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

When Shen Qianluo met Ganyu, the little girl was running hurriedly in the corridor with Xieluohu in her arms.

In fact, the foxes raised by the immortals have changed for many generations. But after all, there is a rare vitality in the dead silence, and everyone has long been accustomed to the little foxes who are as despicable as Xiao Shen Qianluo, so they have been raised from generation to generation and are loved by everyone.

Including the Emperor Morax who occasionally feeds him.

Therefore, Shen Qianluo often has the illusion that Xieluohu is actually the darling of the Liyue Immortal Family.

And he is the group bully.

Among them, the one who laughed the most happily was his close friend Chen Shen Guizhong...

If she were still alive.

I guess he still didn't get to see Guizhong again. They were clearly good friends in the past, but no one expected that the most casual and hasty farewell at a certain moment would become the last time they saw each other.

The withered glass lilies in the rain were scattered in the swaying shadows of the puddle, reflecting the blood-red sky.

At that time, the slanting wind blew through the cramped pavilion, the raindrops smudged the green tiles, and the swaying coldness seemed to be separated by distant ink-painted mountains. The boy met Ganyu's gaze.

"What happened? Why are you so panicked?" His eyes fell on the bandages and golden medicine in Gan Yu's hand. He sighed and whispered, "Which immortal was injured? Let me take care of applying the medicine."

"Brother Qianluo..." Ganyu's expression was obviously startled for a moment.

She knew Shen Qianluo's cleanliness, and the boy's elegant appearance made people never ask him to do bloody work. Therefore, after the war broke out, Shen Qianluo carefully bandaged every wound of Morax, which really surprised everyone for a while.

I just think that the Emperor has no use for him now.

"It's the Great Saint who conquers demons..."

"Xiao? I understand. I'll go find him now." With a faint smile, Shen Qianluo took the medicine from Ganyu's hand, turned around and was about to step into the wind and rain, but suddenly he heard Ganyu's firm words from behind, as if he had hesitated for a long time.

"Brother Qianluo, I... am willing to believe you."

The boy paused for a second, and looked back with a sidelong glance. His tone was brisk, but he never lingered: "...Children who are too kind will be deceived. But I still want to thank you."

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Fire, water, thunder, and ice. Today, Teyvat is in the cycle of fire. According to past rules, no matter how prosperous a civilization is, it will eventually burn out.

Destruction, recovery, prosperity, and then destruction again... one reincarnation after another reveals the secret that the law of nature is trying hard to hide, and the so-called earthly rulers come for this purpose.

The position of Rock God is a foregone conclusion, and rationally speaking, it is time to leave.

Even if...

"Qianluo."

Xiao Qingling's cold but slightly gentle voice sounded beside his ear. Shen Qianluo skillfully tied the last bow of the bandage and looked up at him: "How is it? Are you satisfied with my skills?"

Xiao stared at him for a few seconds, turned his head away, but he still changed the subject.

The young man in front of him was clearly thinking about other things, and even the curve of his mouth faded a little. But he still refused to tell him.

After all, to him, he was just a kid... just like the little brother he once mentioned to him.

The bird thought in annoyance and grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes, but he was speechless for a long time, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

So there was silence for a while.

Shen Qianluo's situation was very delicate now, and the immortals who had experienced grief were all aware of it, but no one complained to him or reprimanded him. After all, they were all comrades-in-arms, and the children of the immortals, no matter how much doubt they had in their hearts, still retained their rationality to question.

However, there were some friends whom he never saw again, and he tactfully did not look for them.

"Recently, I... Fushe, Fushe is very sad." His mind raced around in circles, and he opened his mouth and blurted out the things about his most familiar elder brother. The boy's pretty face had a subtle expression, probably because he was aware that he was not good at speaking.

"He has a good relationship with Tongque. You should have seen Tongque."

"He's a very young Yaksha. As I recall, he was brought up by Fushe, right?" Shen Qianluo propped up his head and watched Xiao's facial expressions change as he tried to chat. He sighed softly, "After I came back, I never saw him again. I guess..."

In fact, Xiao wanted to comfort others: "...Well...but I won't forget him. Qianluo, actually..."

"If I remember correctly, Tongque is very fond of Marcosius's roasted goby. Xiao, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Unfortunately, the words that she wanted to say were eventually stopped by the young man with a smile, and she could no longer utter them.

There was no chance to tell it anymore.

'Actually, you are the same to me.'

"If something happens to you, I will be sad too. So please take good care of yourself."

"I... trust you."

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Shen Qianluo, who was an excellent cook, found out that Xiao preferred almond tofu, so he made some more for him. Two people and three dishes sat on the table, and the empty seat was filled with steaming grilled goby.

The two of them ate together for a while, and then a Xieluo fox, who had been following Shen Qianluo for a free meal, came over.

The candlelight on a rainy day seems to be much gloomier. In fact, after joining the Xian family for many years, Xiao has already integrated into the warm atmosphere of the big family.

His life is no longer just about the two lights that shine deeply in his heart, Xiaoshen Qianluo and Yanwang Dijun, but there is always an obsession that unconsciously attracts his attention.

The temperament of a young man is always so stunning, his figure is as straight as a bamboo, his face is gentle and handsome, not like that of an ordinary person, but his words and actions are free and unrestrained, and the arrogant soul that is inadvertently revealed is always so sharp and arrogant.

Respect, dependence, curiosity, worry... His bird instinct always enables him to sense a sense of loneliness that engulfs everything around Shen Qianluo, but he always smiles at him, comforts or plays with him, rubs his head, and whispers to him, don't worry, he's here.

It was clearly he who taught him what gentleness is...

Even in the countless days and months that followed, the grown-up boy couldn't help but fantasize about it over and over again.

How could Qingsong be so cruel as he was, to be stripped from his life in such a brutal way?

...without even the slightest bit of wishful thinking.

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The decisive battle still broke out.

After Liuyun's day and night of seclusion, the Yihu mechanism left by Guizhong finally became the Guizhong Machine that was passed down to later generations. It was set up in various strategic locations to meet the final counterattack of the united sea demons.

The surging water poured down from top to bottom. When Shen Qianluo arrived at the front line, Morax, whom he had not seen for a long time, was already engaged in a fierce battle alongside Ruota.

Raindrops dripped from his forehead along his silver hair, his black pupils sank slightly under his eyelashes, and he quickly rushed to a higher place without hesitation.

The mountains collapsed, the sea surged, and the sound of the flute rose up. The sky was distorted by the strange light, as if it would shatter in the next second.

He could see that Liu Yun, who was suppressing his grief and murderous intent, had a cold face, and he was controlling the Guizhong machine to attack forward with full force.

Ge Chen, who looked much more haggard, seemed to no longer like to dress up after his death. He dressed neatly and made fierce moves, as if he wanted to kill the enemy who killed his best friend.

There are also many people who fight to avenge their family and friends and to defend their homes.

Everyone is doing their best for the final battle.

The solemn and melodious flute sound seemed to be telling of endless sorrow and coldness. His eyes fell on the bright golden light in the space cut by Morax's spear, and Shen Qianluo gently closed his eyes.

Likewise, it was time for his final farewell.

Even though I had convinced myself to delay it for a few days, when I thought about our separation, I was shocked to realize that there were still so many words...that I had not told him.