Chapter 258: Chen Yu's Last Words
"The stark difference in perspective between the two eyes startled him, but a blue butterfly remained motionless above the left eye hidden within the flower branch.
The dragon's powerful tail accidentally extended out and slapped the ground. Rubbing my eyes became a problem.
One pair of eyes, two perspectives.
You have known many dragons of Teyvat, Tevarin, Durin, Kuhul, Erinath, Navelet, Apep, and... Rhodo, but none of their sights are like the Nibelungen's.
He is extremely arrogant and playful. He is obviously a cowardly person, but he cannot get rid of the aggressiveness in his bones.
The tiny, stunning, and vivid blue butterfly could not occupy Nibelungen's time. What attracted his attention was the rustling movement on the flowers.
When the camera focuses on the animal world, it is quiet for a moment, and only after observing every pattern on the butterfly's wings, every tremor on its antennae, and every interaction between its limbs and flowers, will it pay attention to other things.
The same is true when Ruota looks at you with his left eye.
So, you first became the green butterfly, and then transformed into the image he had in mind.
"You're done, Brother Tuozi." You came out of your daze of being spied on and laughed leisurely, "You've fallen in love with me."
Ruota didn't believe it. He softened the urgency in his voice and said, "I have only pity for all mortals."
"What about the butterfly?"
"...care." He thought for a moment and gave this answer, unable to help but laugh. "If a thousand hesitations equal a thousand heartbeats, then between us, the love of [care] is, of course, the same as I love you."
Morax opened the eyes of the blind dragon. Before that, every time he turned over, it was an earthquake in the long dark night.
…The eyes are the quickest way to shake Ruta’s sensibility.
But Nibelungen would not do that. He would rather dispel the restlessness in his heart, quietly watch a butterfly landing, appreciate the ephemeral, fragile and brilliant life, but he would not look sideways at humans.
There will be no mercy.
So he saw you.
From the green butterflies, a human figure is captured, looking through the strangeness and gazing at you intimately.
——Then this Nibelungen is really strange.
——It even comes with its own filter?
You peeked at Ruota's left eye, still unable to understand this behavior of staring at him with contempt and indifference, without any pity or care.
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I don’t know where this gaze came from, but it just refused to let go of its arrogance.
Then, when you found Morax to prune the bush, a gift arrived late, hesitated, and left with great significance.
A bit weird.
Maybe you are not very good at thinking. You know that the other party may be the defeated leader dragon, but you are not sure where to explore this history.
Qingdie finally came to her senses after finding a rock that would never budge. She realized belatedly that her earlier frozen gaze, caused by being spied on, was actually similar to the way her sister looked at other people.
——But the sense of detachment is slightly weaker.
Weakness is an ominous sign. You stand there motionless because you are uneasy about this weakness.
Nibelungen is fine, but if your sister, who put an eye on you, is so weak, then she must have met with an unforeseen event, and had to entrust her orphan to Ahah...
You saw Morax, and he recognized you at first sight. He wasn't frightened by you, but by the sight of the flower-scarfing Ruota, he hesitated for a moment."
"That's weird, take another look.
It's really weird.
Morax is not a conservative person. The blue butterfly is a good match for you. As for the flowers and Ruota, if it were not for the artistic conception of "having a fierce tiger in your heart, but smelling the roses", it would be difficult to decorate them like this without being used to it.
Young Morax hesitated for only a moment before taking Qingdie from Ruota's hairpin. Even the eccentric Guizhong and the worried Xianyun had to slow down.
"Why do you come back like this?"
The tone of casual conversation.
Still looks stable.
In fact, if Ruota hadn't brought you back, he would have been a little worried, but only a little.
If wavering a thousand times is equal to a thousand heartbeats, Morax will not waver. No matter how big the problem is, as long as his life is not in danger, he will always be in Guiliji.
He would use the word "touch" instead. Thus, the earth shook, cracks appeared inside, and the stones refused to change.
The annoying Morax, he is still the only stubborn guy in countless reincarnations.
...So, he is a dangerous guy.
If going through it a thousand times equals a thousand intersections, then the "return" in "come back" means that you have a home to return to with him.
But this won’t work.
You wouldn't make your home here in Morax.
In Teyvat, there's a secret that only the puppets know. It's about how bad a person you are, how you have to give your heart, and how you have to be heartbroken to get someone to accept your rejection.
If you don't see the sincerity of someone, you won't be sure if they are trustworthy. If you don't have heartbreak, it means you haven't verified the sincerity, which still won't work.
So in your case, the shaking of a thousand hearts will be exchanged for a thousand heartbreaks.
And Morax won't have his heart broken for the thousandth time here with you, but you still come to see him in such danger.
—But, poor, loathsome Morax, I have made no home with you.
You are no longer the little kid who likes to make trouble in his eyes, so coming to see him is not just to see him.
You always have to carry a lot of things, carry a lot of things, and then pass by Morax to scare him.
The insects that gnaw on karma, the blue butterfly that gnaws on the world tree, the permission of the world tree spirit, and an eye that is inseparable from the world.
Now, you chuckle to yourself and answer:
"Because butterflies are pests!"
Because you are going to do something bad.
Young Morax leaned in to look at you, carefully examining every inch of the butterfly. He shook his head, "A butterfly with a color like yours that hasn't matured yet would be a pest."
You said nothing, letting him look you over.
After all, at this time, you will also be surprised that Morax has such a face that looks like spring flowers and autumn moon?
Then he is really awesome!
You feel quite emotional.
I thought of something without any malicious intent——
It is surprising that such a face can be completely hidden by the old-fashioned smell of wearing Zulijian.
"Morax, you seem quite good-looking?" You were confused for only a moment before you successfully asked the question.
He's not white-haired, not green-green, not a wind man, and he doesn't have any fancy tattoos...
However, he doesn't seem to be the right person for your XP, but rather the right person for your family?
you do not know.
Morax, with a murderous look on his face, nodded gently. "You're at that age where everything is new to you. Don't be confused. It's just too early for anything else."
He glanced at Rādhāra’s garish left eye.”
"The belated gift from the Nibelungen clang into Morax's hands, but it didn't break into pieces, thanks to you.
The mischievous hairpin Ruo Tuo snapped, and the flower branch on her left eye fell neatly to the ground, crackling and igniting flames.
The colorful and flamboyant flames are baring their fangs and claws, trying every possible means to bypass the hard stone and break (scratch) away the entanglement with you.
The dragon's aura almost snapped and was extinguished by Morax.
Then you flap your wings, it expands and recovers; flap them again, and it dances again.
Interesting, what is this?
——A trailing special effect.
"...To coax a child?" Gui Zhong smiled.
Xianyun's eyes gradually became sharper, "This is just a small trick, humph, I can make better!"
Even though you felt like Ruota was born no matter how you looked at it, you still flew over immediately.
The reason is simple: Ruo Tuo's butt is so strong that it can open the South Heaven Gate! The tail he gave birth to must be very powerful!
But sometimes the fright happens in an instant, and a small green butterfly is almost swallowed whole by the leaping flames and into the World Tree.
...almost.
So you happily jumped in and turned the "almost" into a reality.
From scaring yourself, to scaring Guiliji.
As the saying goes, "A centipede dies but remains stiff," and Nibelungen is a dragon. But you find his unprovoked and surging hatred inexplicable. Even Bujer, who was nearly destroyed by his act of annihilation, doesn't hate you.
However, the raging flames did not take you to the Nibelungen. Instead, they sent you to the World Tree, and the malice in Flame's heart burned away.
It seems that everything you do is just urging you to boldly mess with the World Tree.
But his thoughts are unimportant.
You just feel that you behaved perfectly in front of Morax. It's obvious that you had planned everything in advance, and you were very shrewd and calculating, step by step, and very scheming... Little Butterfly.
You want to laugh at me just thinking about what's going to happen next.
A blue butterfly fluttered its wings around the World Tree. Every flutter of its wings made the tree spirit disappear. Unaware and unaware, it swayed the branches and tried its best to retreat.
——So, are you going to eat it?
No, you are not interested in Teyvat's CPU.
The World Tree determines the upper limit of this world, while the Abyss determines its lower limit. However, the script of fate remains unchanged.
...It's like a destiny already determined in the sky. You remember, you plucked the stars of Teyvat and released the fate of two people.
The fate of mortals is the fate of Zhiyi.
The fate of the owner of the Eye of God, the fate of Walnut.
Later you went to more places, and even though you still couldn't chop down a tree, you still knew that if there was a predetermined "destiny" in the world, there must be someone standing at the [end] and writing this history.
At this time, you said: "Buyer, did I tell you that I planted a tree?"
You didn't expect an answer from her, and she just smiled as she leaned against the World Tree.
"I once planted a tree, a seven-leaf tree, dedicated to the Seven-Leaf Silent Illumination Secret Master. Unfortunately, I already have one puppet, so I can't raise a second one."
"So, even though fate has broken his heart many times, I can't raise a puppet all over again like I raise a bird."
"There's really nothing I can do about it, because I'm a person who gets bored easily."
At this time, when you finished speaking, Buyer leaned against the trunk, integrating into the World Tree, whose roots were becoming more and more like veins and branches were stretching out like wings.
A shell that's too hard will cause wounds to fester and stink, and the same is true for a sky that's too impenetrable. Eradicating the abyss's erosion won't end reincarnation, for you've merely reinforced the shell.
And now, you want to plant a world tree.
The roots will penetrate the land of Teyvat, just like the left eye of Rhoda; the branches will reach into the nutshell sky, just like the heartbroken dolls sinking into the abyss to fight...
Now, the world is also heartbroken in you.
But it doesn't matter, even if it breaks its heart a thousand and one times, you can still keep it."
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