Travel through Teyvat and spend your life with Linghua

"Bang!" A deafening roar erupted from Kamisato's residence, sending up a cloud of dust. Kamisato Ayato's expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the Hatangetsu Hakujinjin and rushed to the courtyard like a gust of wind.

At the same time, the warriors of the Kamisato family and the last ninjas who had been hiding around the Kamisato family also heard the news and quickly rushed to the scene, surrounding the Kamisato residence with three layers inside and three layers outside, ready for battle.

When the dust settled, everyone could see the scene clearly. They saw a strange man standing in the center. Ayato shouted, "Catch him and shake him off the ground. Everyone, attack him together." Everyone obeyed the order and rushed forward.

Xinyang originally planned to go home in a handsome manner, but now he seems like an "intruder"

"Hey, hey, wait, Qiaodou Madai!" Xinyang shouted hurriedly, trying to stop the people in the yard, but no one seemed to hear him. Seeing the situation becoming increasingly tense, Xinyang could no longer care about anything else and decided to protect himself first.

At this moment, with Xinyang as the center, a powerful air wave suddenly erupted, repelling all the people around.

"Brother-in-law, don't you recognize me?" Xinyang looked at Lingren, a smile appeared on his face, and he called softly.

Hearing the voice, Ayato looked up in confusion, his gaze gradually focused on the person in front of him. When he saw the person's face clearly, he couldn't help but feel a huge shock in his heart. He rubbed his eyes hard and said in disbelief, "Xinyang? Is it really you...you...you're still alive?"

Xin Yang heard Ling Ren's words and responded in a relaxed tone, "Hey, I don't like to hear that. What do you mean by still alive? I'm standing right in front of you, full of life!"

Hearing this answer, Ayato finally confirmed that the person before him was indeed Xinyang. His eyes were filled with surprise and relief, but also a hint of guilt. After all, it was he who had not stopped Thomas from taking the risk, which had led to all the subsequent events.

"Where have you been for so long?" Ayato's tone was filled with worry and anxiety.

"That's a long story. We haven't seen each other for such a long time, and you won't let me come in and sit for a while?" Xinyang said with a smile.

In the main hall of Kamisato's house, Ayato personally brewed a pot of tea for Xinyang. Xinyang picked up the teacup, blew away the steam, and took a sip. The aroma of the tea filled his mouth, making him feel relaxed.

Then, Xinyang told Ayato in detail about how he had blocked the sword of Thunder God Naxiang and was blown away to Haizhi Island, as well as his actions on Haizhi Island. Ayato listened quietly, nodding from time to time to show his understanding and agreement.

"Thank you for your hard work. This is also my fault. It seems that I still need more training. I will send someone to follow up on the cooperation with Haizhi Island. If you are tired, go and rest first." Ayato patted Xinyang's shoulder, his eyes showing gratitude to him.

"No need. Where is Linghua? Why can't I see her? She must not be still sleeping." Xinyang suddenly thought of Linghua. He stood up and prepared to find her.

"Linghua..." Lingren's face became a little solemn. He hesitated for a moment and decided to tell Xinyang the truth.

the other side.

"Shenriliu Frost Destruction!"

With a wave of the folding fan, a bone-chilling frost surged out, instantly enveloping the wandering warrior. The wandering warrior's body stiffened, swept by the frost, and he let out a series of shrill screams before finally losing his breath.

Linghua breathed softly and put away the folding fan in her hand.

Thomas, watching from the side, couldn't help but feel a surge of worry. He quickly stepped forward, looked at Linghua with concern, and said, "Miss, we've been out for a day and a night. Is your body still taking it? We should also return to Kamisato's house."

Linghua nodded in agreement, then walked towards a stream not far away, bent down and used the cold stream water to wash the blood off her face.

The cool stream lifted Linghua's spirits. Feeling the water running down her cheeks, she gradually calmed down. Standing up, she gently shook her hair to shake off the water droplets, then turned to Thomas and said, "Okay, let's go."

Passing by the Guardian Forest, Linghua's steps involuntarily led her to a grave. She knelt quietly before the grave, her eyes revealing endless longing and sorrow.

"Mother, I'm here to see you," Linghua said softly, her voice trembling slightly. Then, Linghua pulled herself together a bit and continued, "I've been focusing on studying swordsmanship for a while now. Now, even my brother might not be able to defeat me so easily! Do you think I'm really formidable?"

When mentioning her brother, Linghua's expression became a little complicated, but she quickly regained her composure.

Gently stroking the name on the tombstone, he continued, "By the way, mother, I want to ask you one more thing. I wonder if you've met Xinyang? The West Wind Sword next to you belongs to him. That guy is always so self-righteous. He clearly promised to take me to see other countries and to protect me. But in the end... he ran off to find you alone first."

At this point, Linghua's eyes gradually became moist. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the grief in her heart, and muttered to herself: "That idiot, he obviously loves to make appointments with people, but he always breaks them again and again, and now..."

Linghua sobbed a few times, "I... I will continue to work hard to practice swordsmanship and make myself stronger. In this way, no matter what difficulties I face, I will be the first to rush forward, so that no one will leave... Mother... I... I miss you." Linghua could no longer hold back her tears.

Thomas watched Linghua confide in him, a wave of sadness welling up in his heart. He tried hard to control his emotions, but tears welled up in his eyes. Thomas turned away and secretly wiped away the tears. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a familiar figure.

"Miss, I must be too tired and hallucinating," Thomas muttered to himself. However, the figure did not disappear, but became clearer and clearer. Linghua seemed to have noticed Thomas's abnormality. She composed herself and slowly stood up. The moment she turned around, the same scene appeared before her eyes. She could not help but be stunned, as if her whole body was frozen.

The figure came closer and closer, finally stopping in front of Linghua. "Do you still remember me? My eldest daughter?" Linghua rubbed her eyes in disbelief and even pinched Thomas beside her.

"Does it hurt?" Linghua asked nervously.

"It hurts." Thomas frowned and replied.

"This... this is not a dream!"