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

Retreat the tide, erect the Sky Balance, and calm the tidal flow.

The miraculous remains of Rock King Morax from thousands of years ago still stand to the west of Liyue Harbor. After a long period of natural loss, the exposed rock surface will always suffer more or less erosion.

But sitting on the top of Tianheng Mountain and overlooking the prosperous lights of Liyue, you will still find peace in your heart.

This is not only the mountain that Shen Qianluo and Morax built with a single wave of his hand when they came to Liyue, but also the place where they fought side by side for the first time to fight against the sea beast Baqiu.

After that, the two of them often climbed up the Tianheng Mountain (where the weak Demon God Qianluo was carried up by the Emperor) to overlook the magnificent scenery of the world. Now, the scene of the young man sitting alone on the top of the mountain, feeling the wind in his loneliness is indeed rare.

The familiar footsteps behind him approached the top of the mountain step by step. Shen Qianluo was still sitting there, without looking back. His voice and expression were indifferent and tired: "I thought you wouldn't even come here."

The other party seemed to pause for a moment because of his words, but did not stop and walked to the side of the young man.

Shen Qianluo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. He was a dragon who didn't know whether his stone head had figured it out or not.

The boy didn't smile today. He just sat there quietly. The occasional gleam in his eyes was almost silent, which was very different from his usual warm and lively smile.

Perhaps this is the real him without disguise. Since he was born, the boy has had to shoulder the expectations and pride of all living beings and all gods, and has walked forward in a high-profile and dazzling manner until now, protecting all people and gods who believe in him.

But he was just tired.

Worse still, the young man, whose soul was already being worn out day by day, might be too conceited or too concerned about his fellow leader, and took the initiative to help him bear the wear and tear.

He always protects everyone while talking and laughing, but no one cares about his strength.

But no living being is truly born powerful.

Even if you are the son of heaven, you have to grow up from a fragile childhood, little by little, step by step, into a young man relied on by everyone, standing alone on the most dazzling mountain top with the most elegant and calm posture that cannot allow for mistakes.

However, Zhongli was slightly surprised to find that the apparent winner Tartaglia was not staying with the boy.

Did the other party bully the boy, or did he make Shen Qianluo unhappy?

or…

"It's not difficult for me to find you. What's more, you didn't deliberately hide your whereabouts. Qianluo, can I assume that you are waiting for me?"

Shen Qianluo chuckled, his bright silver hair blown by the night wind: "Since when did Longlong become so narcissistic?"

You can tell that he seems angry.

Zhongli thought for a moment and said, "I'm sorry, I should have noticed your thoughts earlier."

"Lord Emperor seems to be apologizing to me all the time." Shen Qianluo was unmoved, propping up his chin and snorting, "What would I think? You are the great Lord Emperor, it's not appropriate for you to always apologize to a weak demon like me."

"…It's my fault, Qianluo, don't be angry anymore."

"I'm not angry." Shen Qianluo denied without a second thought. He stood up and pointed the wooden flute with a bright glow at the god. "It's just that I'm not in a good mood. Do you dare to fight with me, Lord Emperor?"

"..." Zhongli paused for a second in surprise, sighed helplessly, and summoned the black tassel spear that Shen Qianluo had given him, "Come on."

Looking at the weapon that he had happily given to Longlong when he was young and ignorant, the boy's expression obviously became even more unhappy. The next moment, he swooped down, forcing Zhongli to block it immediately, and even shocked the god who couldn't bear to use force on him and made him take a step back.

…You can see that he’s still very angry, the kind that’s not easy to appease.

Zhongli had no objection to this. After all, the person who made the little boy angry seemed to be Longlong himself. It was only natural for the other party to take his anger out on him.

Of course, the current situation does not allow him to be distracted at all.

Zhongli used to have only a vague idea of ​​Shen Qianluo's strength, but after actually fighting with the young man, he couldn't help but realize from the bottom of his heart that Shen Qianluo was truly powerful.

Each move was extremely calm, his posture was elegant and proud, and the sound of the flute, sometimes high and sometimes ethereal, raged in the cold wind on the mountain top and deep in the mountain. The clear and subtle fragrance of the boy's body approached and separated, and his silver hair like bright silk fluttered like a blazing meteor.

Even someone as powerful as the Rock King, who just blocks and refuses to fight back, must concentrate.

So although this battle seemed to be fought with great fanfare, the outcome was actually predictable - Zhongli was knocked to the ground by Shen Qianluo, who thrust him forcefully with unquestionable strength.

Being pushed down by the boy suddenly, Zhongli, who was as strong as a rock, didn't feel any pain when he fell to the ground. What he cared more about now was whether Shen Qianluo had calmed down and turned back into the elegant boy who always loved to stick to him.

The sudden movement of the wooden flute against his throat dispelled Zhongli's thoughts for a moment. Shen Qianluo lowered his head slightly, and his fluttering bangs blocked the boy's current expression.

He didn't seem to intend to let Long Long go. He raised his wrist and lifted Long Long's chin. His eyes were revealed, and his expression was playful and proud: "It's not a good habit to be so kind to the enemy. Are you unwilling to attack me?"

"You know very well that I will never lay hands on you. Do you feel better?" Due to the huge height difference, Zhongli seldom looked up at Shen Qianluo. Now, he felt a little uncomfortable with the young boy Ya, who was being gently cushioned, raising his chin under him.

"Not good, very bad." Shen Qianluo stared at him dimly, his clear voice revealing a deep and indifferent tone, "Ah Li, you should never forget that you are the complete dragon I exchanged for at the cost of my soul."

How could he forget...

The words that blurted out subconsciously were pushed back by the boy. He forced him to raise his chin. The tone of his smile was light, but Zhongli could not sense much smile from it: "So, you must also understand that your sight, your body, your emotions - your entire dragon belongs to me."

The young man leaned down a little as he spoke, leaning against the surprised Zhongli's ear. His eyes were quiet and deep in the darkness. "You have no right to refuse what I want you to accomplish and what I want to achieve."

“Qianluo…” Zhongli subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to hug him, but Shen Qianluo seemed to see through his intention. He suddenly stood up and stood far away from him, looking down at the slightly bewildered god quietly, with a cold smile on his lips.

"You are my toy. So, it is not a violation for a god to play with a toy in his hands."