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

When Mr. Zhongli suddenly appeared in front of him, his expression was solemn. His golden eyes were still gentle as he looked down, silently revealing his elegant character, but the faint sunlight shone through the treetops, casting shadows and blurring the dark light in the man's eyes under his eyelashes.

It makes people feel awe when they look at it.

The two people who were frightened by Zhongli were confused and hurriedly reported the cause and effect of the matter to the seemingly silent but particularly scary Emperor as quickly as possible.

They clearly saw the surprise, dismay, confusion and sadness that flashed across each other's eyes.

Mr. Zhongli seldom shows any expression other than tranquility. People can always notice him quietly watching the prosperity of Liyue in the streets and alleys. His posture seems to have been precipitated by a heavy history and time, just like a landscape painting that exists all the time and brings great peace of mind.

But now the light reflected in those beautiful golden eyes is no longer the bustling and bustling scene of the world full of fireworks. It is like a port that has lost its way in the fog, silent, sad, and swaying with subtle ripples.

"Are you going to go find them? I think Qianluo... still cares about you." Kong Lue looked at him cautiously. His intuition told this experienced traveler that Longlong must not be provoked at all now.

"Hey, guest, don't hesitate any longer. As for Qianluo, I dare not say anything else, but he must care about you very, very much." Hu Tao probably also saw something unknown, and pulled Zhongli aside to give him earnest tactical guidance.

"What are you still hesitating about? This hall master has given us the green light. Go and persuade them to restore the reputation of our Wangsheng Hall."

Perhaps the god was disturbed by the passers-by, and the pure white seagull cried loudly and long. When the bird soared into the sky, the god slowly raised his head.

"I understand. Thank you for your help. I will go find him."

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"..." Tartaglia suddenly came very close, and his left and right retreat routes were blocked by his arms with his tall height advantage. Shen Qianluo had to look up at him and blinked innocently, as if he was not worried about his situation at all.

"Is this normal behavior between lovers? Hmm... it feels a little oppressive."

The orange-haired boy stared at him.

In terms of appearance, Tartaglia has a face that is always energetic and handsome. Because he loves extreme sports and fighting, he always has the vigorous and mature aura of a man who exercises all year round. Although he is tall and slender, his arms and chest contain a strong explosive power.

Most importantly, he loves his family, loves children, and is always sincere to his companions - he is a good duck.

As far as humans are concerned, he must be an excellent companion.

"Do you feel your heart beating?"

Even trying to teach him what love is.

Shen Qianluo continued blinking harmlessly and tilted his head: "…The heart is beating, does that count?"

Tartaglia sighed in distress: "Sure enough, this kind of thing is still too early for you..."

…heartbeat.

But inexplicably, Shen Qianluo recalled the scene in the hot spring that day with Zhongli, which was somewhat unexpected and exciting...

He was well-intentioned, and indeed he almost fled from the troubled place where Zhongli was in a panic, pretending to be indifferent. Even though he clenched his chest tightly, he still couldn't suppress his breathing, and his chest trembled with confusion.

As expected, the answer to what I like is…

I already...

"I've thought about it carefully, Brother Ya, I think..."

"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?"

Warm arms suddenly wrapped around the boy's soft waist, and the next second, heat covered his lips. Shen Qianluo was slightly surprised and stunned for a second, and the cruel truth that was about to be revealed in the next sentence was gently blocked in his mouth.

Tartaglia pressed her fingertips against the boy's lips, blocking the things that they were both gradually realizing from their torn hearts. Looking down at Shen Qianluo's expression of wanting to say something but being stopped from speaking, the sadness in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

After all, he still couldn't reach the softest spot in the boy's heart, because there was already a god entrenched there.

Of course he knew what Shen Qianluo wanted to say.

"Brother Ya, I think... I understand what love is."

Of course he knew, he understood it better than any other bystander, that in fact, from the very beginning, there was no second outcome for this war without gunpowder.

Thousands of words cannot compare to thousands of years of knowing and accompanying each other.

Even though Shen Qianluo understood what love meant, Zhongli still didn't.

So when the boy was still staying obediently in his arms, in this moment that was worth cherishing, he suddenly lowered his eyes, tightly embraced Shen Qianluo's waist, pressed him against the wall, and lifted his chin before the boy even had time to react.

"Duck...?" Along with the surprise that suddenly spread in those clear eyes like autumn water and the resistance of the body, Shen Qianluo's soft, extremely pious and lingering w was about to fall from the corner of his mouth.

When that suppressed and deep breath, almost carrying endless mixed emotions, rushed down to the two of them with a bang, its golden eyes were sharp and its voice was low and pronounced word by word.

"Let him go, sir."