Yuanshin: The Eye of God Lights Up Again

"I told you that you'll get drunk if you drink like that."

The helpless voice reached his ears, driving Beidou to sleep like this.

Drowsy from drunkenness, Beidou raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had been swept away.

"Tch, it's really... boring..."

The words of complaint ended, and the next sentence was one of suppressed joy.

"Mu Xian, welcome back..."

Mu Xian looked at Beidou who was resisted by him, and was a little silent.

Mu Xian suddenly remembered the self who wanted to enter the tavern not long ago.

Standing outside the tavern, I was very hesitant. I mustered up the courage to step into the tavern, but was scared by the voice of the tavern clerk and fled here.

Why run away?

After all, time is enough for one person to become another person, maybe Mu Xian is afraid of seeing a strange big sister.

Liyue Port has changed a lot in five years, but Captain Beidou has always been the same as Mu Xian remembered.

Lucky, maybe really lucky.

Mu Xian thought as he looked squarely at the tavern in front of him for the first time.

It seems that it is not as smelly as before...

Chapter 45 The Weird Weather

"The sky is high and the clouds are scattered"

"Sunset Sunset Clear Sky Hometown Shadow"

"Wandering... wandering heart"

When Inazuma, Mu Xian read most of the light novels by Yaedo.

As for Inazuma's poetry collection, Mu Xian couldn't understand it. He only felt a sour smell of meaningless moaning.

"Perhaps . . . not even a walnut limerick."

Mu Xian thought, and couldn't help but think of the little girl with evasive eyes.

"The main thing is that the hall has left, and it's not that the dragons have no leader in the past."

"And compared to Dao Wife, this hall master still likes to do Liyue's business."

In and out of Hu Tao's words, he said that he could not live without him, but Mu Xian could feel that Hu Tao seemed to want to be with him, but because of some unspeakable reasons, he couldn't get away from him.

Even as the "exclusive employee" of the hall master, Mu Xian didn't know much about the Hall of Death.

However, after all, Mu Xian was born in a noble family that has been passed down for thousands of years, and he also knew that these organizations that had been passed down for thousands of years kept many secrets that were not accessible to outsiders.

"Monopoly" is completely unacceptable in Liyue, but Xiangshengtang has monopolized the funeral industry by itself.

Although the hall master seemed a little unreliable, just from pulling himself back from the ground veins, he also knew that there were many things hidden in the little girl.

However, Mu Xian didn't want to explore too much. Curiosity was of no use to Mu Xian.

Pulling his thoughts away from Hu Tao, Mu Xian once again looked at the boy not far away.

Although he helped the young man in front of him block General Lei Dian's knife, in terms of impression, Mu Xian was still deeply impressed by his friend.

On the day he climbed up to the castle tower, he wore a dark red robe, carefully placed the kitten in his arms on the ground, and protected the kitten with a scarf.

Mu Xian admired Mu Xian for his courage in fighting in front of the imperial court and facing the thunder light, but an ordinary warrior was no match for the general under his command after all.

how to say?

That person is really weak, but he has an ideal that is more important than death.

In the past, Mu Xian might have admired him a little, but now...

Isn't it just dead, it doesn't seem to be a big deal.

The heavy slap from the back made Mu Xian stagger, and looked away from the figure sitting on the bow.

Turning around to look, Beidou behind him was still patting himself.

Although she woke up from drunkenness, the smell of alcohol around made Mu Xian wonder if she was sleepwalking.

"The current Southern Cross can travel sideways across the entire sea."

Beidou, smelling of alcohol, said, "As long as you come back, I'll give you the position of deputy captain."

"I'll cover my head with the eldest sister, and no one will be able to bully you in the future."

Beidou smiled heartily, as if these words were not only spoken to Mu Xian, but also to the rest of the fleet.

Mu Xian looked at Beidou. After many years of companionship, Mu Xian was able to hear what was hidden in Beidou's hearty laughter.

This time, Mu Xian saw happiness and a trace of nostalgia.

Mu Xian does not reject becoming a crew member of Beidou again, but the Southern Cross is Liyue's fleet after all.

so...

"Captain, I'm sorry."

Mu Xian looked at the young man sitting against the wind not far away again: "I don't have a good impression of those who have wronged me, and I don't want to forgive them without hesitation."

"In that case, forget it."

Without hearty laughter, Beidou patted Mu Xian on the shoulder nonchalantly: "But brat, you must remember that you have always been my crew member."

"If you are bullied in any way, I will stand up for you, eldest sister."

"If you regret it, the Southern Cross Fleet is always open to you."

The openness in his voice seemed to be to appease the guilt in Mu Xian's heart, but Mu Xian could still see what was hidden under the openness.

"Thank you."

Mu Xian deliberately ignored what was hidden under his open-mindedness: "Just like the captain said, I will always remember that I have a eldest sister."

"Brat..."

Mu Xian's neck was suddenly hugged, and Beidou leaned next to Mu Xian: "You brat, what happened when I fainted that time?"

"The captain doesn't know?"

Mu Xian turned his head, with some surprise in his flat tone: "The other people around should have told you."

"I can't trust them."

Beidou waved his hands in disgust: "They all said you died in Yunlaihai. Look, aren't you still alive and well now?"

As he said that, Beidou looked at Mu Xian's black hair casually: "These five years should be quite difficult."

Mu Xian was silent for a while, then said: "It's not bad, it's just..."

Beidou listened curiously to the words after "It's just", but all he heard was silence.

This brat... doesn't seem to want to say it.

Beidou lowered his eyes and quickly laughed again.

"Don't say what you don't want to say."

He patted Mu Xian on the back again: "You can tell me what you want to say."

"Thank you."

Beidou's words made Mu Xian relax his frown, and he changed the subject: "Captain, how long will it take before we can sail?"

"Wait."

Beidou said: "Southern Cross has taken on a big job, sending a noble from Mondstadt to Daozhu."

"I can only say that the nobles are worthy of being nobles. The mora given to them is worth half of the supplies consumed by the fleet back and forth."

Beidou said, suddenly seeing Mu Xian's frown: "You brat, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Mu Xian shook his head, shaking the scene with candlelight out of his mind: "I just thought of some uncomfortable things a long time ago."

"Before? By the way, I remember you said before that you seem to be from a certain family of Mond."

Beidou always looked carefree, and his loud voice spread throughout the ship's deck.

The figure in the cloak boarded the Death Omen, and stopped suddenly after hearing the figure's words.

He raised his head in the direction of the voice, and was about to reveal his face under the cloak when he heard an impatient voice behind him.

"If you want to leave, leave quickly. Why are you blocking other people here?"

The crew of the Death Omen Star spoke a little louder: "By preventing other people from boarding the ship, it will hinder the fleet's sailing time, and it will delay the time to go to Guyun Pavilion, big sister, even you..."

As the cloaked man turned his head, the crew member's body felt inexplicably paused.

The crew froze for a moment, and suddenly found that there was nothing in sight, and there was no cloaked man there.

Suddenly feeling the coolness dripping down from his forehead, the crew member wiped it off and found that the sweat was not as hot as before, and even made his hands tremble a little from the cold.

Looking up at the shining sun, the crew members felt a little confused.

"Tsk, what a weird weather..."

Muttering, the crew removed the chains hanging from the ship.

As the heavy chain fell into the sea, the crew member turned and shouted in the direction of the helmsman.

"It's sailing!"

The sound echoed on the deck of the Death Star, and the flag belonging to the Southern Cross Fleet was slowly raised.

People saw the mighty fleet, which was famous throughout Liyue Port, leaving the dock. Under the grand occasion, no one noticed that a small boat returned to the port.

The ordinary-looking boatman stepped off the boat and walked towards the long-awaited connector in silence.

"get ready."

The boatman said, "Boss, she said to go back to Yanshang teahouse."