Chapter 671: Have a Good Dream

When she got up, her body swayed, and Pam quickly stretched out a little paw and feebly gave her a hand.

Jizi steadied herself, lowered her head to look at Pam, and moved her lips.

"If Xiaosanyue comes back—"

Sleepiness surged again, swallowing the latter half of her words.

She blinked hard again and forced the remaining words out.

"You must call me quickly."

Pam nodded vigorously, and her two long ears swayed up and down.

"Pam knows! Jizi passenger, go to sleep quickly, Pa!"

Jizi nodded, turned, and walked toward the Cabin Carriage.

Her steps were much slower than usual, and her slippers made a soft scraping sound on the floor.

When she reached the carriage doorway, she reached out to steady the doorframe, and her long red hair slipped down from her shoulders, covering half her face.

Then she pushed the door open, and her figure vanished behind it.

The Observation Carriage fell quiet again.

Pam stood still, watching the direction Jizi left, and her two ears slowly drooped.

She clasped her little paws in front, let out a tiny sigh, then turned and walked back to her usual spot, hopped onto the chair, held her two short legs suspended in mid‑air, and kept her eyes fixed on the door Jizi had left through.

Heimu stood still, watching it all, clapped his hands as if he had just finished a trivial task.

"Let Jizi have a good dream."

When she said that, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and her violet‑black eyes held an indescribable glint.

As for the dream's content—

Heimu packaged Honkai 3's plot from the very beginning to the final lesson neatly into a compressed file and shoved it straight into Jizi's dream.

It wasn't scattered fragments, but a complete, coherent timeline as if personally experienced.

From the first day at Saint Freya Academy, through every battle, to the final lesson's Flame—all of it was poured in at once.

Let her fully live through that period in the dream.

Heimu withdrew his finger from behind his ear and gave the Observation Carriage one last glance.

Pam was still seated, her short legs swinging in mid‑air, ears drooping, staring blankly toward the direction Jizi had gone.

Outside, the Star Sea drifted slowly, countless specks of light flickering quietly in the deep‑blue void.

When Jizi wakes up, San Yue Qi should be able to return.

Probably.

Perspective shift.

Qingque crouched in the alley for a while before calming down.

The heat on her face finally subsided, and her heartbeat gradually returned to a normal rate.

She patted her cheek, then again, confirming it wouldn't stay as red as boiled shrimp, and only then rose from beneath the wall base.

A bit of ash clung to the back of her skirt; she gave it two casual pats, didn't clean it fully, and didn't bother further.

"Alright, alright, nobody saw anyway."

She muttered, slipped the Imperial Wall Jade token back into her sleeve, adjusted her collar, and stepped toward the other end of the alley.

The earlier incident can be treated as if it never happened.

Anyway the Demon Shadow Body was solved, the Cloud Cavalry took over, and she, a tiny Diviner, completed her task and withdrew, hiding her merits and fame.

Later she'll find a teahouse to sit in, drink a cup of oolong to calm herself, and in the afternoon still make it to the Imperial Wall Jade's game.

Perfect arrangement.

The more Qingque thought, the more reasonable it seemed, and her steps grew a few strides lighter.

Both sides of the alley were old blue‑brick walls, with a few clumps of unknown weeds sprouting on the tops, swaying in the wind.

Sunlight slanted in from the wall top, stretching her shadow long across the bluestone pavement.

At the alley's end was a corner; turning it led to the main street.

Qingque turned the corner, and her steps suddenly halted.

Four members of the Cloud Cavalry stood at the alley's entrance.

It wasn't the officers who were blasted away by the Demon Shadow Body before, but Cloud Cavalry in formal armor.

Their armor gleamed, standard longswords hung at their waists, posture upright, clearly elite troops.

The four stood side by side in the alley's center, completely blocking the road.

Qingque's mouth twitched.

"It can't be that bad, can it? Just because she caused a scene on the street, they're going to arrest her?"

She was just acting bravely, okay!

Although the commotion was indeed big, a fish smashed half the street's bluestone—can that be blamed on her?

The Demon Shadow Body moved first!

Qingque quickly ran through a self‑defense in her mind, then decided—run.

She turned around, intending to go back the same way.

Then she saw another four Cloud Cavalry.

Equally bright armor, equally blocking the alley tightly.

Four pairs of eyes fell on her in unison, as if looking at an important person.

Altogether eight.

Qingque stood in the middle of the alley, looking left, then right, her brown head turning this way and that, finally resigning herself and staying still.

Her hand pinched the jade tablet inside her sleeve; the warm, smooth feel of the jade came from her fingertips, letting her heartbeat barely stay at a not-so-embarrassing pace.

"Is this for real? Making such a big fuss?"

She let out a mournful cry in her heart, yet on the surface she said nothing.

It wasn't that she didn't want to speak; she simply didn't know what to say.

Or should she say, "You've all worked hard—would you like to go get tea together?"

Or should she say, "I'm just passing by, continue on"? Neither seems quite right.

Then she might as well not say anything.

Qingque placed her hands behind her back, lifted her chin slightly, and her pair of green eyes swept slowly over the faces of the four Cloud Cavalry in front, then over the four behind.

Wind poured in from the alley entrance, causing her Tai Bu Si robe to sway slightly.

A strand of brown hair swayed before her forehead, revealing the calm eyes beneath.

She had not yet opened her mouth to speak.

But the air in the alley had already changed.

The four Cloud Cavalry in front had originally stood ramrod straight, the bronze buckles on their armor gleaming in the sunlight.

But when Qingque's gaze swept across their faces, the Adam's apple of the leftmost non-commissioned officer suddenly bobbed.

It wasn't obvious, but he felt it himself, and hastily tucked his chin inward.

The one standing in the middle, somewhat older with a few white hairs at his temples, tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

The old callus on his knuckle rubbed against the metal sword hilt, producing an extremely faint scraping sound.

He stared at the petite girl before him, when suddenly a bizarre thought popped into his head—he had felt this way before, back when he was on duty at the Shen Ce Fu, catching a distant glimpse of General Jingyuan walking past the corridor.

The general didn't even glance in his direction, yet he inexplicably straightened his back, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Now he felt that sensation again.

But that's not right.

The one standing before him was clearly the infamous slacking-off diviner of the Tai Bu Si, her height reaching only to his chest, with a round face and brown hair, making her look utterly devoid of any 'dignity'.

But there was an indescribable something emanating from that small figure, spreading up his spine.

Heavy.

The veteran soldier swallowed a mouthful of saliva.