Genshin Impact: Pool Character, Nirvana of the Demon God

Chapter 788 Preparations for the Flower Goddess’ Birthday Festival (3)

"I don't know." Heita's voice was as cold as the wind blowing out from the polar ice abyss, with a biting chill that condensed into frost in the air.

After saying that, she suddenly turned her head away, avoiding Ers's gaze. The lines on her profile were tense, revealing a hint of stubbornness and alienation.

Feeling he had made a fool of himself, Ers sighed helplessly, a sigh tinged with regret and doting. He slowly approached the black tower, put his arm around her slender yet stiff shoulders, and whispered:

"Honey, I'm sorry. It's my fault."

Heita tried to break free from his hand, slapping it with his fingertips, but after several unsuccessful attempts, he finally gave up resisting and let the warm arms wrap around him.

She lowered her eyes, her expression as cold as the frost-covered lake, and her tone was calm: "Is it your fault?"

"No, you are right,"

"You were just asking me a question, and I didn't answer it properly. So, the fault is mine."

"Don't do this," Ers' voice was soft, with a hint of pleading in it, "I really didn't mean it."

Heita immediately sneered, a hint of sarcasm appearing at the corner of his lips: "That's right, because you didn't mean it at all. You did it on purpose - you just dislike my figure, right?"

"It's okay, it's human nature. You can go find those beautiful, sweet, gentle and nice girls with good figures. I won't stop you and I won't mind."

Ers's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of suppressed anger in his tone: "If you continue like this, I will really be angry."

"Yo~ Are you still angry?" Heita raised his head, his eyes flashing with provocation, "Come on, I'm not afraid of you..."

She paused before she finished speaking.

The next moment, her expression suddenly collapsed like spring snow meeting the sun.

Her cheeks, which were as cold as ice just now, now turned a blush of shame. The blush quickly spread and dyed the tips of her ears, as if the sunset was quietly soaking into the snowy field.

Why does the cold and aloof Ms. Heita look like this?

The answer was obvious—the hand that had been resting peacefully on her shoulder was now restlessly wandering over her body, its fingertips gently but firmly outlining her contours with an irresistible possessiveness.

"You...what are you doing!" The black tower trembled violently and shouted harshly, but the voice was less sharp than before. Instead, it revealed a bit of trembling and guilt. It looked fierce but was weak inside.

"I'll teach you a profound lesson." Ers' tone was calm, but his eyes were as hot as fire, and his hands were moving more and more boldly.

"I'm warning you, don't go on! Otherwise I'll be really angry!" She bit her lip, trying to maintain her final dignity.

Ers did not give in and chuckled: "Aren't you angry now? Besides--"

He leaned over and whispered his lips close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe. "If I don't do this now, then my wife, whom I haven't officially married yet, will divorce me on the spot?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly picked her up sideways, his movements quick and decisive, as if he was holding up a rare treasure.

As for the suspended game?

Since they had already pressed the pause button, they might as well let it pause. At this moment, the world stood still for them, and everything else could go to hell.

The bedroom door closed gently, isolating the noise from the outside world.

After a moment, rhythmic moans were heard from the house, interwoven with gasps and whispers, like a private and passionate nocturne.

Among them, a conversation slowly flows in the ambiguous air:

"Now, is it still my fault?"

"Yes! It's your fault! Who told you to say that I have a bad figure!" Her voice trembled slightly, filled with anger and shyness.

"Then I solemnly apologize." He chuckled and kissed her neck. "At the same time, please experience for yourself how fatally attractive you are to me."

From then on, the mountains were gone and the sky and the earth were united.

(This method is only recommended for couples with deep feelings and intention to get married, or for couples with stable relationships. Otherwise, there is a risk of violating the wishes of others. Please be aware.)

——Teyvat

Xumi, Teaching Order.

“Secondly, I’m not narcissistic.”

"I'm just stating a...fact."

The young man raised the corners of his lips slightly, his smile was gentle yet sharp, as if he was calmly stating the truth of the universe.

[So narcissistic...it's ingrained in me.]

This look of self-confidence, bordering on arrogance, instantly reminded me of my university advisor—the guy who always claimed to be a "once-in-a-century academic prodigy."

[Who can hand him a mirror? Let him take a good look at himself, the "chosen one"?]

The wanderer raised his hand and made a decisive gesture to stop him. "Stop it. I don't care if you're being narcissistic or if you're truly stating the truth."

His tone was calm, yet tinged with an undeniable coldness. "I only know that if the Marshal knew that I had specially invited you, the strategic brain, from among the few think tanks in the Hall of Heroes, and brought you all the way to Xumi, only to find you had become what you are now... as erratic as the wind and as narcissistic as the clouds—"

Rurouni paused, his eyes sharp as a knife, and uttered the chilling ending word by word:

"Then He will definitely tear me into pieces with his own hands and reassemble me into a puppet that can apologize."

"So," he said in a slower tone, with a hint of helplessness and a desire to survive, "consider it for my own safety. Please... return to normal a little."

The young man shrugged, waving his feather fan, his expression full of innocence: "Well... I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

"After all, fifty years is enough to change the sea into mulberry fields, and a child into an old man, not to mention changing a person's character. To go from profound wisdom to calm and reserved is much more difficult than starting from scratch."

He sighed softly, as if recalling the past:

"All I can say is that before I set off back to Liyue, I will do my best to rediscover my former self."

Langke glanced at him and said in a complicated tone, "It seems that these fifty years in the Imperial Academy have had a significant impact on you, Zhuge Xun."

The young man named Zhuge Xun waved a feather fan, his eyes as deep as the night sky, and his tone was filled with emotion and self-mockery:

"Because the moment I stepped into the House of the Holy Orders, I truly realized two things—"

"First, it turns out that immortals are not everywhere;"

"Secondly, it turns out that among ordinary people, I... am truly a genius."

Rogue: “…”

After a long pause, he shrugged helplessly, a hint of resignation in his tone: "As long as you're happy. Just don't let me take the blame when you leave, and remember to switch back to normal mode."

"Okay, enough gossip."

The wanderer put away his joking expression, his expression suddenly became serious, and his voice was low and firm: "I came here this time because of an important matter, and I need your help."

"Speak freely, my old friend," Zhuge Xun smiled slightly, his feather fan gently touching his chest, and he was very graceful. "No matter what, I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly."

Rurouni's gaze narrowed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Help me gather all the intelligence on the Fatui's movements within Xumi—their bases, personnel, and trajectory. Nothing can be left out."

Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Also... I need clues about the projects that the royalists are secretly promoting within the House of Lords. I need every clue."

"Heh..." Zhuge Xun chuckled, but a sharp gleam flashed in his eyes, "You are really rude. You just threw the most difficult bone to me."

He put away his fan and tapped his palm lightly, confident and calm: "But fortunately - information gathering is one of my specialties."

He raised his eyes and looked directly at the wanderer:

"Wait for me here in one day. I'll give you a top-secret intelligence… so complete it'll make you question your life."

The wanderer nodded slightly, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and then his figure disappeared like smoke in the breeze, as if he had never appeared.

After the breeze completely faded away, Zhuge Xun slowly turned around and leaned against the railing again. He slowly bit off another piece of potato chip, looked at the Xumi City below, and murmured softly:

"Fifty years...it's not just my personality that's changed."

……

Xumi, Grand Bazaar.

The sun shines on the colorful market, and the scent of spices and the colorful fabrics interweave into a vibrant picture.

Caesar led Ying and her group through the area, introducing them with an enthusiastic look:

"This is the Grand Bazaar—the most prosperous market in Xumi, and the center of the upcoming Flower God's Birthday Festival."