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

"The feeling of being held by the young master... must be very comfortable, right?"

Young Shen Qianluo never imagined that when he immersed himself in consciousness, the first sentence of the memory fragment about dragon horns that the young Shen Qianluo threw to him would be so explosive.

The fingertips that were about to be withdrawn were lingered on by someone, and the next moment they were about to touch, they were suddenly burned back by the power of the blazing spiritual fire.

He saw the young god from many, many years ago raise his eyes and cast his gaze upon the face of the demon god opposite him.

"Uh." The demon god, whose clothes were not so unkempt, had an obsessed smile slightly stiff on his face. His eyes followed closely and met the boy's noble golden eyes hidden under his silver hair in mid-air. Even his breathing could not help but stagnate.

He probably couldn't help but think that the person in front of him was so beautiful that even the gods were shocked.

On the other side, the righteous young man raised his lips slightly, leaned lightly on the only clean leather sofa in the room, tilted his head lazily but politely, and smiled gently: "How I attract the opposite sex should not need to prove to you?"

"…Of course. Look at me, that's too offensive." The moment he came back to his senses, the devil with strange clothing felt the silent oppression of facing the gods, and cold sweat suddenly fell from his face. He apologized hurriedly, and the voice in the deepest part of his throat was sticky and unclear, but it revealed a hint of surprise.

"So you didn't know that it's not just the opposite sex...?"

"?" Even the boy's slightly startled and curious expression was so eye-catching. Of course, he definitely did not have the courage to blaspheme God with such obscene words, so he could only cough and change the subject.

"It is amazing that the young master came to this chaotic place without even bringing a servant with him."

"Servant?" The young man propped up his head and looked at him, his silver hair transparent under the cold light. "So this huge black market has a rule that requires you to bring a servant."

The demon god couldn't help but smile in response, and continued to pull with a humble attitude: "I'm just worried about the safety of the young master. But with your strength, even if something earth-shattering happens in this space crack, you can still protect the people, right?..."

"Hush." ​​The young man blinked, stood up leisurely and looked back, then interrupted him with a faint smile, "Then just follow my wish for now. Some things are better not to happen."

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The seemingly impulsive incognito visit by Lord Shen Qianluo, the next quasi-Tenri and the eldest son of Tenri, has probably startled many dormant undercurrents. The young man walking on the chaotic street seems to be in a good mood, looking around.

The black market is located in the cracks of interstellar space. The strange scenery that runs through the sky exudes a bizarreness that has never been seen in the ordinary world. Unfortunately, the light outside is not only dim, but the crowds of people shouting and walking around make it even more smoky and polluted.

"I say, my young master~" Walking next to the young man in white clothes and playing the bamboo flute was a tall and thin man, who was sitting nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets and blowing bubble gum from time to time.

Both of them put on their black cloaks perfunctorily. The man glanced around, his long brown hair half-covering the small phoenix wings on his back, looking like a ruffian. "What fun things can there be in the black market? Why not go find some weak demons to chew on and improve your strength at the same time?"

"Pure fighting and killing is too meaningless. You should be more content. The interesting stage will soon begin."

"Yes, yes. As one of your powerful demon followers, how dare I go against the young master's wishes~" The red-eyed Phoenix Demon God showed his half-moon eyes, "But you sneaked out this time, hiding it from the young master Qian Qiao, right? Do you know what he said?"

Shen Qianluo's leisurely and contented smile finally showed a tiny crack: "Were you discovered so soon? Ah Qiao must be angry... Well, let me guess what he said, there is no place for me in this family? Or am I not allowed to be hugged by my brother tonight?"

The tall demon god looked at the boy who was pretending to be calm, and his eyes finally revealed a smirk of gloating. He cleared his throat and imitated the angry tone of the teenager.

"He said, 'Since my brother has acted on his own again, let me learn from his good qualities. You don't have to wait for me to come home tonight, and don't come looking for me.'"

Shen Qianluo's expression was petrified after all, from his silly hair to his facial expressions: "——Running away from home!?"

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Therefore, the secret plan to wipe out the black market was eventually cut out by the young master, who had to play it at twice the speed.

In fact, Shen Qianluo knew that Shen Qianqiao was just anxious and angry that he went so deep into the dirty place alone.

If a child runs away from home casually, it is definitely not just because he is throwing a tantrum. Shen Qianqiao, who noticed something unusual, decided to intervene decisively and secretly help his brother with his own skills and methods.

Shen Qianluo, who was also worried about his younger brother running to the black market alone, also sped up his progress, causing chaos in the crack of space, with everyone howling.

He was abducted into a crazy bar by someone who was following him secretly, pushed onto the podium by a swarm of fanatical supporters, and angrily scolded by upright revolutionaries as a running dog of justice, launching a challenge to the Son of Justice as a representative of justice.

The young man just smiled calmly and warmly, and cast an elegant gaze from afar, gazing at one after another of the stern revolutionaries who were clearly of the same ilk as himself, but were used as sharp blades in the hands of the vicious black market masterminds to slash at their own kind.

He was also one of those who defied the laws of nature. But in the hustle and bustle of the city, no one knew it.

Without jumping onto the stage, the young man just calmly replied: "You are just a mere mortal, no match for me. Don't question the will of the gods, and don't make any more unnecessary sacrifices."

In the audience, there were gods' roaring laughter at humans, and their own angry and heart-wrenching shouts.

He naturally represents the principles of heaven.

He was born as the son of heaven.

Everything he had achieved so far, in the final analysis, was nothing more than a young man born a god.

And how could the gods who are high above us truly understand humans?

A god who is born with great power, is arrogant and inhumane. He will never sacrifice himself for humanity and justice as in fairy tales.

In everyone's eyes... that's almost the case.

Staring intently at the hot blood dripping through his fingers, the young man turned around, leaving only a silhouette of him in white for everyone to see, with a smile on his lips.

But he refused.

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When Shen Qianluo once again stood in front of the black market boss, the demon god whose clothes were so unbearable to look at, he still maintained a condescending and warm attitude. The bamboo flute he played was like the only firefly in the dim world, spotless, cold and aloof.

Those golden pupils were still mesmerizingly clear and noble, the young man looked down peacefully, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but it only brought endless coldness and oppression to the person at his feet.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Unexpectedly, what some people said came true. Something earth-shattering has really happened in this huge black market—"

The young man knelt down gently as if to offer alms out of pity, and leaned close to the other's trembling ear. The smile on his pretty face was tinged with bright excitement and kindness. His sharp golden pupils were slightly lowered in the shadow of his silver hair, and his voice was cold.

"I guess if the current black market controller accidentally died and someone else took over, it would be considered a big deal, right?"

He has been able to hold the position of the eldest son of heaven, and no god has been able to shake him for many years. His unparalleled strength, his harmless appearance, and his terrifying ability to control the overall situation are all the most frightening things about this young man.

Even the little intrigues in the black market are nothing but child's play in front of Shen Qianluo.

Of course, nowadays, this filthy place has become one of the private territories of the young man who defies the laws of nature.

"It's the same old drama again. It would be more interesting if Aqiao ran away from home." Sighing a little bored, the young man signaled his subordinates to hand over their work and do the final finishing touches, while he casually strolled around the dilapidated corridors where people were in a panic.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the tightly closed door.

The house number is Longlong.

Shen Qianluo blinked. The subordinates following him were familiar with his eccentric personality and immediately asked him if he needed to come in and take a look.

"Just think of it as a way to relax."

Shen Qianluo was moved for a second and thought that this statement made a lot of sense. He chose to knock on the door politely: "Yes, it's a dark night with strong winds, and such a shocking event happened. But they didn't even want to go out to take a look. They are indeed a suspicious family."

There seemed to be constant movement in the room, sometimes even more excited, but no one opened the door.

The boy's expression then became interested.

Sure enough, it’s very suspicious!

He has always been very curious about the Dragon Clan. Now that this is a rare opportunity, how can he -

Therefore, the boy who decisively pushed the door open and happily shouted "Check the water meter" did not notice that his subordinate listened carefully to the strange movement and vaguely realized something. He was terrified and tried to stop it in an instant: "Wait a minute! Young master! That's a dragon--"

And as great as the god Qianluo was, he was eventually completely petrified in the unclean air, along with his ahoge and golden pupils widened in fear.