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

Shen Qianluo disappeared.

This description may not be accurate, as kindness and malice left everyone behind. No one knew where they went, including the two gods Fengyan and Xiao.

Zhongli's eyes darkened slightly, but this ruined realm was still Shen Qianluo's spiritual space. Even if the other party deliberately concealed the traces of the life-and-death fight, he could not use his divine power to tear it apart forcibly to find his boy.

He looked at the vast and dim surroundings, his fingertips lightly running across the uneven bricks and tiles of the tower. He forced himself to remain calm, and strands of divine power extended out from the earth.

When he closed his eyes, he vaguely sensed Shen Qianluo's erratic aura.

After all, he still had something of his in him. The entanglement between them had long been so entangled that it was enough for him to cross numerous obstacles at any time and place and reach the other person as scheduled.

"Hey, old man? Did this one run away from you too?"

However, unexpectedly, Zhongli ran into a Venti at the corner, and Xiao was sleeping peacefully on Venti's back.

He rarely saw the young immortal sleeping so peacefully. Perhaps Shen Qianluo was truly unique to him, and falling asleep in his arms would surely be a sweet dream that he hadn't had for a long time.

In the level of searching for Shen Qianluo, there are currently only two gods left who are still awake.

"He still chose the most cruel way." After confirming that Xiao was fine, Zhongli suppressed his emotions and sighed, "I can sense that he is roughly at the top, but..."

"Well... this is one of the reasons why I brought Xiao down here." Wendy sighed and spread his hands in worry, "Qianluo has set up a barrier on the top floor. I tried it a little bit just now, and he doesn't seem to want us to watch."

Not to mention the incident where he tried to pull the sleeping Xiao's claws and poke it in but failed miserably, it was only Lord Wind God, who loved to slack off, who really tried his best.

"But..." A second after he finished speaking, he blinked and added, "If it were you, old man, maybe you could succeed in one fell swoop?"

"I'll leave Xiao in your care for the time being." Unfortunately, after Zhongli confirmed Shen Qianluo's situation, he didn't say another word and immediately chose to rush in his direction.

Venti, who was forced to carry the bird all the way behind him, made a few "eh eh" sounds, but his expression did not show any dissatisfaction. He raised his hand and lifted Xiao with the wind and gently sent him out of the space. He even mobilized his divine power to immediately catch up with the top floor.

He is indeed a young man, as he could cause two gods to be so worried and concerned at the same time.

Meanwhile, at the top of the tower, the duel between the two gods was coming to an end.

The sky was full of stars, shining brightly, casting a dark shadow over all the creatures in the space. The wind on the top of the tower was stronger and more bleak, and the ground was covered with mud, sand, tiles, and broken glass fragments.

The boy took a breath with great difficulty, swallowed the blood at the corner of his mouth, and tried to support his bloody body with trembling body and hair.

The building structure, like the frame of a cage, enveloped him in half darkness. The howling cold current seemed to infinitely widen space and time. The icy chill was like unstoppable necrosis, slowly and forcibly freezing the weak soul.

Even the hot air he exhaled turned into white mist and dissipated. He probably couldn't sense the temperature anymore.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly as he thought a little self-deprecatingly. The light footsteps of the young man spread out like ripples on the upper floors. In the overly empty space, step by step, the coldness struck his heart.

He glanced at him sideways, as if no matter how embarrassed he was, he could not detect any panic or fear in those focused golden eyes.

The young boy's breath was also extremely unstable. It was clear that he was also at the end of his strength, but he looked down at a trembling ball of fur on the ground, his long silver hair gently swaying in the wind.

With the starry sky as the backdrop, even the wrinkles on the corners of the clothes are dyed by the white light of the stars.

Malice in a black robe stood in front of him, tall and slender, quietly bathing in the pale light. Kindness in a white robe knelt on the ground, with his uncontrollable breathing shrouded by the silent shadow under his messy and trembling hair.

"I won, my opponent."

He heard the young man laugh, which did not reveal much contempt, but had a light and cheerful tone.

"The Godhead is with you." The boy stared at him with his golden eyes, and his tone of questioning was extremely firm. "The complete "Shen Qianluo" left the Godhead to you. I am very curious about what kind of truth... made you change now."

"I haven't changed. Don't use the same tricks on yourself."

"So, you shouldn't fool me."

The boy smiled. In the lonely darkness of the tower, two pairs of bright and bright golden eyes competed for attention. He barely raised his hand towards him. He looked extremely embarrassed, but his tone still contained an unpredictable teasing tone: "Actually, you lost."

The moment the words fell, the young man laughed half in a sneer and half in pride, and his ethereal soul was like a cloud of smoke that completely dissipated, and in an instant it dispersed in the starlight at the top of the tower.

When Zhongli and Venti just reached the top floor, they witnessed this scene with their own eyes.

"Qianluo!" His pupils suddenly shrank at this moment, and Zhongli rushed to the fallen Shen Qianluo almost helplessly, and hugged the boy, whose body was already irreparably cold, deeply in his arms.

The soul became a chaotic mess, almost lifeless.

It was like his heart was being torn apart.

Could it be that the end of their infighting will end up with both sides suffering losses?

How can he stop this young man named Shen Qianluo from destroying himself again and again? He had lost him two thousand years ago, and now he has found him again. Even if he regards him as a treasure, he still cannot stop the young man's life from slipping away.

…It was as if cruel fate had played the worst joke on him.

He had watched the malice dissipate, and the last remaining ray of kindness burned out like a dying flame until the end of his life.

The sadness and anger at this moment almost reached the extreme. Zhongli held the body that could not be warmed at all in the warmest embrace with trembling fingertips.

Even if he had to give up everything, he would keep his boy.

Even if...

“…Ali.”

He heard a slight movement from the boy in his arms. When he raised his eyes with all his strength, he revealed a weak but cunning smile that stunned him.

"It's been two thousand years. This is our first reunion..."

"I... it's his ill intentions."