Genshin Impact Simulation: Starting with Melsin's Friend

Chapter 245 Flower & #%￥ & Eve

Leaving Jingshan Palace, I followed the spiral staircase of the sacred tree down the steps, and soon the Grand Bazaar came into view.

The long street stretches to the far end, with candy baskets adorning the shops and flowers blooming like a colorful ode.

Mu Feng held Naxi Da's hand as they walked through the crowd, strolling aimlessly along the street.

Perhaps because the festival is approaching, the Grand Bazaar is much more lively than usual, with vendors hawking their wares, haggling over prices, and children playing, filling the market to capacity.

The little deity seemed very happy, holding Mu Feng's hand and wandering forward. Sometimes, when they came across a stall that interested them, they would stop, blink their eyes, and act cute.

For example, right now, among the wide variety of stalls, Hu Shang's toy stall's new products "happened" to catch her eye.

"Amu, what do you think of this new toy?"

Nasita carefully held a beautifully packaged set of toys to her chest, her eyes darting around.

She reached out and tugged at Mu Feng's sleeve, asking softly.

Although it was a question, the girl's little secret was obvious: she wanted to add some new items to her toy box.

No one would doubt that they weren't a couple, but it was precisely this fact that made Mu Feng's unease, which had been gradually fading, even more profound once again.

This Sumeru City is so abnormal, it's like the abnormal mother opening the door to the abnormal, it's abnormal to the extreme.

The road from Jingshan Palace to the Grand Bazaar was teeming with people, and there were definitely many passersby who brushed past them.

Some enthusiastic residents even went up to greet Nasita and chatted casually with the deity.

This should have been a fairly normal scene, but almost all the passersby completely ignored him, the guy who appeared next to the god and acted too intimately with him.

Where is Seno? Where is Elhesen? Where is the Disciplinarian? Where are those old fogies in the Clericate? He's blaspheming!

As Master Lu, a sage who cultivates people, once said, when normality reaches its extreme, it becomes a kind of evil, a deviation from the norm.

Moreover, he discovered an even more serious problem: he couldn't remember those people's faces anymore.

Apart from Nasita, the faces of all the stall owners who stopped by and the passersby who met their eyes, whether or not they paid special attention to their appearance, were slowly becoming blurred.

It was as if there was an invisible eraser, slowly wiping their memories from his mind.

This is not just abnormal, it's downright eerie.

[Host, please be aware that something is wrong with this consciousness space. Please ensure your safety.]

The system's reminder arrived late, and Mu Feng remained outwardly calm, but alarm bells were already ringing in his mind.

This is bad... It seems that the vague danger he sensed "this morning" was not unfounded.

However, at this moment, the familiar pain in his waist abruptly pulled Mu Feng out of his thoughts.

"Amu! What are you doing! Are you even listening?!"

Nasita pouted angrily, put one hand on her hip, and glared at her beautiful four-leaf eyes, looking like she was about to confront him.

She waved her hand in front of Amu's eyes three times, but there was no reaction at all. What's wrong with Amu today?

"Ah... well, Nasita, actually I was listening. If you ask me, I think that number forty-two peaches should be mixed with a log knife, because the crystal butterflies might affect the taste of this Void Terminal, commonly known as the Spiral Abyss..."

"In short, Lord Grass God has such perfect taste. Look at this toy, it's a real toy."

"That's right, Mr. Hushang, Mr. Hushang, the bill!"

Mu Feng gasped, but his reaction was quick. He grabbed Mora and rushed off to pay the bill.

Since he transmigrated to the Teyvat continent, what kind of big scenes (or battles) hasn't he seen? If he capsizes here, will he still be able to tread on thin ice?

He's just a wallet now, a heartless wallet, nothing more than a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

The elderly stall owner, with his white hair, reached out his calloused hand to take the Mora, and without even touching it, smiled and put it into his pocket.

As if suddenly remembering something, he slowly turned around and tore a page from the old calendar.

"Hehe, tomorrow is the 100% ￥& (likely referring to a typo or similar item), this year's celebration will be very lively, have fun..."

Mu Feng picked up the toy that Nasida had chosen, and looked up at Hu Shang, who had a kind smile on his face, with a puzzled expression.

Mr. Hu Shang was probably referring to... the Flower Goddess Festival?

I think I was lost in thought just now. Nasita mentioned this morning that today is the eve of the Flower Goddess's birthday festival.

Shaking his head, Mu Feng picked up the toy Nasita had chosen and pushed through the crowd to return to his original direction.

Nasita was still in the same spot. When she saw him return with gifts, the little god's anger subsided a little.

However, she still seemed a little upset, so Mu Feng had no choice but to take her hand and walk in front of her.

However, as Mu Feng walked forward on his own, the little god's gentle expression vanished instantly.

A barely perceptible red glint flashed across her eyes, and her expression slowly lost its luster, vanishing in an instant.

Mu Feng turned around as if sensing something, only to be met with the same gentle and lovely smile as always.

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The next stop is the Zubair Theater in the Grand Bazaar, where the Dance of the Flower Goddess is an indispensable part of the Flower Goddess's birthday celebration. Offering a dance to the goddess is an honor that all dancers dream of.

At this moment, Sheikh Zubair, the theater's manager, is explaining the detailed performance schedule for the next day to Nasida.

Mu Feng sat to one side, his brows furrowed, pondering the strange sights he had encountered along the way.

Just now, the sense of crisis that "Morning" sensed reappeared, but this time it disappeared just as quickly.

However, he currently has no clue as to where this subtle danger comes from.

Setting aside those scattered anomalies, the information available about this consciousness space is now extremely scarce.

According to the Great Tree King, Nasita's consciousness is trapped in a consciousness space, and the only way to safely bring her out is to let her walk out of this cage she herself has set up.

To do this, one must first understand "the world created by her consciousness".

Mu Feng glanced at Nasida, who was discussing details with Zuber, and quickly thought of a solution.

"Mr. Zubair, Mr. Zubair, I'm back! Oh, and Lord Little Lucky Grass King too!"

Just then, a red-haired girl in a dance costume walked into the theater with light steps, looking somewhat surprised and delighted.

The Little Auspicious Grass King is here too, perfect! I can rehearse the Flower Goddess Dance in front of the Little Grass God later.

The girl looked around, her gaze finally settling on Mu Feng. She tilted her head, her large, light blue eyes blinking, and a look of confusion slowly appeared on her fair face.

"Um, and this gentleman... if I may ask, have we... met before?"

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