Genshin Impact: Report to the Emperor! Xiao Shen is creating people again

Zhongli discovered that Shen Qianluo had gone out for a walk and brought back a Xiao bird, and...

The relationship between the two inexplicably became extremely good.

Although he didn't feel any special feelings for this, he silently watched the little kid who always loved to pester him and talk nonsense and laugh, and had such a good relationship with another kid that he even paid less attention to him...

Of course, he wouldn't say much about it.

It's just a matter of drinking a few more sips of tea in silence...

"Why don't you say a few more words? Xiao, you should learn from Liuyun. She is passionate, outgoing, and sociable by nature..." Shen Qianluo was still talking to Xiao.

Liu Yun, who was passing by, twisted his neck and said, "This immortal is indifferent by nature, reserved in emotions, and doesn't like to socialize..."

"Yeah, don't mind her words. Liu Yun is just being polite to you."

The boy and the teenager sat side by side on the stone and enjoyed their after-meal dessert. Shen Qianluo seemed to be particularly fond of the shy little bird fairy. He leaned slightly on Xiao and handed him a piece of exquisite candy.

"Liu Yun's cooking machine can actually make candy. It's much more practical than I expected. Try it. It tastes very strange."

As he took the candy hesitantly, he seemed to realize something. He hastily looked away, lowered his head, and spoke in a gentle and shallow tone: "...Well, thank you."

Instead, he held the candy tightly in his palm.

Huh? Is it so easy to be teased?

Shen Qianluo looked at the boy's shy and flushed face, blinked, and gradually revealed a smile of great interest.

The little bird is shy right now. If not now, when?

He reached out his hand towards Xiao more boldly, wanting to feel the boy's soft cheek. His slender waist was faintly visible through the gap in his clothes, outlining a tight and graceful curve.

"Qianluo." Finally, behind the two people who were in a relationship, the voice of Mr. Zhongli, who appeared out of nowhere, was heard, "The moon is now high in the sky, and it is already the hour of Xu. The wind is strong in the mountains at night, and it is time for the immortals to rest. We should go back."

"Eh——" An unwilling expression suddenly appeared on the boy's face.

Why did the master tell him to go home and sleep in such a depressing way (? )? Jue Yun Jian was so much fun, and only a few hours had passed, and he still hadn’t had enough fun.

Seeing the obvious disappointment on Shen Qianluo's face, Zhongli was silent for a moment, then spoke in a calmer and gentler tone: "If you like, I'll bring you to Jueyunjian to reminisce when I'm free some other day, okay?"

"Hmm..." Shen Qianluo turned his head to look at Xiao, then looked at the immortals beside him, with a look of reluctance to leave. The latter obviously also hoped that the child would rest earlier, and they all said that the immortals welcomed the boy's arrival at any time.

"Don't catch a cold." After exchanging a glance with Zhongli, Xiao packed up the clothes that he had just quickly taken from Wangshu Inn for Shen Qianluo. "If you want to meet me in Liyue, just call me by my name."

The slightly loose clothes on the young boy Xiao's body were very warm, and the furry collar rubbed against his cheek, and he could even faintly smell the gentle and delicate fragrance of the other person, like the fresh and gentle plum blossom.

"Yeah." The boy responded obediently, and sat there feeling a little sleepy. His robe hanging at his feet swayed gently in the breeze. Then Zhongli leaned over and held him in his arms.

"If you are tired, just lean on me and rest. I will take you down the mountain."

"Then I'll trouble you, sir." After all, he was just a child. After the excitement, Shen Qianluo was quickly overwhelmed by a tide of sleepiness.

Leaning on Zhongli's steady and warm chest, he subconsciously rubbed the man's neck with satisfaction, quietly listening to the other's steady heartbeat, and after a while, he fell asleep completely in his arms.

The boy's expression when he was sleeping was even softer and more defenseless. Zhongli carefully tucked in his clothes and looked up at the old figure who was slowly walking out of the shadow under the tree, his eyes calm and gentle in the night.

"If he still remembers the past, he will surely ask me about your whereabouts. Ge Chen, it would be nice to meet him."

“Forget it, forget it…” The old voice was filled with too many vicissitudes of life. Ge Chen, who had transformed into Granny Ping, a girl loved by many children in Liyue Harbor, met Zhongli’s gaze. “I had already retired from the mortal world. Now that I have returned to the clouds, I have already made an exception. How can I let him see me so disheartened again?”

"It's enough to see that he is fine in the dark." With his back to the immortals' sighing or sad eyes, Ge Chen, who should have been the youngest immortal in Jueyunjian, bathed in the cold moonlight, smiled and shook his head.

"It's been a long time since I last heard his flute. I'm very happy tonight. It's rare that I feel so relaxed physically and mentally. But now that he's back, I can't help but think about him..."

"It would be great if she could appear in front of me again without any warning like Qian Luo did..."

Wu Yan sighed softly, and Zhong Li remained silent for a moment, his expression becoming even more gloomy: "In fact, I called everyone here today because I have something important to discuss, which is about Qian Luo's current physical condition."

"Qian Luo's body? Is there any hidden illness left?!"

The gazes of the immortals around him were filled with solemnity and worry like raging waves. Zhongli lowered his eyes to stare at the boy's sleeping face, and very gently embraced him in his warm arms.

"You all have noticed that he has taken away some of your faith. It is related to the origin of life, and I think he himself is still unaware of it. The reason why he is so eager for faith is because his soul is not in a complete form now."

The god spoke in a deep voice, and at that moment, his eyes were still filled with worries that could not be concealed: "To put it another way, Qianluo is now only relying on an unstable remnant soul to maintain himself. He may... dissipate at any time."