The treasure thieves of Teyvat rob Shenhe

Enter the living room.

"Mahaila is back, Ahe is in the kitchen, come and sit down." Lin Ye said.

"Ah."

Mahaila glanced at the young man who was reading newspapers like an old man. She didn't understand what was so good about the Tuledula Morning Post? It was just a bunch of whitewashed lies.

Mahaila felt like she was at home, sitting casually on a chair and becoming lost in thought.

It’s not that I don’t want to help in the kitchen with cooking, but I don’t have the ability, you know?

After a while, Shen He walked out of the kitchen and Mahaila stood up to help carry a plate.

"You are the birthday boy tonight, so just sit there. Aye, come here." Shen He ordered.

Lin Ye put down the newspaper and stood up to help.

Mahaila looked at Lin Ye and Shen He. She recalled every little thing she had experienced with the neighbor couple over the years and envied them very much.

If I could be like Sister Shen He, find a man who loves her and she loves, open a small shop, and live a peaceful daily life day after day.

But it's not impossible.

Mahaila clenched her hands. She carried a deep blood feud and was destined to embark on a bloody road. She must not implicate Brother Lin Ye and Sister Shen He.

Soon, a table full of delicious food was served, with good color, aroma and taste.

In this house, whoever is in charge of the kitchen holds the royal power.

Shen He raised his glass first and said to Mahaila.

"Happy birthday."

Lin Ye and Mahaila raised their glasses.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. On Mahaila’s birthday, Shen He did not make a bowl of longevity noodles, but instead prepared desert culture delicacies.

Drinking and drinking each other.

Lin Ye and Mahaila were busy eating.

Shen He cared about Mahaila from the side.

"Mahaila, I heard from Aunt Murina that you have been very close to a young man recently."

"Cough cough!"

Mahaila couldn't hold it back. Her cheeks were flushed under the light. She stammered and said things like "He just caught my attention", "Sister Shenhe, why are you like an old mother?", "I'm a non-marriageist", etc., which made Lin Ye laugh and created a cheerful atmosphere.

"You have a simple mind, I'm afraid you've been deceived." Shen He said.

Upon hearing this, Mahela recalled that in the first few years when she came to Tuledula, she had to deal with those blind hooligans and gangsters, and many people had been injured and killed. She had seen all kinds of bad people.

In other words, after moving and becoming neighbors with Lin Ye Shen He, he became much more restrained.

Am I innocent? Mahaila wondered.

"Don't worry, Sister Shen He. Whoever dares to lie to me, I will make him live a life worse than death." Mahaila grinned.

"So what is your attitude towards Xifos?" Shen He asked.

"Ah this..."

Mahaila fell silent.

Sister Shen He is good in every way except that she has a maternal nature. Although they seem to be about the same age, Sister Shen He seems to have more experience.

This year is Mahaila’s twenty-first birthday, what about Sister Shenhe?

Mahaila had a hunch that this was an untouchable abyss. After more than ten years of living together, Mahaila vaguely realized that this seemingly ordinary couple was actually not simple.

One time, I overheard Brother Lin Ye and Sister Shen He chatting. The person they were talking about had never been heard of before and I thought he was their friend from other regions. Later, I accidentally saw an ancient document and discovered that the name was in it!

"Okay, Sister Ahe, if you keep talking, Mahaila won't dare to come to our house." Lin Ye said with a smile.

Shen He heard this and thought it made sense.

She was just worried that after witnessing the life trajectories of many people over the past thousand years, Shen He had developed a strong sense and was able to detect some characters who were destined to shine in history.

For example, Mahaila.

When they first met, Mahaila was like a piece of ice, but there was anger in her eyes. Mahaila thought she hid it well, but in fact Shen He saw the heavy burden that this girl from a foreign land was carrying.

An hour later, Mahaila returned home with the gift.

The birthday gift was a sapphire bracelet.

Before going to bed, Shen He couldn't help but express her worries.

Lin Ye sighed. Are we talking about this matter now?

Chapter 637 Mahaila: I have a friend...

Mahaila had a nightmare.

The world in her dreams was filled with blood and fire, and there were miserable screams. Her people were fleeing in all directions, and the cavalry of the Organa Dynasty army trampled life after life. Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers.

She was young at that time and ran away for her life. Corpses passed by her everywhere. At the end of her consciousness, what was left was her mother's tragic death and the enemy's rampant and devilish laughter.

hatred!

anger!

Mahaila woke up with a start. She wiped her forehead, which was covered in sweat, and turned to look out the window. The faint light of dawn shone into the room through the window.

A new day begins.

Mahaila got up and washed, then looked at the woman in front of the frosted mirror. Her purple eyes were cold, and her whole body was as sharp as a knife, as if she had been constantly polished by some unforgettable things.

Carrying the two-handed sword of her homeland on her back, Mahaila left home and passed by a grocery store, where she saw the owner doing his business leisurely.

"Good morning, Brother Linye."

"Good morning."

"Where's Sister Shen He? She usually comes to help you."

"She felt a little uncomfortable this morning and stayed in bed. Maybe she drank too much last night."

"I see."

"Then I won't bother you anymore." Mahela said politely. After saying goodbye to Lin Ye, she went to the square in Tuledula to perform.

As a girl living away from home, Mahaila's main income is similar to that of a bard, and she makes a living by her skills.

Mahaila's mother is a rare Zhenling. She has Zhenling blood, so her appearance is impeccable. Her Zhenling ancestors have been good at dancing since their generation. Mahaila inherited excellent genes and can perform a sword dance that is amazing.

The sword dance is just like her, cold and sharp. She doesn't have the tenderness of other dancers, nor the exquisiteness of Chiyo's sword dance. She exudes a restrained rationality and has a unique beauty.

By creating a differentiated track, Mahaila became famous and people went to the square to watch her performance every day.

Master Mahaila started the first day’s performance and soon a large crowd gathered to watch.

Where there are people supporting something, there will naturally be people ruining it.

A few strangers who had just arrived not long ago saw a woman showing up in public without a man, and saw the gold coins raining down on her as rewards. After finding out that Mahaila was also a stranger, they began to have evil thoughts.

Mahaila's sword dance was obviously that of a skilled practitioner, but that didn't mean that a few sturdy men with childish looks thought that Mahaila could handle a group of people by herself.

So, this group of outsiders started to make a fuss and threw stones on purpose.

All of them were bounced back by Mahaila's sword smoothly, leaving the opponent with bruises on the face.

The onlookers burst into laughter.

The strangers were angry and annoyed. They glared at the passers-by fiercely, stared at Mahaila with murderous eyes, and then left.

Mahaila knew that they were trying to block her.

It's just a way to make some extra money.

At noon, Mahaila took a rest and the passers-by dispersed.

Mahaila was a little surprised that the stranger who was causing trouble had not shown up yet.

At this time, a young man with amber eyes came over and carefully placed a few purses next to the bench where Mahaila was sitting.

Mahaila glanced at the purse and then looked at the young man.

The young man showed a simple and innocent smile.

"Did you deal with those people?" asked Mahaila.

"I found a job in the guard corps. Those people don't know the rules, so I explain things to them," said the young man.

"What is this money?"

"Lectures are charged. In Tuledulla, knowledge should be paid for, right?"

Mahaila thought about it and agreed.

"So, you gave them to me, for what?" Mahaila asked.

"I think you look great when you dance. It's a recognition of your hard work," the young man said honestly.

"Shouldn't my dance be beautiful?" asked Mahaila.

"They all look good."

“Haha… take it away, stay away from me. Tuledula is not a big place. If someone we know sees it, the news will spread to our neighbor’s sister.”

Young people are quick to accept good advice.

Mahaila looked at the serious look on the young man's face after he put on the uniform, and suddenly said as she recalled the past few months she had spent with the young man.

"I said, do you... like me?"

"what?"

Is it so straightforward?

Without waiting for the young man to answer, Mahaila said coldly.

"Give up! I won't fall in love with you, let's not waste each other's time! I have important things to do!"

The young man said nothing. He looked at Mahaila and thought back to their first meeting.

It was a morning, the sun was shining, the crowd was cheering, and the young man squeezed through one person after another and finally saw the shining woman. Her sword dance carried a certain loneliness and exhilaration, because they had the same experience.

The young man didn't know it, he just felt his heart beating faster.

"Mahaira, I can help you."

"Siphos, you can't help me."

Mahaila stood up, grasped the greatsword, pointed it at Siphos, with murderous intent in her eyes, and spoke word by word.

"Can you beat me?"

Faced with Mahela's murderous intent, Siphos' scalp tingled, but he still pulled out his sword.

This is a double-edged sword, shining with the brilliance of moonlight, and housing a perverse and cruel spirit.

"I think I can," said Seaforth.

"Then can you kill me?"

"this…"

"You and I are actually the same kind of people. I smell the scent of blood and hatred from you, but you are indecisive. For the sake of revenge, everything is a pawn. You don't realize that you are embarking on a road of no return. How can such a person help me?"

Siphos thought Mahaila was too extreme, he said.

"Who is your enemy? I'll help you kill him!"

Mahaila shook her head, put down her sword, and left.

Sifos wanted to chase after her, but was scared away by Mahaila's cold look.

He scratched his head, his mouth felt dry and he wanted to drink.

……

"Why did you come back so early today?" Lin Ye asked.

"I drank a little too much last night and I'm not in a good state."