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Chapter 352 Yura has always been cute

Similarly, Fang Xun only taught Yura the second sound of the bone whistle once, and she quickly learned it.

However, she hasn't mastered it very well yet and needs a few more days of practice to solidify her skills.

Finally, the provocative barking stopped, and Taro-maru lay on the ground, taking a leisurely nap.

As soon as it closed its eyes, it heard the cooing of pigeons in its ears, a continuous cacophony, and it seemed there were quite a few of them.

When Taromaru opened his eyes, he thought he was being attacked by a flock of pigeons.

However, after looking around, it did not find any pigeons.

That's really strange.

There's something dirty here!

Taro-maru howled at the sky, trying to scare away the so-called pigeons.

Watching Taromaru outwit and outmaneuver the air, Fang Xun told Yura to put down the bone whistle and stop teasing the dog.

Little Yura playfully stuck out her tongue, indicating that she understood.

She really didn't mean to tease Taro, but teasing Taro is so much fun, she can't help herself every time...

After that, Fang Xun began to instruct Yura in swordsmanship, pointing out her shortcomings and deficiencies.

"Your movements aren't clean and concise enough. Now watch me demonstrate..."

"Raise your wrist a little, look straight ahead..."

"Oh, good."

Yura nodded obediently, doing exactly what Fang Xun said.

Time passed little by little, and soon it was evening.

The orange sunlight streamed through the clouds, casting long shadows on everyone.

Yura was very diligent; she practiced swordsmanship all day long and only ate a quick bite at noon.

She felt she lacked natural talent, so she had to earn it through hard work.

Of course, Yura's efforts were rewarded.

During practice, Yura gradually felt a change in her swordsmanship.

Yura always felt awkward when practicing swordsmanship before.

Under Fang Xun's guidance, the awkward feeling disappeared, replaced by an indescribable sense of connection, and the whole body became more coordinated.

Brother Fang Xun is really amazing!

He can use both bone whistles and swordsmanship!

Yura believed that as long as she followed Fang Xun and learned humbly, she would definitely grow a lot.

Then, problems arose.

Fang Xun came to Mondstadt only to participate in the Windflower Festival; he will leave after the festival ends.

What should we do then?

With the Flower Festival approaching, Yura had to start considering this issue.

"Little girl, what are you daydreaming about?"

Fang Xun noticed that Yura's thoughts were wandering, so he waved his hand in front of her.

"Are you tired from practicing? Then take a break."

Fang Xun thought Yura was tired, so he took the little girl to the shade of a tree.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns that fell right at Yura's feet.

She held the towel and water bottle that Fang Xun had handed her.

Yura didn't say anything, thinking to herself that no one had ever cared about her like this before.

After a long while, Yura blinked and asked timidly, "Brother Fang Xun..."

"You said before that if I go to Liyue, you would treat me to a meal. Is that true?"

Fang Xun was taken aback, not expecting Xiao Youla, who was resting, to suddenly ask such a question.

However, he still smiled and said, "Of course it's true, I mean what I say."

"What if, I mean, what if... I end up staying at your place?"

Yura spoke in a joking tone, but the little girl couldn't hide her feelings; as she spoke, she stared intently at Fang Xun's expression.

Without a second thought, Fang Xun replied with a smile, "If you're cute, then stay. It's just a matter of having an extra set of chopsticks and a bowl."

Little Yura pouted and said angrily, "Brother Fang Xun said I'm not cute, I'll remember this grudge!"

Now Yura holds grudges more and more frequently, and she doesn't know how many times she holds a grudge in a single day.

Brother Fang Xun forbade me from teasing Taro Maru, I'll remember this grudge!

Brother Fang Xun said I kicked off the covers while I was sleeping, and I'll remember that grudge!

Brother Fang Xun learned to hold grudges from me, and I've remembered this grudge!

Brother Fang Xun...

It's said that if you frequently mention someone, it's either because you have a grudge against them or because you care about them a lot.

It now appears that Yura combines both.

Although the little girl said she held a grudge, at this moment she had already figured it out and found the answer.

Fang Xun glanced at the adorable little Yura, then at the greatsword in her hand.

That greatsword was quite old, and with Yura's rigorous training, it looked somewhat broken.

It's time to retire this sword.

Fang Xun remembered that he still had a prototype of the Northern Lands Two-Handed Sword in his backpack, which could be used to forge the weapon 'When the Pine Sounds' to give to the lovely little Yura.

However, the sun has already set, so I'll go find a blacksmith to ask about the situation tomorrow during the day.

"Little ones, it's time for us to go back."

Fang Xun glanced at the sky; he remembered that he was going to a banquet at the Dawn Winery tonight.

After he finished speaking, the little ones began to pack their things and obediently followed Fang Xun home.

At this moment, Fang Xun noticed Yura's fatigue.

The little guy looked drowsy, probably because he'd been training all day; his eyelids were drooping.

Just leaning against a big tree where the wind blows, I can fall asleep quickly.

Fang Xun shook his head. There was nothing he could do but carry Yura back.

Yura lay quietly on Fang Xun's back; this was probably the sweetest sleep she had ever had.

Fang Xun glanced at Youla and said with a light laugh, "The little girl is quite cute when she's sleeping."

He vaguely heard Yura mumble, "Yura has always been cute!"

...

One more chapter is coming, everyone can get some rest early.

Chapter 353: Detained at the tavern because they couldn't pay the bill.

Mondstadt, the Lawrence family.

Yura's uncle, Schubert, was standing by the window with his hands behind his back, watching the sun slowly sink behind the mountains.

Warm, golden sunlight streamed down from the clouds, casting a halo over the outline of Mondstadt.

Schubert surveyed Mondstadt from his vantage point, his expression one of inspecting his own territory.

He always believed that the Lawrence family would one day regain the throne and rule Mondstadt.

Schubert had a premonition that the day when the Lawrence family would regain its glory would soon come.

Thump, thump, thump...

Just then, the sound of a cane rang out behind Schubert.

The sound wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in the quiet corridor, each beat like a tap on the heart.

Schubert turned his head and saw an elderly man with white hair and a slightly hunched back.

The old man was very frail, his back hunched, and he was as thin as a rake. Even simple movements required the aid of a cane.

Even so, he looked energetic, especially his eyes, which gleamed with a cold light in the dim corridor.

Even the arrogant Schubert didn't dare to meet the old man's gaze.

When their eyes meet, Schubert is always the first to look away.

"Yura has been away from the family for two days, and there has been no news of her since,"

"Schubert, give me a reasonable explanation."

At this moment, the old man slowly began to speak.

His voice was hoarse, and his tone carried an interrogative quality.

"It's just the little girl's willfulness."

Schubert replied dismissively.

“She would rather suffer from cold and hunger outside than return to her family. I can’t think of any other explanation other than willfulness.”

"I guess she's cold and hungry right now, has nowhere to sleep, and is feeling lost and confused about the future,"

"It won't be long before she abandons her so-called persistence and pride and slunk back to the Lawrence family."

“At that time, without us having to guide her, Yura Lawrence will realize on her own that her family is where she belongs.”

Schubert spoke eloquently, confident in his conjecture.