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

Shen Qianluo is actually a very contradictory person.

Since he was born, he has lived a life of luxury, living in the most luxurious palace above the nine heavens, receiving the careful care of servants and enjoying a well-planned life.

In the eyes of the boy, rare treasures are nothing more than toys filling up the warehouse. Every piece of clothing he grabs is tailor-made to his body, highlighting his extraordinary temperament as gentle as jade.

He once obeyed his mother's will and reaped the admiration and flattery of everyone with peace of mind, just like the most eye-catching sun, bearing the focus of thousands of attention.

Until little by little, he realized the so-called game of nobility and blood, and realized the predetermined destiny that could not be defied. In the end, he did not succumb to the pride of the young man's frivolous soul, and step by step, he resolutely embarked on the road of resistance.

He didn't have to go through all this suffering. On this lonely and tragic road with no end in sight, every responsibility imposed on a young man, every forced struggle, ultimately shaped the character he should have.

He never had any friends.

I think that as Shen Qianluo, the eldest son of Tianli, the young master of Sky Island, the leader of thousands of followers, and the support of his younger brother, he should be gentle and calm, and always have a gentle look with a faint smile on his face when facing his people.

Therefore, he could only transform the almost mischievous liveliness in the young man's heart into a confident smile time and time again, say some seemingly irrelevant words, consider the overall situation that no one has ever cared about, and fulfill his playful promises time and time again.

The more reliable you are, the more you are relied upon.

And those occasional light-hearted and cheerful tones can only be regarded as icing on the cake, approachable, and are called harmless and "trashy" by people who are familiar with them.

Perhaps only in the loneliness of the dead of night, would the young man smooth out the corners of his mouth that were always raised, curl up under a heavy burden and catch his breath, look up at the stars and the moon, and remain silent for a long time.

He should have considered his father's warning and hastily left without touching the predetermined destiny. So when Tianheng Mountain was about to collapse and Yixiao, who had fought bloody battles, tearfully asked his friends to cut off his most proud antlers in order to protect the village at the foot of the mountain, he played the flute in sorrow and did not intervene.

The bloody antlers became the best fulcrum. The hardest object in Liyue supported the entire mountain by itself. Yixiao, who had been silent for several days, finally raised his head and laughed, fighting with the demon god until the last drop of blood was shed.

His blood flowed into the surging water of the Bishui River, and his last smiling words were like a faint breeze, dispersing under the sky that had lost its best friend.

"Ming Hai... you stupid fool, I finally came to accompany you..."

At the last moment, Morax, who escaped and rushed over, still failed to save his friend's life.

The bloody sacrifices and the painful wars are still too bitter. Even if the people who grew up among the hard rocks stubbornly stick to their faith in God without saying a word, their hearts will be torn by pain.

But he should have remained rational and left in time before the messenger from Sky Island arrived. So when Morax was in the most painful moment in his heart, when the people of Raging Waves, whose fear was as high as a mountain, had murmurs and increasingly worried questions, he closed his eyes lightly and said nothing.

"Please be merciful and tell me where our loved ones and children have gone?"

"Please be merciful and tell me when those who left will come back?"

"Oh my Lord, how long will these terrible years last?"

He just silently watched from the distant mountain top, seeing the Rock King clenching his weapon and looking at his people who were boiling with endless grief. The long sword as bright as amber suddenly cut off a corner of the mountain and made a solemn and magnificent contract with his people.

——Those who are scattered will surely gather together and return; those who break the covenant will surely be punished.

Those who have lost their loved ones, those who have lost their treasures, and those who have suffered injustice will be compensated.

After the contract was signed, the fighting became more intense, and the sea was dyed red with blood. Many former friends were injured or lost their lives, and their clothes were stained with blood.

Including Morax, who was in the core of the battlefield and was seriously injured.

And he should...

With a helpless sigh, Shen Qianluo stopped playing the flute and his eyes fell on the flood that was coming again.

"This is not a defeat to you..."

Instead, I lost to myself, who is always worried about my life.

It was rare for him to be so kind and righteous. Perhaps he was moved by his own behavior, and even his long-dead mood became unusually cheerful.

The suppressed corners of his mouth finally lifted up slightly, even with a hint of expectation. The bamboo flute emitted a crisp light from the boy's fingertips, almost lighting up the misty rain. "It's rare to be in the mood, God knows, how about we have a big one?"

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When Morax suddenly realized something was wrong, it was already too late.

The scene reflected in Long Tong's eyes at that moment was so stunning and beautiful that for thousands of years afterwards, he kept thinking about it and regretting why he couldn't pay more attention to him and trust him a little more.

The sky was thick and the light pouring down from the sky was dim and boundless, making the white clothes particularly eye-catching in the wind and rain. The young man, holding a flute, was like the only firefly in the darkness, standing on a reef in the sea.

The bright silver hair brushes across the peaceful eyebrows, and the sound of the flute rises in the wind, like the awakening of all things and the singing of birds at dawn, or the sadness of the autumn wind blowing through the fallen flowers and withered grass.

The swirling waterspouts and the roaring sea demons were lurking around him. In the large amount of water mist and the vast sea, the young man seemed unaware that he was in the core of danger. The sad and solemn melody cleansed the divine power and acted on the nine-headed sea snake-like waterspout.

And he was not increasing Osel's combat power.

He was controlling and amplifying the enemy's monstrous tornado.

No one knew that Xiaoshen Qianluo still possessed such ability. Osel's fighting skills had the power to turn the world upside down, but now he was roaring angrily, being sucked into the water tornado that penetrated the sky and the earth, and was isolated in a vortex of light and darkness with the young man as the core.

At that moment, it seemed as if they were the protagonists of the world. Without the slightest hesitation, and as if by tacit understanding, Morax adjusted his state at that moment and suddenly flew into the sky.

The sharp spear that was sharp enough to penetrate everything suddenly cut through the air, carrying with it a terrifying force that could penetrate a long rainbow. With just one move of all its strength, it nailed the whirlpool that was raging in the sea deeply into the center of the deep sea.

At that moment, Osel's scream of pain and anger and the instantly shattered and splashed water tornado exploded simultaneously beside the boy closest to him. The light of the bamboo flute in his hand dimmed, but he did not dodge.

Compared to simply leaving and hiding, this blood-boiling feat really made him feel more satisfied.

Even the messenger from Sky Island would not doubt that someone as noble and powerful as Shen Qianluo would burn his life for disguise and the overall situation. While going crazy, he would protect more people and ensure that the position of Rock God would not be taken away by a strange demon god. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone?

Yeah...he should.

“Qianluo!——”

The king who fell from the sky hastily stretched out his hand to the young man at the last moment, but what he waited for was not an eager response or tenderness in bright eyes.

The rapidly swooping air current was as cold as a knife. He saw him look up at him when he heard the sound. His eyes were not clear but he showed a faint smile. He let the terrifying waves swallow up his thin body in the blink of an eye.

Until the very end, the boy's faint smile with an unknown meaning seemed to still linger in my ears: "Don't mind, A-li... forget me."

The next second, the surging waves filled the deep sea, taking away the tenderness that almost brushed against the fingertips.

His pupils suddenly shrank, and at this moment, the murderous look as hard as a rock seemed to reveal the panic and confusion that almost penetrated the soul, and the silent and deep cracks quietly opened up bit by bit.

He clearly still remembers...

He is afraid of water.

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Seeing many readers asking, I would like to state that the sister article of this article, "Genshin Impact: Alive", was co-written with others in the early stage, and I took over completely in the middle and late stages. Because it was a co-written article, it was not published by my own account. It is now finished. If you think it is too boring, you can start reading it from Chapter 50 onwards. hh

Pure sugar without knife! ~ Really ~ It tells the story of Qianluo's younger brother. There are two protagonists and two pairs of CPs. Shen Qianqiao 1v1 Wanye, Xu Qingluo 1v1 Sanbing. It is a parallel world and will be linked with this book in the later stage.

By the way, our book friends, skirt, 10, 32, 53, 175, welcome to play~