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

"Are they okay?" Paimeng turned around after watching Shen Qianluo disappear into the wind and snow.

Kong was also watching the boy's handsome figure. His intuition and details told him that the identity of this silver-haired boy was definitely not simple: "With that person here, nothing will happen."

"That's true. It's Mondstadt's style after all..."

"Cough cough."

He coughed repeatedly before Albedo's gaze fell on him, and Sora glanced at Paimon awkwardly.

Paimon glanced back guiltily.

Albedo crossed his arms and looked at the loud and conspiring duo, feeling that he was in the Half Moon Eyes: "There is no time to lose, let's act quickly."

"That's right." Paimon nodded and quickly made amends, "Track down on clues and loopholes in the illusion. We must make everyone's subconscious discover the existence of the illusion before the two of them join forces to defeat Du Lin."

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Shen Qianluo actually quite disliked this inferior illusion.

First of all, visually, a large area of ​​scarlet fog spread across the field of vision, and the white snow on the snow-capped mountains was covered with a thin layer of red. The towering snow-capped mountains in front of us were replaced by a beating heart that was as high as dozens of stories.

——Too rough.

Secondly, the temperature. Perhaps because he had been frozen for two thousand years, Shen Qianluo was particularly sensitive to temperature changes. Even if he ran from the foot of the mountain to the flesh and blood of the heart, he did not sense the slightest change in temperature.

——Not detailed enough.

Finally, it was Durin's bluffing method. It was still appropriate to release the clone to deal with other people, but once he faced a strong person like him or Wendy, wouldn't it be boring and weakening his own combat power?

——Very unprofessional.

In the end, Shen Qianluo still had a trace of regret written on his pretty little face.

——Sure enough, this dragon is not fun.

With one shot, the monster that came to block the attack was shot away. Shen Qianluo looked back with a chill. His small body was proud and neat. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his expression did not show any sign of fatigue. "Aren't you coming to help? An uncle who is lazy is not a good uncle."

"Sure enough, I've been discovered." Suddenly the wind blew, and the boy fell to the ground like a weightless feather. The braids beside his ears swayed in the wind, emitting a faint light, but there was still a smile on his lips.

"Xiao Qianluo has already proven his strength. If a weak auxiliary teammate like me takes action rashly, wouldn't that only hinder the boss?"

Shen Qianluo's eyes moved slightly.

Proved your strength? Just now?

and also.

The phrase "weak assistance" came out of Wendy's mouth with a smile on her face. For some reason, it made people want to beat him up...

But why does this line sound familiar?

"Does Uncle Wendy want a weak little kid like me to take the lead?"

"The more capable you are, the more work you should do. Don't underestimate the abilities of young talents. Brother Wendy will be in charge for you, so don't worry."

“…” Shen Qianluo looked up at him.

Uncle Wendy, who was always talking nonsense, was obviously pretending to be weak and trying to be lazy.

"Hmm?" Wendy looked back with a smile.

I have heard about the method of Xiao Shen despising people from the old man for a long time. Today I tried it and it really works.

So the two of them started arguing.

The price was that it went all the way from the ventricle of the huge heart to the atrium.

Now that part of his strength had been exposed, Shen Qianluo simply stopped holding it in. The long-awaited warm-up made all his warlike genes burn up, and wherever the tip of his gun pointed, there was a raging fire and a chilling wind.

The boy was extremely fast, and with the advantage of his short height, his attacks were also at extremely tricky angles. From time to time, the space he cut through was filled with the sound of cheap plastic being torn and healed.

Even though he had lost his memory, his body's instinctive fighting skills still allowed Shen Qianluo to come and go among countless monsters with ease.

Wendy's moves were always extremely appropriate and timely, and she had a monopoly on the situation and never let any monster escape. As the ends of her hair and the hem of her clothes fluttered in the wind, they reached the top of the heart.

The two of them finally looked a little more serious.

"Okay, the warm-up time for kids is over, now it's the adults' turn." Holding the boy's hand and walking on the uneven flesh, Wendy looked down with a faint smile, and Shen Qianluo happened to look up with a well-behaved (or perhaps resentful) smile.

"I thought my uncle was going to exploit the children, but it turns out he is reasonable. So my brother will not deduct the children's wages, right?"

"Xiao Qianluo, am I a brother or an uncle?" Wendy met Du Lin's fierce pupils. Her tone was quiet, but her eyes became a little colder, and she pulled the bowstring a little bit.

“Now you’re my brother.” Glancing sideways at the East Wind Dragon that flew into the illusion, Shen Qianluo nodded in evaluation, took the wooden flute handed to him by the dragon’s claws, and after a moment of daze, it was grabbed by the back of the collar and guarded on the dragon’s broad back.

...Flute?

In the afterglow, the light flashed with a golden glow and flew into the sky from the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, it seemed as if thousands of winds were flying and surging. After receiving the signal sent by Albedo and Sora Paimon in the distance, when Tevarin took off with a whoosh, Shen Qianluo met Venti's gaze looking back.

"Well, since you rarely call me brother, I'll give you a gift. Try it, you'll definitely like it."

Wendy's piano sounded as smooth as silk, so pleasant and beautiful that Shen Qianluo inexplicably had the urge to play a tune with him. The fingertips holding the wooden flute bent slightly. After a moment's struggle, he finally closed his eyes and raised his arms.

Let's not worry about why the God of Wind knew that he was proficient in music and preferred the sound of the flute, and let's not think about why he knew him better than himself. With such a rare opportunity, he would of course improvise with the God of Wind of Mond.

Tevarin fought with Durin again, but this time he had Venti controlling the situation, Shen Qianluo restraining him, and his teammates at the foot of the mountain helping him. Even the black wings that blocked out the sun, or the poisonous rotten liquid that was blowing in the wind, could no longer cause a bloody storm.

"Why don't you want to play with me?"

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

"Why? I just want to tell everyone how beautiful the place I was born is. I just long for beautiful songs and want to dance with dragons in the sky."

"But when I open my eyes, I always see the mountains howling in the snow, the quiet earth dyed red by fire and blood, I hear melodious songs swallowed by roars, and see the jewel-like dragon sink its sharp teeth into my neck like a lover."

"I……"

"In that case, can you please give me your faith?"

The wooden flute spun lightly at his fingertips, and the boy walked towards Durin who had fallen to the ground step by step. His figure was not tall, nor was he majestic and broad, but his eyes that looked down at all living beings were like bright fire in the darkness, which made people sink into it involuntarily.

His silver hair fluttered in the firelight and snow. He looked down at her with a warm smile: "I will take you to see the city where the singing is dancing. On the other side of the dream, there is a land with green grass and fragrance, clear piano sounds, and unruly winds and people -"

"Dragon Durin, please place your faith in me."

After harvesting Durin's faith, Shen Qianluo smiled softly, looked back at Wendy and Tevarin in the illusion that was gradually shattered, spread his little hands and bared his fangs.

"And yours too. Uncle Wendy and Dalong, take your faith and don't run away."

But Wendy grabbed his wrist and pressed it against Tevarin's back. Their heats suddenly approached each other, and at the moment when the illusion was shattered and he took off, the boy's slightly lowered voice came from behind him and into his ears.

"Well, now that the battle is over, I have some accounts to settle with Xiao Qianluo."