Chapter 251: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Won't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 248: Spilled Water Cannot Be Recovered

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Dahlia knelt on the carpet, knees together, slowly shifting into a squatting position.

Her hands reached out, resting on Black Swan's shoulders, preventing her from rising.

"Your Majesty~~ This goose has no feathers~~"

Xuan Ge's gaze in the darkness, a heavy "Hmm...." escaping his nose.

Xuan Ge's chest heaved, his whole body not even daring to breathe heavily.

It wasn't that Po Hu's Black Swan body had some strange odor — on the contrary, the air was filled with a fresh, sweet, and bewitching scent.

The key was that Po Hu had already begun producing Heaven and Earth Spirit Liquid.

This "hmm" from Xuan Ge made Black Swan's entire body tremble.

She immediately grabbed Dahlia's wrist, forcefully resisting, this sudden nasal sound.

"Black Swan must endure~~" Dahlia gave a charming smile.

She looked at Dahlia but, because of the position, dared not move recklessly, only able to forcibly hold it in, her body unable to stop trembling lightly.

She leaned close to Black Swan's ear, her breath fragrant: "Last time I splashed water on His Majesty's face, I was ruthlessly punished~~"

"Dahlia... ah~~ You bastard~!"

Black Swan's pupils had already turned into swirls, her pupils scattered, unable to focus.

She was about to faint; even her cursing voice was soft like a spoiled tone.

The white headlight's halo shook, making Black Swan dizzy.

"Let's go let's go~~ Time to leave~~~"

Dahlia supported Black Swan, her palm beginning to exert force, gripping.

Although Xuan Ge's vision was pitch black, rich experience had already let him predict the coming scene.

In a little while, the ceiling would most likely suffer.

This room was Dahlia's guest room, prepared by Sunday; he didn't want attendants gossiping behind his back afterward.

"Dahlia..."

Xuan Ge reached out wanting to support Black Swan's thighs, wanting Black Swan to rise first, only uttering one or two words.

Black Swan right at this moment of this big word.

Came down! Blocking all the words behind.

"Your Majesty~~~"

One after another, rising and falling in succession.

Sunday stood before Ge Feimu, watching the teacher about to martyr himself for Uncle's crazy plan, the unbearable feeling in his eyes almost overflowing: "Teacher...."

Ge Feimu turned around, looking at the struggle unique to youth on Sunday's face, revealing a smile.

He walked forward and patted Sunday's shoulder, his palm carrying the unique temperature of an elder: "Child, I have done many wrong things, and realized many things are irretrievable."

"Is it Firefly...." Sunday stared at the teacher's smile, his chest stuffy and aching.

But constrained by the plan, he could not be weak.

"It is and it isn't. None of this matters anymore."

Ge Feimu withdrew his hand, clasping them behind his back again, as if teaching a most ordinary class:

"All my plans you know. But death cannot bring awakening to those insects coming to Pinocchio."

He paused, his gaze moving from Sunday's face, landing on a point in the Void only he could see:

"I will utilize Firefly, utilize the Stellaron's power to create a Locust Plague. When that time comes——"

He turned back to look at Sunday.

"When that time comes, the Order rank upheld by Fear will become your sharpest axe blade."

Ge Feimu saw Sunday's eyes still pressing down concerns.

He also understood — after all it's a Locust Plague, even if occurring in a dream, these insects can gnaw Memory Matter.

He pushed up his glasses, a trace of appeasing smile floating at the corner of his mouth, proactively bypassing the topic:

"No need to worry about Robin's side. Consort Li promised me she would temporarily not let her know my affairs."

"Dahlia?"

Hearing this name, Sunday's complexion not only didn't relax, but grew even more grave.

He frowned, weighing his words: "Teacher, having Consort Li help, is it somewhat inappropriate?"

He wanted to ask more, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed half back.

This woman Dahlia, he couldn't evaluate, and fundamentally had no way to evaluate.

She is a woman who could make his invincible Huan Yu Uncle lose his head over lust, very terrifying.

And she does things never by logic, entirely by whim.

Ge Feimu shook his head slightly, laughter carrying a hint of deep meaning: "Don't look at Consort Li like that, she is more shrewd than anyone. She knows very clearly what she wants. The side you see is only her face toward His Majesty."

"Teacher," Sunday fell silent for an instant, still throwing out the doubt pressed in his heart, "But Consort Li brought a Nihility Emanator over."

He thought this was also within the teacher's plan.

Ge Feimu: "......"

The curve of Ge Feimu's mouth froze for a fraction of a second.

"..... Consort Li doing this, she naturally has her deep meaning." He still proceeded to answer, his tone as composed as ever.

But his mind had already begun to rapidly calculate——find an opportunity, he must go talk to that Void Envoy, the sooner the better.

Seeing Sunday still wanted to pursue the question, he raised his hand and cleanly cut off the conversation: "Alright, Sunday. Go prepare."

"Yes, Teacher." Sunday collected all his superfluous emotions, and bowed to Ge Feimu.

After watching Teacher's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, he only then slowly turned around, his gaze passing through the window, falling toward the hotel's direction.

Muttering out a few words: "Mother... wait for me to save you out."

Inside Grand Dahlia's hotel room.

"Your Majesty~~ hit hit more~~"

Grand Dahlia twisted her delicate body once.

She lay on her side on Xuan Ge's thighs, face upturned toward him acting spoiled.

Xuan Ge helplessly lowered his eyes to look at the insatiable woman on his legs, poked her forehead with a finger to remind: "Grand Dahlia, put your clothes on."

"No no~~"

Grand Dahlia twisted again, this time twisting even more deliberately, the curve of her waist and hips swaying under the dim lamplight making one's heart float with restlessness.

"Hmph~" A cold snort came from the side.

Black Swan wore only Xuan Ge's Thunder Purple Eggplant T-shirt, the oversized collar revealing half her fair shoulder.

She was nestled in Xuan Ge's arms, eyes lowered, staring down condescendingly at Grand Dahlia's affected appearance.

Hearing this cold snort, Grand Dahlia's smile deepened, her ending tone rising slightly: "Hehe~~ jealous?"

Black Swan didn't speak, but her gaze toward Xuan Ge was written full of dissatisfaction.

Not directed at him, but at Grand Dahlia's attitude of hogging the food alone.

Grand Dahlia lazily rose, extended her jade foot, toes nimbly pinching the formal dress scattered on the carpet, flicking it upward.

The skirt flipped a somersault in midair, landing on her knee.

Grand Dahlia tilted her head looking at Black Swan, voice carrying a smile but words not very pleasant to hear: "Neither you nor I are any good people, yet you still pretend to be reserved. Can't eat seven-eight, and blame me for it?"

Black Swan still didn't rebut, but in her heart she had already marked a tally against Grand Dahlia.

Later in private, they must properly "realize" once.

Black Swan raised her hand, fingertips lightly caressing Xuan Ge's chest.

At this moment Xuan Ge's upper body was full of her scent.

Perfume, light sweat, and something else.

Thinking of that undignified embarrassing appearance just now, Black Swan's ear roots began to heat up again, her voice unconsciously pressed small: "Your Majesty, go wash up~~"

"Mm." Xuan Ge's palm patted her waist, the warm touch fleeting, then he stood up, barefoot walking toward the bathroom.

The bathroom door gently closed behind him.