Chapter 131: The Courtyard of Silence (Updated 1.24)
If he could do it again, Murtada would definitely take out 50 Mora without hesitation.
Now looking at Ming Chong’s highlights up close, he is handsome, but he is also really scary.
He was just a weak, pitiful and helpless ordinary scholar, powerless and unable to do anything, and had no room for error in the face of any major disaster.
You know, the lessons from the past are still there!
Ming Chong even stole the Grass God, so what can't a mere Red King steal?
What's more, the Grass God is alive, and the Red King is dead, so stealing the former is definitely more difficult...
Think about it, even the Grass God has to be a back-up here at Mingchong's place. How much better can the Red King's treatment be?
Murtada's mind was in a mess, and following Ming Chong's next move, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide and hold his breath.
A shadow with an aura as deep as the abyss and a majestic temperament gradually appeared.
Everyone present gasped. Even though the Scarlet King, whom he had so passionately pursued, was right before his eyes, Samel was distracted.
He turned his head slightly and looked at Ming Chong in front of him, whose every move was affected by invisible energy.
A faint figure appeared silently in the air behind Ming Chong. As the figure gradually became clearer, Sameer's eyes suddenly widened.
Her long, curly white hair flowed like a waterfall, draped down her back and tied into a ponytail. Her hair was adorned with delicate green ornaments. The figure's face was like an elf, and her eyes were filled with peace and tolerance...
Samel remembered this face; before he returned to Thutmose, they had seen it together in the priest's tomb, in the memory left in the bones.
——She is the Great Compassion Tree King, the one who has not exhausted his power and has become like a child.
The former Grass God...
I saw the other person put his finger to his lips and made a shushing gesture.
Sameer avoided the other person's gaze, only to realize that neither of the two people around him had noticed the other's appearance. He was always a deep thinker, and all kinds of speculations flashed through his mind.
Finally, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he found that the surrounding scenery seemed to have faded, just like before.
As the various colors faded, the shadow of the Red King quickly disappeared in the air.
Of course, from a distance, I'm afraid this is the case.
“Amon…”
"Are you satisfied with the eyes I left for you?"
Ming Chong spoke slowly, his tone full of teasing.
At this time, Chi Wang was already standing in front of him. He looked at Ming Chong carefully and lowered his eyes.
"Not bad, I've seen everything I wanted to see."
Ming Chong didn't understand what he meant and found this reaction rather boring. So, he asked another question -
"Don't you want to be resurrected? I've already put you back together."
Yes, the current image of the Red King is similar to the existence form of pure energy body like Buyer.
The Red King shook his head slightly, "It's good as it is now."
After all, the person who had done this was someone he had long admired. In many ways, the person before him was the human being he and Nabu admired most, no matter how many times they reincarnated. He fulfilled all their ultimate fantasies about humanity.
When it comes to your ideal in life, you should try your best to piece yourself together bit by bit, just like piecing together a piece of paper that has been torn into pieces.
Then, no matter what changes you make next, they will be redundant.
Unfortunately, Ming Chong didn't get any meaning and curled his lips. Just like he didn't understand these guys at all when he watched the simulated memory, Ming Chong felt that he and Chi Wang really had no communication at all.
"Okay, now that you're alive, why don't you do me a favor?" Ming Chong quickly got into the mood and gave casual instructions.
The Red King took over, his crimson eyes fixed on him motionlessly, deep and calm, yet with some hidden emotions surging underneath. "You want to resurrect that female scholar. Her name... seems to be Youfei, right?"
Ming Chong nodded and let out a lazy sigh of relief, "You know, that's easy."
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In Samel's eyes, Ming Chong and Chi Wang were talking back and forth about You Fei and how to deal with the aftermath, while Dacishu Wang was standing aside, watching for an unknown period of time with feelings he didn't know about.
Then he heard the other party speak:
"You know what? The memories of you all that remain within the World Tree. They and I... have read them over and over again countless times. We've already memorized your names."
Sameer hesitated, and it took him a while to realize that the Great Compassion Tree King was speaking to him, and no one else could hear.
"And during the time Ming Chong wasn't around, I kept my eyes on the fate of the three of you countless times."
The Great Compassion Tree King turned to look at him at some point, his demeanor still gentle. "Have you ever heard of fairy tales? Or the long-standing stories told by the elders in the tribe?"
Hearing this, Sameer nodded dully, his neck clacking like a rusty, unlubricated machine.
The voice was stiff and replied, "I have only heard the story of the Red King."
This answer did not exceed the Great Mercy Tree King's expectations. She chuckled, "I know, just like how you once frantically searched for the legend of the Red King and his story."
"For us, you were once people in the story."
Those were happy, relaxing, yet painful days.
As Ming Chong's footsteps extend little by little across the continent of Teyvat, the Great Tree King, the Red King, and the Flower God, the three of them, like readers who follow the updates, keep looking forward to and fantasizing... hoping that the protagonist's footsteps can reach Mount Sumeru.
Of course, perhaps the special thing is that the medium through which they follow the story is the World Tree.
However, when Ming Chong really set foot on the land of Xumi, they couldn't help but feel some loss.
But just as every reader will empathize with the scenery in the story that is similar to that around them, so that any description can stimulate their emotions, the same is true for the three gods of Xumi.
I want to get to know the protagonist...
I want to create a new story together...
I want to feel the same feeling of being saved as the Sumeru people in the story...
Similarly, the Great Tree King was indeed familiar with the information about Sameer and the others. In contrast, as the protagonist of the story, she was more familiar with and understood Ming Chong.
They all knew that the protagonist was keen on exciting, fresh and different things, and could cleverly avoid anything that was complicated and would embarrass him.
So, when Ming Chong was about to appear in front of them, they all began to conceal their true selves, just like performing a drama, leaving all kinds of suspense, mystery, and novelty to attract the other party to actively look for them.
A short story chapter is not enough to satisfy them, just as the characters that enter the main line of the small unit story are more important, their plan is to be able to participate in Ming Chong's future.
After acquiring these memories, the Great Compassion Tree King felt both amused and confused. She had never imagined that she would actually connect with Ming Chong in reality, at this point in time that Ming Chong truly recognized and belonged to.
Just like his real self has no obsession, the Great Compassion Tree King is now more calm.
Therefore, the question that King Dacishu is worried about now is whether King Chi has found his own position?
What is his obsession?
Are you relieved or still repressed?
This is why the Great Compassionate Tree King appeared.
Sameer was speechless. Being illiterate, he couldn't describe the feeling. He just felt his heart tighten and loosen, loosen and tighten again, over and over again.
Although he had reduced his expectations of the Red King after realizing that his own hands could also create an oasis, he was still not disenchanted with the gods.
After all, he was not only a god, but also a hero from the stories he had heard as a child.
Countless desert people would say, "If only the Red King were still here," and "The Red King would come to rescue us."
——So, the gods also hope that someone can come and save them?
This was the only thought in Sameer's mind at this moment.
And that person was his child.
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Ming Chong felt that he really couldn't understand it.
He didn't quite understand, he really didn't quite understand what the Red King was thinking.
If the Great Compassionate Tree King was concerned about the Little Auspicious Grass King, Nashida's majesty, and the current pattern of Sumeru.
But what is the Red King worried about?
——Is that the nail house owner who lives in the sky?
However, according to Ming Chong's current understanding, the residents in the sky have not been active for a long time since the Kanreya War.
His experience as a survivor of being hammered with nails told him that as long as the destruction caused was severe enough, the cycle of reincarnation in the continent of Teyvat would stop, leaving irreversible consequences.
Ming Chong himself is not very good at measuring the weight of good and bad fortune, but as long as there is good stuff, even if it is only 0.01%, he can magnify it infinitely.
The next second, Ming Chong slapped himself on the head.
——Oh no, I actually became normal.
If I don’t know, I don’t know. If I keep thinking about it, will I become aware?
No, that's unlikely. You know, time travel doesn't change your IQ.
After figuring it out, he stood with his hands on his hips, looking refreshed and proud, and said, "That's three wishes, all granted at once. Tada, you still have a lot to learn!"
Murtada, who was originally watching this series of changes in amazement, was keenly aware of the irritating gazes falling on him, and felt an inexplicable tingling on his scalp.
——Help, don’t mention me in this situation!
And the three wishes and all that stuff... So you know we're not only involved in the [Temple of Silence], but also in the [God-King's Legacy] troubles, and now there's also the [Garden of Silence]...
——Who said this guy is stupid? Doesn't this guy know everything?
Murtada complained inwardly, swallowed his saliva, and forced a stiff smile, "Yes, yes, if it was Lord Scarlet King..."
...Hey, it seems that these three things can really be confused in front of King Chi!
Could it be that Ming Chong is actually the type of person who is wise but appears foolish?
He looked at Ming Chong's heartless and brilliant smile with suspicion.
——No, I absolutely won't admit it. Even if I thought he was super handsome before, I would never let him know that!
Murtada swore a firm oath in his heart.
At this moment, Kusela suddenly spoke up, "If it's Lord Scarlet King, then my plan to leave like a hero will probably be impossible..."
His words sounded like a sigh, and also like relief.
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