A miscalculation! A miscalculation!
However, within seven days, I can no longer use the River God's Domain on Ganyu. I can only try again after seven days!
Feng Yi, you can take this silver bell back! I already have this bronze bell, which is enough!
Ganyu smiled sweetly. She only had one neck, and wearing two bells was redundant. She decided to return the silver bell to Feng Yi.
"Take it! Consider it a gift from me! Don't underestimate it, it possesses magical functions. Next time you're tired from work, ring it, and it can help dispel your fatigue!"
Feng Yi shook his head and smiled. There was no reason to take back something that had been given away.
He had already scanned the introductory information of the three bells through the River God's Eye.
Bronze Bell: [A propitious item, containing the blessings of the divine beast Qilin, bringing good luck to the wearer!]
Silver Bell: [A creation of the great River God, possessing magical functions. It not only brings good luck to the wearer but its chime can also alleviate mental fatigue for the target.
Note: Can actively defend against one mental attack for the wearer (usable once daily)]
Gold Bell: [A creation of the great River God, possessing magical functions. Not only does its chime bring good luck to the wearer, but it can also heal the soul of the chosen target, purifying their chaotic mental state (usable once daily).
The Gold Bell can actively defend against mental attacks for the wearer (usable three times daily).
Gold Trait: Provides the wearer with a random elemental immunity daily. Today's immunity element: Electro!]
This Gold Bell could heal soul damage. Feng Yi planned to take it back and save Hu Tao from the torment of bitter medicine.
As for the Silver Bell, it was Ganyu's reward for her honest answer, and Feng Yi could not take it back.
Besides, with the Silver Bell helping Ganyu resist mental sneak attacks, Feng Yi could also feel more at ease.
"Then I'll accept it!"
Ganyu held the Silver Bell tightly in her hand. Since it was a gift from Feng Yi, she would cherish it!
As for the magical effects Feng Yi mentioned, Ganyu didn't care. She liked any gift from Feng Yi.
"It's getting so late, it's best to get some rest! I'll come to find you again tomorrow if I have time."
Feng Yi looked at the dark night outside the window and reluctantly bid farewell to Ganyu. He should be heading back too.
Feng Yi took a small sip from Ganyu's lips and then left, gradually disappearing from Ganyu's sight.
Ganyu found a red string and tied the Silver Bell to her waist, so she could feel Feng Yi's presence with her.
With this thought, Ganyu blissfully drifted off to sleep.
In contrast to Ganyu's peaceful slumber, another half-adeptus, Yanfei, was currently hiding under her covers, blushing furiously as she looked at the picture book.
"The person who drew these pictures is too shameless!"
Yanfei covered her face while peeking at it.
The feeling of shame, the inability to look directly, yet being driven by curiosity to keep peeking, was exactly like a teenage boy or girl looking at an unhealthy book for the first time.
"How did that Feng Yi fellow manage to look at these things without batting an eye? Hmph, how many unhealthy forbidden books has that guy read? His thoughts must be far from clean!"
Yanfei spat, thinking of Feng Yi who had left her behind and slipped away. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Gradually, Yanfei's sense of propriety began to dissipate. Her hands stopped covering her face, and her eyes could now look directly at the lifelike figures in the picture book.
Under Yanfei's gaze, she miraculously discovered that the two little figures actually moved on their own.
Under the influence of her subconscious fantasy, the female figure transformed into herself, and the other male figure surprisingly became Feng Yi, the person whose image was most deeply etched in her mind!
Yanfei's gaze grew hazy, her mind felt a little disoriented, and she felt a nameless fire burning within her, making her feel uncomfortably hot.
*Rustle!*
A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from the window, and Yanfei's overheated mind instantly cooled down.
However, upon remembering what she had just fantasized about, Yanfei's cheeks turned even redder than before. It felt as if pinching them would draw blood!
She had actually gotten lost in her fantasy, which was too much for her sense of shame to accept.
How would she face Feng Yi after this?
Yanfei patted her face, trying to calm herself down, but the more she suppressed her inner feelings, the more she couldn't help but fantasize.
A short while later, Yanfei picked up the picture book that she had discarded earlier.
Meanwhile, Feng Yi had returned to the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
Upon entering, Feng Yi noticed that the study light was still on. Who would be reading at this hour?
Feng Yi changed his course of action, planning to sneak a peek into the study.
Approaching the window, Feng Yi moistened his finger with saliva and poked a hole in the window paper, quietly bringing his eye closer.
"Mr. Feng Yi, if you have something to say, please come in!"
Just as Feng Yi recognized that the person in the study was Zhongli, Zhongli's voice came from inside.
His peeking discovered, Feng Yi sheepishly withdrew his action and pushed the door open to enter.
Since Zhongli had already discovered him, he could only brace himself and try to bluff his way through.
Feng Yi's mind was racing. The moment he pushed the door open, he had already devised his excuse.
"Mr. Zhongli, so you're here! You had me searching everywhere!"
Upon entering, Feng Yi took the initiative, not mentioning anything about being caught peeking just now.
"Mr. Feng Yi, is there something you need from me?"
Zhongli stopped writing and looked up at Feng Yi.
Speaking of which, during breakfast this morning, it was precisely because Feng Yi was absent that he had incurred a small debt.
Zhongli had informed the teahouse owner that if Feng Yi came by, he should give the bill to Feng Yi, and he would settle it all later.
Could it be…
Feng Yi coming so late was just for those few Mora?
It couldn't be!
But besides this, Zhongli couldn't think of any other reason for Feng Yi to seek him out.
"Regarding this morning, I missed having breakfast tea with you, Mr. Zhongli..."
Feng Yi, not knowing how to start the conversation, spoke casually.
"Mr. Feng Yi, please rest assured, I, Zhongli, am a man of integrity and will not renege on my debts. Please give me a few days, and I will certainly repay the Mora I owe!"
Zhongli's heart tightened. It was indeed about this matter, and Feng Yi had come to collect his debt!
But this afternoon, while listening to the storyteller, he had accidentally used the Mora he had prepared for repayment as a tip!
Now, he had no extra Mora on him.
With Zhongli's interruption, the remaining half of Feng Yi's sentence was stuck in his throat, making him uncomfortable. What he had wanted to say was that he regretted missing breakfast tea with Mr. Zhongli this morning, and he had some good items he wanted to share with Mr. Zhongli...
Why did Zhongli bring up Mora? Did he, Feng Yi, lack a few hundred Mora?