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

Shen Qianluo admitted that at this unexpected moment, even a great man like his elder brother couldn't help but fall into the attack of Fengyuan Manye.

…This child is too sensitive, delicate, gentle and virtuous. If A Qiao married Wan Ye, it might not be…

It is not impossible that she would not feel sad that her younger brother was taken away from her.

The boy's face darkened again.

Shen Qianluo would never reconcile with the man who took Shen Qianqiao away.

Of course, the two brothers who have lost contact with each other are not in the same time and space, or in other words, they no longer live in the original world, which is a fact that has long been traceable.

Therefore, the unfounded crime of kidnapping Aqiao and other unfounded crimes from another time and space should never be imposed on the young man of this time and space who respects and admires him.

"Fear?" At this moment when the air was silent, Shen Qianluo hugged Longlong and chuckled, "Such a bold statement, even if it is Wanye, I will only allow you to say it once."

"What I say now is no longer an unfounded intuition. You are indeed afraid of the sea." Fengyuan Manye ignored the god's slightly gloomy gaze and whispered with reason and evidence.

"From the moment you boarded the ship, I noticed the pillow you were holding in your arms. Even if you told everyone that it was a gift from your lover, Mr. Zhongli, whom I have never met, there would still be many incongruities."

Feeling a little headache, Shen Qianluo lowered his eyes and denied it completely: "It's not good to make up stories. I just like Longlong, and he is a parting gift from A-Li. Isn't it reasonable to pamper him and hug him?"

Fengyuan Manye shook her head: "From what I've observed, you're not the type who likes trouble. Carrying a pillow with you all day is probably a hindrance to you."

"Perhaps I don't fully understand your character, but every time the ship shakes violently on the sea, you hug the pillow more tightly. Although you pretend to be very natural and no one can detect anything unusual, the wind tells me that you are indeed afraid."

"..." Shen Qianluo stared at the boy in front of him, and Fengyuan Manye looked back with determination. In the end, the former couldn't help but look away when the boat suddenly shook again.

The fingertips that were forcibly suppressed no longer showed any strength, but against the backdrop of Longlong's soft brown fur, they looked bony and pale.

"That's a good deduction, but unfortunately, I guessed wrong."

Unexpectedly, the other party was as stubborn as ever. The boy Fenghong's eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions: "Does this count as you holding on? Are you pretending?"

Shen Qianluo also stood up. When he stood up, he was the same height as the white-haired boy, and their hair swayed in the increasingly strong night wind: "Why do I need to pretend?"

In the silent and oppressive gaze of the god, Fengyuan Manye was speechless for a moment, but finally he vaguely realized something and took a step closer.

"My intuition will not be wrong. Even if you disguise yourself as a god thousands of times, I will see through you one by one. Don't be stubborn, Qianluo, this is not funny."

Lazily and elegantly turning his eyes to the side, ignoring the piercing gaze, Shen Qianluo spoke softly, "Remember, little friend, no god is afraid of water."

His broad eyes fell into the dark sea where the storm was gradually rising. Dissatisfaction even flashed across the boy's delicate eyebrows. His brisk words were filled with disgust and self-mockery. "Since when did a mere human dare to arbitrarily correct my disguise? You shouldn't think that you have seen through the great God, right?"

“…I understand that to the gods, so-called humans are nothing more than their descendants.” The young man who was firmly confronting the gods lowered his eyes and sighed, “But the gods also have the right and qualification to be afraid.”

"It is only now that I understand that gods will bear the faith of mankind, but such overly passionate emotions would be a burden to any living being."

Perhaps it was because the Southern Cross was gradually entering the thunderstorm area of ​​Inazuma that the wind on the deck became stronger. The cold rain mixed with the thunder falling from the sky and suddenly exploded on the bright and boundless sea level.

The crew members who hurried by kindly reminded the two little ones who had been chirping for a long time to go into the house to avoid the rain. Fengyuan Manye hurriedly responded politely. When he looked back, he seemed to vaguely hear the boy's sneer.

"Perhaps, I should understand A Qiao..."

Unfortunately, the noisy voices and thunder were too confusing. Even the young man with excellent hearing could not hear this extremely complex whisper.

"Qianluo, you just..."

The boat began to shake violently, and his attention was once again involuntarily cast on the boy's hands that were embracing Longlong. The round fingertips were white with a hint of red, the hand shape was slender and perfect, and the figure with fluttering clothes was valiant, revealing an extreme calmness and composure.

It was totally different from the way he had been hiding his fear without showing any emotion just now.

Is it...

Was everything that happened before really a test from God?

At this moment, even someone as confident as he was couldn't help but doubt his own judgment.

"The thunderstorm is getting worse. Children, please go to bed and have a rest."

He saw the young god looking back at him and smiling gently, his pupils, illuminated by the light of the thunderstorm, were like a bottomless abyss: "It's just Wanye, even you, don't speculate on any of my thoughts."

"You don't want to understand everything. This is my final advice to you as a god."

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So the god returned to his room alone and leaned quietly against the cold door. The unlit room was pitch dark.

When a thunderstorm suddenly struck outside the window and the ship was shaking violently in the huge waves, he couldn't help burying his face in Longlong's arms.

The arms around Longlong tightened little by little, as if this was the only way to feel a little warmth from his lover. Under the hair that was covered, the boy had an extremely depressed look: "Ali..."

"I really miss you..."