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

This may be an ordinary conversation between father and son. The vast desert sky cannot contain the overly lonely divine power. The sky is like a basin of ink turned upside down, and dark green rain is falling.

The sky was filled with a bone-chilling coldness, filling every inch of the hot desert. Drops of water that looked like rain fell into the sand, creating a swirling vortex, but could not stain the edge of the boy's clothes.

Of course, so is "Father".

They were close to each other, looking at each other from a distance.

"This is the first time you appear in the script. I guess you feel lonely behind the scenes and want to show your face?" Shen Qianluo spoke first, but his decent smile did not impress him.

Others watched from afar, and the light and shadows were blurry and unclear. Only the young man in front of him could see the real face of his "father".

After all, he is a god and the only god in the world who is qualified to meet him.

He felt His deep, viscous gaze in silence, like a venomous snake.

"You are responsible for the death of the flower god?"

"Of course." The young man nodded calmly, almost without hesitation, "Those who pursue taboos will be buried in taboos. What's more, this is also..."

As he spoke, his voice lowered slightly, and no one understood the final meaning of his words. But "Father" met his gaze.

It was obvious that he had a pair of sinister, narrow and long phoenix eyes. His vaguely visible facial features were deep and graceful, and his bottomless eyes were filled with the deep blue color of the starry sky, like the mist that misted the autumn lake, and was slightly gloomy.

Their eyes met in mid-air, and He slid his gaze downward, his words as heavy as ink falling on the boy's chest: "You have not only given your body to time."

"How could it be?" Facing the doubts of the high-ranking person, Shen Qianluo lowered his eyes slightly, spoke in a leisurely tone, and bent his fingertips slightly, "If it weren't for that kind of artwork, there shouldn't be any more..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy's expression darkened, and he retreated in an instant under the pressure of the ferocious long whip. At this moment, the bamboo flute burst into a dazzling edge, steadily blocking the long whip that was entangled under the whip.

One man and one flute, the sandstorm seems like the only bright spot in the cloudy sky.

"necklace."

His tone became much heavier, and without saying a word, the power at the other end of the whip increased, and the terrifying pressure between heaven and earth also increased exponentially.

Holding the humming bamboo flute tightly in his hand, Shen Qianluo blinked slightly embarrassedly, revealing an innocent expression: "Hmm?"

"Father" sneered, glanced sideways and raised his hand. An invisible and colorless twisted force suddenly swept across the entire continent. He seemed to be sensing something, but when he raised his eyes a moment later, his sticky voice like sandpaper was cold to the freezing point.

"Death Zone... I see. What Shadow said is exactly right."

At this moment, he flicked his wrist, and the long whip loosened and the bamboo flute flew in the whistling dust. Shen Qianluo also lowered his body's center of gravity in an instant, as if calculating the moment to escape. When he glanced behind him with a warm and indifferent look, he saw the people who were so nervous that they held their breath.

When they started fighting, the people or gods surrounding them were concentrating on watching this unprecedented war. Their expressions were either up and down, or apprehensive, or shocked and worried.

This should be a dispute between two representatives of today's top forces.

As he was distracted and thinking, Shen Qianluo was attacked by his father, who was full of anger. Although he had been prepared, he was still slightly surprised to bump into the void barrier that suddenly rose from the ground when he retreated.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and at the same time, his white clothes fluttered and he turned around with the help of the barrier, and a long whip that seemed to tear through space followed closely.

However, he had already set his sights on the "father" at the core of the sky. The sound of the flute suddenly became murderous in the strong wind, and the billowing flames centered on the god seemed to ignite the sky.

"You went deep into the Abyss Palace to retrieve the bamboo flute... in order to fight me."

"My father and I have finally come to this." The soul was filled with a faint chaotic pain. Shen Qianluo had fought with Him several times. With a faint smile, he easily flashed into the desert. Only then did he realize that he had been surrounded on both sides without knowing when.

The young man's eyes darkened slightly, but the corners of his mouth curled up, with an ambiguous gesture: "He is the greater threat, how about you join forces with me?"

Nashida's eyes were firm. She clutched something hanging on her chest, unwavering, and said righteously: "I think you are a greater threat."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Apep, her eyes green in the shadows with her back to the sky: "Are you right, Apep?"

"Of course!" Apep snorted immediately, raised many tentacles, and was about to attack the god, "No more words, leave your life!"

"You are indeed the Flute God." The four humans who were watching hurriedly raised their weapons, pretending to participate in this great battle. The scattered soldiers even crossed their arms and snorted in dissatisfaction.

Shen Qianluo probably had a lot of combat experience, and he easily dodged the attack by leaning to the side. Deep in the shadows, the young man seemed to smile silently, and at the moment he suddenly rose into the air to attack his "father", the strange device hidden in the layers of the Red King's Mausoleum suddenly rose up and shone through the sky.

The roar was deafening, and the sudden beam of light was like a hammer smashing a mirror, completely shattering the long-brewing sky-high barrier. The star-like tiny fragments of light were all shattered in the sky, like a beautiful rain.

At least the expression of Him who was high above had turned cold.

Suddenly noticing something unusual, he hastily showed up to fight. Compared to himself who was completely unprepared, Shen Qianluo was clearly well prepared, and even borrowed the power of one of the Seven Gods in his device...

Wait, the Seven?

Finally, he looked up in surprise. "Father" was only then aware of the attacks from the Grass Goddess Nashida, the Grass Dragon Apep, and several human sons of man...

Why did he hit himself?