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

Guangtuan happily threw himself into his arms, and Zhongli naturally had no reason to refuse him.

The round egg rolled into Zhongli's hand. The silky texture rubbed against the surface of the eggshell, and it even arched obediently, as if signaling Longlong to raise his hand.

Zhongli looked at him with a little surprise. After he did as he was told, he saw the ball of light float to the bowl and chopsticks, look at him, and touch the bowl and chopsticks again.

He finally understood what the ball of light meant.

It turns out that Shen Qianluo wanted him to eat well...so he asked him to cook?

Zhongli showed a subtle expression of thought.

No matter what was wrong, it was lucky that Shen Qian didn't eat the egg he dropped. We can't expect him to cook for Longlong.

However, seeing him pick up his chopsticks, the egg also started its journey of eating - unfortunately, Zhongli still couldn't see clearly how the ball of light swallowed the food. In short, a black shadow passed by, and the next second, there was one less bite of food on the plate.

It's probably related to the power of space controlled by Shen Qianluo.

Who knows, the real Shen Qianluo is probably floating in the space inside the ball of light with a faint smile on his face, enjoying the delicious food being served to him while watching Long Long's busy work with great interest.

The dragon and the egg finished dinner in good spirits. Outside the window, it was already deep into the night with everything quiet and the moon as cool as water. The veto light balls were flying all over the sky with vigor (if vigor could be seen). After a lot of washing and scrubbing, Zhongli finally grabbed the little guy and stuffed him into the bedroom, bringing an end to a thrilling day.

Of course, it was Zhongli’s own bedroom.

He would never trust Guangtuan to sleep alone.

Shen Qianluo's sleeping posture has always been distasteful. It would be too unsafe if the egg-shaped child rolled off the bed while sleeping and bumped into something, or if he slept too soundly and was messed up by Xieluo Fox who came home early in the morning.

With the damp water element on its body, the ball of light that was washed clean by its own dragon flew into the bed, squeezed the bedding and made a round egg-shaped ball, and soon stopped moving.

When Zhongli walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, the first thing he saw was the scene of Guangtuan sleeping obediently.

The kind of person who is so sensible that he even warms up the bed.

Finally, his eyes were filled with warm waves like the moonlight on the lake. Zhongli moved lightly to his side, and his thin lips were tinged with an imperceptible gentle curve.

Facing Shen Qianluo's departure again and again, he really felt as if he was dreaming.

It was as if the young man in front of him was still the flute god who had always accompanied him in the brutal war, playful and loving to laugh. It also seemed as if the young man had bid farewell to him forever two thousand years ago, and everything in the world was just a big dream that he was willing to sink into.

It seemed as if the boy's death just now was the end of the story, but it also seemed as if the nightmare had finally ended. The moment he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that the boy had always been with him and had never left.

He could no longer distinguish reality from reality and dared not believe the truth.

If Shen Qianluo bluffed him like this again... even a tough old god like him would fall completely into madness and dream.

Fortunately, his youth returned home and had a place to settle down.

As he slowly closed his eyes, Zhongli embraced the ball of light, and seemed to still be able to smell the lingering, clear and soft scent of pine wood coming from Shen Qianluo's body, and hear the boy's gentle heartbeats as he fell asleep.

He really meant it...uncontrollably, and hopelessly fell for his gentleness. Just like tea brewed with spring water, even if the universe and mountains spanned thousands of miles, the beauty of Liyue Harbor still faded with the sunset, and in his dreams, it bloomed for half a hot summer.

The darkness finally quieted down, and the breathing in sleep was intertwined with the faint sound of the wind outside, as if time was passing by every second. Finally, under the haziest moonlight in the middle of the night, an extremely faint, gentle but cheerful laugh was heard from the young man.

Surrounded by clear starlight, in the next second, the moonlight blocked by thin clouds fell to the ground as softly as mercury, highlighting the bright silver and soft hair tips on the boy's forehead.

She was dressed in white and had silver hair, spotless. Her golden eyes looked gentle and frivolous even in the dim moonlight. Shen Qianluo's eyelashes drooped slightly, and when he opened his eyes again, the color of his pupils had turned into ordinary pure black.

Blinking as if to adapt, the young man lowered his eyes and looked carefully at the sleeping Longlong. His gaze carefully examined his eyebrows and eyes, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth could no longer be suppressed and raised to the ground.

The long-lost little Shitou was still as cute as ever, so how could he hate him?

At the moment when his eyes flashed, many interesting ideas flashed through his mind. The boy quietly approached Zhongli, sat on the edge of the bed, turned around and stretched out his hand, his target had unknowingly secretly aimed at the other's unprotected cheek.

He once chased Lord Emperor for a long time, trying to get him to allow him to pinch his face to see if the stone's face was really so hard that it could not be touched at all.

The Emperor naturally would not allow him to act rashly.

Well, now, a great opportunity is right in front of us...~

The boy leaned slightly towards the man, the smile on his lips becoming more joyful, but at the moment when his fingertips touched his cheek, the situation suddenly changed and his wrist was grabbed.

!

Shen Qianluo was startled when he was caught suddenly. His hair froze, and he quickly pulled back, trying to escape if the blow failed. Zhongli behind him also sat up instantly like him, but the strength in his wrist did not decrease, making it even harder for him to break free.

"...Qianluo?"

Maybe it was because he had just woken up, but Zhongli held him tightly, and his voice seemed to be filled with uncertainty and a slight tremor.

Shen Qianluo, who was about to run away, paused for a second, and the other party seized the opportunity to pull him back into his arms: "...Yeah, it's me."

Suddenly, she bumped into the man's warm chest from behind. Shen Qianluo raised his head and looked back at him, still smiling warmly and gently, and teasing him, "This time, I am the complete me. How about it, Longlong should welcome me, right?"

Zhongli just lowered his head and looked at him deeply, and the hand that was holding the boy's wrist tightened little by little with a slight tremor. Even the look in his eyes could not help but show the waves that were difficult to suppress.

"Ali...?"

Perhaps the remaining dragon mark on the boy's body had not yet disappeared, or perhaps he just didn't want to let him leave after all.

He suddenly hugged the boy tightly, in a moment that Shen Qianluo could not have expected, and he hugged him tightly, never wanting to let go: "...Don't leave again."

A full two thousand years passed, but this time, the gods learned to retain.

Even the young man was slightly stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but chuckle: "Why are you suddenly... so corny?"

The existence that belonged to Shen Qianluo had never been more real than at this moment. Zhongli gently closed his eyes. The endless time and thoughts that had been in his body finally found their place of origin. He whispered, "It's just... I miss you a little bit."