Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

"Although I don't know what the Fools are up to."

Turning my gaze away from Aja, I realized that Aja had not lied.

"But you must have been the only one who commissioned this to spread the rumor so thoroughly to Liyue Harbor overnight."

Chapter 34 The Dream of "Oneself"

Mu Xian's young body could not be seen by Yan Fei, nor could he revert to the appearance of a ten-year-old boy in front of A Jia.

After a moment's thought, Mu Xian told a lie about his "younger brother" and told A Jia to go find the so-called "younger brother" himself.

The next second, Mu Xian left the cabin and transformed into his usual boy form in a secluded corner.

After wandering around the hut a few times, he "accidentally" met Aja, who was looking for a way out, and then brought Aja back to Yanfei.

"The Fatui... Hmm... Getting involved with the Fatui would be troublesome."

"But with such a large number of Mora, the banks behind them must have a lot of records of fund withdrawals."

"Hey Aja, do you still remember the face of the Fools who contacted you?"

...

Yan Fei's voice came from not far away from time to time. She looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was not as dazzling as before.

I crouched down, and the little girl leaning against the rock in front of me still hadn't woken up.

The little girl's hat, which she always wore, was tilted in front of her head and was about to fall off when Mu Xian straightened it.

Yan Fei's words reached Mu Xian's ears from not far away, and in those words, Mu Xian seemed to hear a soft humming sound.

Looking down, I couldn't see the plum blossom eyes I used to see.

The little girl's eyes were still closed, but she turned over as if she felt uncomfortable.

The hat that had just been straightened on his head tilted to one side again, and his right hand, adorned with a red ribbon, grabbed Mu Xian's clothes, as if to pull them over his body like a blanket.

Hu Tao's subconscious movement caught Mu Xian off guard, and the force pulled him off balance.

However, Mu Xian quickly regained his balance and then took off the black robe he was wearing.

Whether it's the towering cliffs or now, the sleeping sect leader always seems to have a special fondness for this outfit.

The robe that Mu Xian had taken off was used as a blanket to cover Hu Tao, and a familiar and long-lost sense of tranquility returned.

This feeling made Yan Fei's voice grow softer and softer in my ears.

Mu Xian leaned against the rock, with Hu Tao leaning against him.

All that seemed to be in front of him was the sky and the empty grassland. When a gentle breeze blew by, Mu Xian heard his own breathing.

His long, drawn-out breaths were pulling Mu Xian toward sleep.

Gradually, drowsiness crept in, and in her hazy state, Mu Xian had a dream.

In the dream, my body seemed to shrink, and the boy in front of me was holding a spear, while behind him lay a series of ferocious-looking people.

Looking up, I saw the boy's outstretched right hand.

Looking along this right hand, Mu Xian couldn't see the boy's face, but the dazzling blond hair on his head looked somewhat familiar.

In the dream, Mu Xian seemed unable to control this body, watching "himself" reach out with a delicate little hand that he had never had before, and grasp the boy's outstretched right hand.

The boy's right palm was unexpectedly rough, but Mu Xian felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Mu Xian had no idea what this was; it was as if he were seeing another side of the world.

Then, "myself" slowly grew bigger, but I could always see that boy in my sight.

On the mountain of Guhua, would "self" prepare a gift and place it where the boy often passed by, and then secretly hide behind a rock to watch the boy pick up the gift...?

For some reason, "I" felt a little happy.

In the streets of Liyue, the "self" would hide in a corner in fright upon seeing the boy, then peek out from behind the wall to watch the boy touching the heads of his other companions in the distance...

Then, "myself" felt a little envious.

On the ship at the dock, "myself" crawled out from under the cargo container, watching the departing ship, its golden silhouette growing smaller and smaller...

Immediately afterwards, "myself" felt somewhat disappointed.

...

The flames slowly engulfed the figure, and a kind and gentle old face inexplicably appeared in "my" mind.

This face compels "myself" to pack my bags, traverse mountains and valleys, and search for that aged face on Wuwangpo.

Disappointment, heartache, and finally, relief.

After spending a few days at Wuwangpo, the final sense of relief made the "self" realize that those who had left were gone, and those who had not yet left should be cherished excessively.

It was as if a decision had been made in her heart, a decision that drove "herself" back to Liyue Harbor, and that drove "herself" to muster the courage to stand in front of the boy.

But that day, when "herself" returned to Liyue Harbor, she saw the boy being shot by an arrow, and the golden glint in her eyes was completely swallowed up by the Cloud Sea.

The gold disappeared, and then darkness gradually filled the field of vision.

Before darkness completely obscured his vision, Mu Xian suddenly woke up from his dream.

The sound of breathing, rapid breathing, constantly reached Mu Xian's ears as he awoke.

When Mu Xian came to his senses, he found himself panting heavily, as if he had just experienced something that still made him feel shaken.

Mu Xian slowly calmed himself down, but it felt like something was stuck in his chest, near his heart.

A strange feeling made Mu Xian look at Hu Tao.

The little girl next to him still had her eyes closed, and the oversized clothes covered the lower half of her face.

But for some reason, Mu Xian always felt that the girl was awake, with her eyes half-closed and a smile in them.

"If only I could share a little of Hu Tao's affection with Mu Xian..."

The warmth from the bracelet brought my eyes to focus, and the little girl in front of me, asleep, looked nothing like her usual lively self.

Mu Xian touched his ear; the voice he had just heard sounded exactly like the words he had just spoken.

The palm of one hand rubbed against the back of the other hand; the palm didn't seem rough.

He stretched out his right hand, and there was that familiar figure before him again.

But this time Mu Xian didn't pause. His right hand passed through the figure, as if he wanted to grab something behind the figure.

The next instant, the figure shattered like a mirror, but there was nothing behind it.

Even though he had anticipated it, there was still a hint of disappointment in Mu Xian's eyes.

Someone opened another person's tightly closed heart, poured out all the love within, and then exhausted it all.

But...

Looking at the empty space in front of him, Mu Xian reached out his right hand and grasped empty air; it was another girl's hand.

Her slender, pale fingers were adorned with rings and studs, and Mu Xian, holding her hand, could feel the hardness of her palm.

But besides being tough, it is also quite delicate.

The tightness of her right hand made Hu Tao open her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the boy in front of her.

Still dazed from waking up, Hu Tao didn't feel anything, but instead looked down at her right hand that was being grabbed.

Then came a bittersweet joy.

"Come on, let's go home."

Mu Xian's tone was still as indifferent as ever, but Hu Tao could sense that something had changed.

The mist filled my eyes, washing away the previous weakness and the dimness that had obscured the light.

"Why are you crying?"

As Mu Xian helped Hu Tao up from the ground, he felt a strange sensation.

"No! Why would Hu Tao cry?"

Wiping away her tears in frustration, Hu Tao glared at Mu Xian, but froze the moment she turned her head.

The stunned girl smiled gently, like the only radiant garment blooming on the barren land.

“Little Wood, I think I see a smile.”

"laugh?"

Mu Xian paused for a moment, touching the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be much higher than usual.

"Go ahead and laugh."

Mu Xian lowered his hand, unconcerned:

As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Xian felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he was held tightly in a hug.

"No matter what, I can hug you whenever I want."

Hu Tao, who was holding Mu Xian, said, "Otherwise, I, the head of this hall, will tell everyone how you smile, just like the people who spread rumors about the Hall of Rebirth."

Mu Xian didn't say anything, turned his head away, and tried to break free from Hu Tao's embrace.

To be honest, the hug wasn't as comfortable as I'd imagined; in fact, my forehead ached from the pressure...

"Lord Yanfei? Lord Yanfei!"

Aja's voice startled Yanfei.

Yan Fei snapped out of her daze and realized that she was gripping the book hanging at her waist tightly, her right knuckles turning white as she held it.

Fearing he might have been seen, he quickly let go of the book in his hand and looked at Aja in a flustered manner.

"Aja, what's wrong?"

"nothing?"

Aja looked at Yanfei with a strange expression: "Is Lady Yanfei unwell? I called her for a long time before you responded."

"No, no, I was just thinking about something."

Yan Fei quickly shook her head, but her gaze fell on the two people A-Jia was holding behind her.