Genshin Impact: The Vision of Gods Shines Again

"relation?"

Ningguang's smile visibly froze for a moment, but she quickly recovered: "But in my eyes, we've always been siblings, always family."

The word "family" made Mu Xian look at Ning Guang with an unfriendly gaze, and then he quickly lowered his head.

That was in the past.

"Besides, our relationship... should be that of enemies now."

"Powerful people who falsely accuse others..."

"Ordinary people wronged by the powerful and wealthy..."

"You agree, Lord Tianquan..."

Chapter 201 Of course

Powerful figures who frame ordinary people for their own benefit.

Ordinary people who are wrongly accused for no reason...

Even then, Mu Xian always thought that the two of them didn't have that kind of relationship.

But the truth always told Mu Xian everything.

Mu Xian truly harbored some resentment towards Ning Guang...

Mu Xian probably wouldn't have harbored such deep resentment towards anything she did, whether it was Ke Qing or anyone else.

But it had to be her.

They are precisely the people who keep saying they are family, who keep saying they stand with me.

It's disgusting, it's really...

Frustrated feelings welled up in Mu Xian's heart, making him unable to resist looking at the silent goodness stuck in the tree root.

As Mu Xian looked at Bu Yanshan, Ning Guang's voice also rang out.

"So that's what my enemy was thinking..."

Ningguang's tone was not disappointed, but rather carried a hint of relief.

"I thought you would say a mortal enemy you wish you could kill."

"My enemy, you speak so gently, just like before."

"so..."

As she muttered to herself, Ningguang slowly opened her arms, as if facing something with composure.

"Let's take revenge. Once we've taken our revenge, we won't be enemies anymore."

"As long as I get my revenge..."

"Shouldn't we still be family?"

These words made Mu Xian raise his head; he hadn't expected Ning Guang to be so decisive.

However, Mu Xian did not soften his heart because of Ning Guang's words, and pulled out the unspoken kindness that was stuck in the tree roots again.

It was just a few words, but Mu Xian had heard too many of these words that softened her heart.

Every time I soften my heart, I end up falling to the ground again after getting back up.

Every time he fell, Mu Xian would look up, hoping to see who could help him up.

Only once... Mu Xian and someone else who had also fallen to the ground helped each other to their feet.

He originally thought that the two of them would support each other and walk together... until she pushed him and he fell down the biggest fall of his life.

The knife tip pierced his chest, but no blood flowed out; instead, specks of blue light spilled out.

Ningguang looked down at the blade that had pierced her chest, then followed the blade's edge to the arm that was gripping the hilt.

The owner of the arm had his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

However, Ningguang didn't care, and she didn't even care about the silent goodness stuck in her chest.

As the blade rubbed against her chest, Ningguang moved closer and closer to Mu Xian.

Immediately, he hugged Mu Xian tightly.

"It doesn't hurt at all..."

She also lowered her head and leaned close to Mu Xian's ear.

Ningguang's voice was somewhat muffled, as if she were talking to Muxian through gauze.

Mu Xian did not push Ning Guang away. He saw that the figure Ning Guang was gazing at had become somewhat transparent.

"Are you relieved?"

The muffled voice even carried a hint of gentleness: "If you're still not satisfied... you can stab me a few more times."

"Until you feel better..."

"Until you call me 'sister' again..."

Mu Xian did not answer, and the unspoken words were withdrawn from Ning Guang's chest at some unknown time.

The sharp blade gleamed with a bright white light, and the strange engravings on it reappeared.

He didn't stab Ningguang again, but he pushed her away with one hand.

In Ningguang's stunned gaze, Mu Xian's deep eyes seemed to hold something hidden.

"Do you forgive me...?"

Mu Xian quickly raised his lowered eyes and took another step back.

"But I'm not quite satisfied yet..."

"Unless you resign from your position as one of the Seven Stars of Liyue and then abandon all the wealth you currently possess."

The leaves of the World Tree fell one by one, the rustling sound becoming much denser than before, intertwining with Ningguang's reply.

Or it might fall onto the tree roots...

Or perhaps it landed between two figures...

Falling leaves blocked their view; as they disappeared, new leaves began to fall...

...

Xumi, Port of Ormos.

Wooden swords are much lighter than real swords, but the force they generate is still quite formidable.

But there was a hint of hesitation in his sharpness.

The sharpness is the result of years of consistent effort and accumulation, while the hesitation reflects the different thoughts of Su Zhen's master than they appear on the surface.

Swordsmanship requires the unity of mind and spirit. Although Ayaka showed no outward signs of joy or sorrow, her mind was never at peace.

"Your swordsmanship is good... but your mind is in turmoil."

You seem to be in a hurry about something.

The words that had been etched in her mind made Ayaka stop what she was doing, and as if by muscle memory, she looked to her left.

It was supposed to be muscle memory, but Ayaka had some ulterior motives, making her movements much faster, and her uncombed hair swayed in the air.

But the expected scene did not appear.

The scene before Ayaka's eyes was not the entrance to the Kamisato Mansion, nor was the person leaning against the doorway.

Memory is just memory...

Even the sounds I heard before were just hallucinations.

Her deep blue eyes dimmed considerably, and she lowered her head, gripping the wooden knife with increasing force in her right hand.

Another gust of wind, and sweat, with the force of the swing, gradually condensed into ice in mid-air.

Ice chips fall to the ground and melt into water under the sun.

With each swing of her sword, Ninghua's movements grew faster and faster.

But it was like a venting of emotions without any rhythm... it got more and more chaotic.

Suddenly, Bai Dai appeared in the corner.

From the corner, she coldly watched the figure wielding a knife not far away, and slowly placed the tea she had prepared on the stone table in the open space.

As if sensing something, Ayaka stopped what she was doing the moment the tea was placed on the table.

Panting, she bent over, leaning on her wooden knife, and quickly straightened up.

They slowly walked towards the stone table, then sat down, without exchanging a single word.

White clouds drift by, blocking the sun and leaving behind not white in the sky, but black on the ground.

After a long silence, Linghua finally spoke, looking at the unfinished tea in her hand.

"Has Mu Xianjun woken up yet?"

She still spoke in the same pampered young lady tone as before, but with a hint of worry in her voice.

Based on the dosage of that medicine, Mu Xianjun should have woken up last night...

But to this day, he remains unconscious.

This was the first time Linghua had done something so outrageous, and she was worried that her willfulness might cause some harm to Muxianjun.

Amidst my anxiety, Xiao Baidai's voice came through.

Momoyo's tone was as indifferent as before, but the content of her words made Ayaka feel much better.

"Old...he wants to see you."

Ignoring the unfinished tea and the wooden sword lying to the side, Ayaka suddenly stood up.

The tea was overturned by Ayaka, and the wooden sword was knocked to the ground, but Ayaka ignored it and walked towards a certain room.

She walked quickly, but she wanted to quicken her pace.