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

On the eve of the battle with "Father".

The young man who had been tainted by the abyss wandered slowly in the Red King's Mausoleum. He seemed leisurely and his steps were brisk, but his movement speed was surprisingly fast.

The broken light sparkled in the mausoleum, and the stone-built tomb was filled with the solemnity of rest. The lotus blossomed in the pond, but in just a moment, his silhouette appeared on the other side of the sleeping god.

"..." The space was quiet, with only the divine power of Apep sweeping away everyone and the faint breathing of the gods. The figure of the abyss boy was not a physical entity, but thanks to the abundant divine power, his words and actions were clearly visible.

He looked from afar at the tent where a creature named himself was huddled together, tilted his head, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"It's you..." The brutality emanating from his body and mind made him want to kill the other person all the time, but his remaining rationality still suppressed the cold murderous intent. He folded his hands across his chest and walked step by step towards the deeply sleeping Shen Qianluo.

It’s better to beat up the disobedient me.

Let him think about how he should torture himself, someone he has never met, to the point of making his life worse than death?

Defeat him, flip him over, and watch him beg for forgiveness with tears in his eyes? Or take away what he cherishes most, and in exchange, order him to kill himself over and over again in front of him?

All in all, it's a lot of fun either way.

Thinking about it, the boy's gloomy mood became more cheerful, and he ran straight to the lonely tent nearby, even his steps quickened a bit...

When he suddenly met those golden dragon eyes, the young man from the abyss admitted that he felt panicked for a moment.

Has it been discovered?

In his perception, the main body was still clearly asleep...

Although he was embarrassed, he appeared calm as if he had already noticed something. He raised his gaze to look up at the man who was a head taller than him, and his eyes lit up.

Wait, this one in front of me, could it be...

"Ali?"

The innocent pretty face suddenly showed joy as if jumping for joy. The boy looked at Zhongli who was looking at him absent-mindedly and seemed to be slightly sad. His tone became much lighter, "I also have his memories. You are his lover... Ailong?"

Carefully sensing the aura of death and cruelty surrounding the young man in front of him, Zhongli stroked his slightly cold cheek and slightly lowered his eyelashes to hide the pity that was churning in his eyes.

"Yes, you and I should be acquainted. You were placed here after he left Liyue a thousand years ago, right?"

The moment the god saw the boy from the abyss, he already understood everything that had happened.

Perhaps no one could imagine what kind of torture a fragile soul must have suffered, left alone in a cold mausoleum, facing the long darkness and endless pain all alone.

"Is that so?" The young man was stunned for a moment, trying to recall his chaotic cognition and memory, but before he could find the correct answer in his mind, he had already diverted his attention, "Let's not talk about this, just follow me."

Releasing his chin, the young man's eyes were filled with a smile. He grabbed Zhongli's hand and was about to pull him away, "You are his beloved dragon, and you are my beloved dragon. Come with me. We don't want him."

The fluffy silver hair swung happily in front of his eyes. Even Zhongli had never guessed the boy's eccentric thinking. He stood steadily in front of the tent of the sleeping god, and was not pulled away by the boy's soul fragments.

Then he clearly saw the flash of dissatisfaction and cruelty in the depths of the eyes of the soul that was eroded by the abyss.

But he was still Shen Qianluo's part, and the next moment, his handsome face immediately changed to an expression of surprise or grievance. When he got closer, even his beautiful golden pupils drooped slightly, and his hands were placed on his shoulders pitifully.

"Why don't you want to go with me? He threw me into the abyss alone, and asked me to sacrifice myself in the end to help him fight his father. Although for A Qiao, this is what I should do... but he is cruel, you can't like him."

Standing on tiptoe, the boy brought his soft lips closer to her ears. He whispered softly, but the excitement in his words could no longer be hidden. "Come away with me, okay?"

"I want to see him lose his beloved dragon and be left behind by us, screaming in frustration, but he can only beg me... No, he wants us to have mercy and come back to him. But we don't want to go back. What an interesting scene, isn't it? Come with me."

By the end of the words, the whole thing's fur stood up in excitement, and its golden eyes, which had lost their highlights in the terrible infection, opened wide, with tiny and rare lights sparkling in them.

It's like a pool of stagnant water suddenly injected with tiny dots of brilliant glitter, blooming with instantaneous light in the boundless silence.

Linglong couldn't bear to refuse.

So Zhongli poured all of Wen Chen's gaze into Piaomiao's sight, smiled faintly, and responded in a gentle voice: "I can promise you."

"Really?" The young man from the abyss was excited for a second and was about to grab Zhongli and snatch the god's beloved dragon away, but unexpectedly, he was pulled back.

"But before that, I want to make a deal with you."

juvenile:"……"

The boy turned his head with some caution, hesitated for a moment, and frowned unhappily: "Transaction?... Why do you have to be as cunning as your original self?"

He seemed a little discouraged and dissatisfied, but facing Zhongli, he still maintained a trace of patience that came from nowhere, his ahoge wiggling, his expression was rather angry, "What do you want? The great gods will satisfy you."

"I'm not asking for anything." Zhongli had found the rhythm of communicating with the boy, and even quietly took the initiative of the topic. "The premise of taking me away is to prove that you have the strength to face the crisis. So, why don't you fight with me and show your power as a god."

"Huh?" The boy answered without thinking too much, his tone was disdainful and confident, "Fighting with me? Humph, you asked for it."

As he spoke, he skillfully took out the phantom of the bamboo flute, and when his eyes focused slightly, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn and murderous.

When we fight later, it’s better not to hurt Longlong.

After all, in the original body's impression, Zhongli is just a cute, cuddly and rubbish-resistant soft dragon.

With strange concerns in mind, the boy rushed towards Zhongli first.

But I am the young master who has inherited part of the power of the gods. Even if the soul fragments have been weakened by the invasion of the abyss and the wear and tear of time, there is no way I can lose to a mere dragon...

He was flipped over by Zhongli.

Abyss Boy:?

Suddenly he looked up at Long Long who was looking down at him. He felt dizzy and felt his head spinning. He watched Zhong Li's eyes as gentle as water as he spoke: "The contract requires fairness. Since you are the loser, it is reasonable for me to take you away."

The young man couldn't help but feel dizzy and was stunned for a moment.

…is that so?