voice behind him.

"If you're going to leave, then leave quickly. Why are you blocking other people's way?"

The crew member from the Death Star spoke rather loudly: "Blocking others from boarding slows down the fleet's departure time, delays our trip to Lonely Cloud Pavilion, and even you, boss..."

As the cloaked figure turned his head, the crew member felt his body inexplicably freeze.

The crew member was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized that there was nothing in sight; the cloaked figure was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, the crew member felt a cool sensation slowly trickling down his forehead. He wiped it away and found that the sweat wasn't as hot as before; in fact, it made his hands tremble with cold.

Looking up at the bright sun, the crew member felt somewhat bewildered.

"Tsk, what strange weather..."

Muttering to themselves, the crew members removed the chains hanging on the ship.

As the heavy chains sank into the sea, the crew member turned and shouted toward the helmsman.

"Set sail!"

The sound echoed on the deck of the Death Star, and the flag of the Southern Cross fleet slowly rose.

As people watched the magnificent fleet, renowned throughout Liyue Harbor, depart from the dock, no one noticed a small boat returning to port amidst the spectacle.

The ordinary-looking boatman stepped off the boat and silently walked toward the contact person who had been waiting for him.

"get ready."

The boatman said, "The owner said she's going back to the Yanshang Tea House."