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

You have to marry me.

marry me.

I.

The moment Nibelungen finished speaking, there was dead silence all around, and even the sound of a needle tip falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

The arms that had been slowly tightening suddenly opened up like lightning, and Shen Qianluo, who was clinging to Zhongli's arms, was not able to hold on tightly, and was almost choked by his saliva: "Nibelungen? When did I ever promise you such a ridiculous thing?!"

He turned around suddenly, almost in anger, his eyes and tone filled with oppression at this moment, "I will not pursue all previous offenses, but you must give a reasonable explanation for this matter. Otherwise, I will never let you off easily."

But the shy blush on her pretty face had not yet faded, the boy's golden pupils were cold and slightly narrowed, with a blush on the corners of his eyes, his breathing was rising and falling, and his thin lips were wet, soft, and rosy in the light, which added a bit of restraint and desire to the powerful aura of the young master who was intimidating without even getting angry.

Nibelungen forced out a sneer from the depths of his throat, moved his body to fold his bare bones and wings, and ignored the threat of the god: "Every word I say is not without basis."

As he spoke, his deep dragon eyes glanced at the boy who had a slightly cold and doubtful expression, "It seems that your current partner's identity as a dragon has not alerted you at all."

"Shen Qianluo, in terms of the overall situation and vision, I lost to you, but you were destined not to win from the beginning. Or is it that the young master of Sky Island still does not understand the meaning of those actions until now?"

“Nonsense.” Not even willing to listen to the end of his words, Shen Qianluo’s ahoge hair stood up in indignation, “Did the abyss teach the Dragon King to tell lies? If so, I must pay a visit…”

He suddenly heard the word "action", and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly froze, as if he was frozen in a trance: "...action?"

A rare expression of astonishment, hesitation, questioning and anger flashed across the boy's eyes. He seemed to suddenly remember something, and even his breath suddenly turned cold.

Zhongli, who did not believe Nibelungen's slander, was slightly startled, and immediately said in a gentle voice to comfort him: "Qianluo, don't pay attention to his nonsense. I know what kind of person you are."

Shen Qianluo turned his eyes away slightly, his fingertips clenched angrily bit by bit, but he did not continue to refute: "Nibelungen, don't make me angry."

And this kind of reaction... is the default.

Clearly seeing the surprise flashing across Zhongli's face, the Dragon King's eyes were deep, and he moved step by step to the edge of the rock prison, his tone fluctuating more and more violently, "You made a promise with me in person, you promised in person that one day in the future, you would touch my dragon horns and dragon tail with your own hands--"

"But now, you actually touched other dragons!"

"It's not a promise." The young man was so angry that his eyes were blurry and his body temperature was getting colder. It seemed that even his breath was condensed with a thin layer of cold frost. "You only relied on my ignorance. Nibelungen, have you been thinking like this since then?"

But the gods really couldn't refute it. When he was young and ignorant, he was indeed curious and eager to touch the unique and interesting parts of the dragons.

So he used some tricks on Nibelung, using threats and inducements, and even acting coquettishly with evil intentions, which finally won the Dragon King's deep gaze and he promised him that when the boy grew up, he would allow him to do all the above things.

·

"Why wait until later? The dragon's horns and tail are right in front of you, Nibelungen. Why don't you ask me for advice with an open mind and learn from the gods how to improve efficiency and save time? If you are sincere, I can teach you right away."

The boy, whose height was not even as tall as the Dragon King's waist, did not notice the strange looks from the elemental dragons around him. He pulled his long robe and walked in the corridor that seemed to have no end. When the Dragon King paused, he also stood still obediently.

The boy looked up at the tall dragon, his clear golden eyes seemed to be filled with joy: "You agreed? Lower your head and let the great god touch you reluctantly."

"Dragon King, Qianluo is still... too early..."

As expected, the laughing and dissuading voices of the elemental dragon kings were heard around him. There was no trace of softness on Nibelung's majestic face. His tall and majestic body stood under the rough and majestic eaves of the palace, like a king who stood tall and majestic.

"How could I not know about your concerns? Did you hear what they said? Shen Qianluo, this is a rule of the dragon clan that cannot be broken. You and I have made an agreement that you can no longer go to play with other dragons..."

"You are not allowed to play with everyone? No, then wait until you are willing to be touched by me, and I will consider all the precautions - you are not allowed to talk back, do you want to fight?"

·

It seemed that the boy had made a strange agreement with the Nibelungen, and after many twists and turns, he experienced the massacre of the dragon clan by Heaven's Law and the long years after the Burial Fire War, and grew into a handsome young man.

The joking agreement he made with the 'deceased' Nibelung in the past had long been forgotten by him in the long river of time. It unknowingly turned into an obsession and was finally fulfilled on the dragon Morax.

Then he succeeded in sacrificing himself (crossed out).

"I didn't know the meaning of these actions that year. This was not a conditional agreement." Shen Qianluo's breathing was slightly trembling. He was extremely frustrated, but he reluctantly turned sideways and raised his hand to cover his lover's eyes, "Don't look."

After whispering something softly, the boy managed to stand still and turned around, his eyes completely hidden in the shadows. The golden light that appeared in the trance was dim, but it was murderous.

"Nibelungen, you have never told me the truth, and now you are asking me to do something like that... I guess you are trying to force me to kill you."

Across the solid rock prison, Nibelungen stared at him deeply, and there was still no unnecessary expression on his serious dragon face: "Don't force yourself. Shen Qianluo, you are not in good condition."

"Humph. It's just killing a trapped ghost... Are you questioning my strength?"

Gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sound of dissatisfaction, the boy closed his eyes for a moment. The pain of his soul being torn apart had already reached the critical point of his mental endurance. The blood oozing from the wound fell to the ground with a thud, and the space that should have obeyed the gods seemed to be spinning and twisting.

Although he was stubborn, Shen Qianluo really had a hard time raising his arms. Affected by the surging breath caused by his anger, even the position of the Dragon King began to blur in his vision.

He rarely suffered such serious injuries, so it was natural that he found it difficult to adapt.

Since I can’t see clearly…

Shen Qianluo let out a weak breath and slowly raised the corners of his mouth. At this moment, his misty golden pupils actually revealed a faint glow of excitement for the death of a strong man.

Then, just strangle the space in front of you.

"Nibelungen, as you wish."

"Qianluo."

The warm palm covered the boy's outstretched fingertips in time. It seemed that at the moment when Zhongli touched the boy who had forcibly attacked, the latter could not help but tremble and fell powerlessly into his chest: "Ali..."

“Let me take care of what happens next.” Zhongli’s tone was as gentle as ever, as if no matter what mistakes the boy made, he would be infinitely tolerated. “Just rest assured, I’m here.”

Shen Qianluo buried his head in his chest with grievance, his consciousness sinking infinitely. His ahoge rubbed the man's neck, and he muttered to himself in an imperceptible voice for a few seconds: "Nibelungen's nonsense doesn't count... I didn't break my promise with Longlong..."

Zhongli rubbed his head. Exhausted and emotionally troubled, the young man must have already reached the end of his rope. "You are a man who keeps his promises and have never broken the agreement between us. Don't worry, you are not to blame for this."

Not knowing whether he heard his lover's assurance or not, Shen Qianluo sniffed the pleasant fragrance, and his consciousness fell into darkness the moment Zhongli's voice rang out.

At this moment when the atmosphere became quiet and solemn, Zhongli gently picked up the boy, and when he slightly side-glanced, his eyes met those of Nibelungen who was staring at him in the cage.

"Just from my perspective, you've hurt him several times."

"So what? As you can see, he has been mine since the beginning."