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

This is what Shen Qianluo looks like now↓

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The boy froze in place, not daring to run anymore. His expression was tense, and he could clearly feel the strength of the person grabbing him by the back of his collar. There was a flash of lightning and thunder inside his cerebellum as a fierce battle of thoughts took place.

Is the Rock God a friend or an enemy?

…The Xiangxiang Demon God won’t eat him, right?

But not showing murderous intent doesn't mean he won't cheat on children. Look how happy he is smiling now.

Shen Qianluo turned around a little timidly but with full vigilance, put his hands behind his back, and quickly hid the faith he had looted. He looked at Zhongli, saw a slight smile in the latter's eyes, and explained calmly.

"What I just said is the fictitious identity you will use next time around me. You are a member of the Liyue Immortal Family, and you and I are close friends. Now... you don't remember me, do you?"

Shen Qianluo looked at him, and in a flash, he thought of someone pretending to gain the protagonist's trust and then stabbed him in the back, causing the protagonist to fall off a cliff and be seriously injured. However, he did not expect that the chosen one would not die. After sleeping for many years, he woke up with amnesia. On the way, he met the villain who betrayed him in the past, and was deceived and used by him. In the end, he was discovered by the protagonist, crushed the conspiracy and counterattacked to become a god...

He looked Zhongli up and down hesitantly.

But I just concluded that the Xiangxiang Demon God can't be a bad guy...

"Well then... I'll just trust you for now."

At the moment, he obviously cannot beat Zhongli, so his only option is to compromise.

If Zhongli had stated their close friendship from the beginning, Shen Qianluo might have been even more suspicious. After all, a boy who was worried about his amnesia was definitely not ordinary, and suddenly appearing in his world as a close friend was more likely to have bad intentions and ulterior motives.

Of course, no matter what, Shen Qianluo would still acknowledge the other party's identity with a smile, and then remain vigilant while being kept by Zhongli's side. He looked at the bustling home with a sense of alienation in his heart, and examined and verified his inner guess bit by bit.

But Zhongli did the opposite.

He took the initiative to use his identity as an opportunity to take Shen Qianluo's ups and downs in a big circle. He knew that Shen Qianluo would doubt him, so he led him to doubt himself and accepted his suspicion calmly.

This also shows that Zhongli is indeed trustworthy.

The god in front of him named Morax... really knows Shen Qianluo very well.

Shen Qianluo thought about it, then jumped onto the chair next to Zhongli, looking completely relieved. He swayed his dangling legs and filled his stomach with the plates of desserts that were served.

It was said that it was Tartaglia who paid for the meal, and Zhongli apparently didn't feel bad at all.

The boy was distracted while talking to Zhongli in a random manner with a smile. His little face was slightly pouting due to the sweet cake, and the corners of his mouth were stained with a hint of milky white.

Zhongli answered patiently, took out a handkerchief, leaned over and gently wiped the corner of his mouth: "It's stained with cream, don't move it."

Warm fingers rested on his cheek, and the smooth silk rubbed the corners of his mouth, gently and slightly itchy. Shen Qianluo raised his eyes and looked at him: "Mr. Zhongli is a god, can demon gods become friends?"

"It has always been your idea to encourage the demon gods to join the Alliance of Gods."

Looking closely, Zhongli's golden pupils were really beautiful. Under the painted eyebrows, the diamond-shaped pupils were dignified and majestic, but the softness of the golden pupils also showed gentleness and peace.

The light golden color reflected in the sky is as dazzling as the scorching sun.

The fragrant scent lingers like a thread, more like a temptation...

Slightly startled, Shen Qianluo looked away guiltily, his silly hair drooped and he hummed lazily. His guess in his heart moved a little towards the idea that Mr. Zhongli was indeed a good man.

Zhongli saw all of the boy's reactions, but he didn't say anything more. He didn't move even though he was approaching. He stared at him with concern, and his tone was still gentle: "If it's convenient, can you let me see your body?"

"Body?" Shen Qianluo looked up after a pause, and seemed hesitant for a moment. He knew that his identity might not be that simple. If Zhongli was still unaware of it, wouldn't it be possible to expose information that he himself was not very clear about?

Thinking about how to refuse, Shen Qianluo was about to say something, but he blurted out, "What do you want to see, sir?"

Before he finished speaking, the boy fell silent, his expression froze in an instant as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

Zhongli raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh? How do you want me to see it?"

“Use… use divine power…” The boy’s pretty face flushed red as he hurriedly lowered his head and pushed his claws towards Zhongli in self-abandonment. Between social death and possible exposure, he decisively chose the latter.

If it were possible to travel through time, Shen Qianluo would extremely much like to go back to the previous second and cover that uncontrollable little mouth.

Logically speaking, he actually subconsciously wanted to tease someone.

But he forgot how old he is now.

And strength.

And many things (?).

When Zhongli calmed down and took the pulse, the atmosphere in the private room finally calmed down. Shen Qianluo breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that Zhongli did not make things difficult for him, his accelerated heartbeat gradually returned to normal.

He seemed concerned about his physical condition.

He took a quick look at Zhongli, who had his eyes slightly closed, and seeing that there was no sign of abnormality on the god's handsome face, Shen Qianluo finally felt relieved.

"The old injuries have healed, and there are no hidden injuries left. It's better than I thought. But the weather has turned cold recently. When you go out, remember to put on more clothes and don't forget to keep warm."

"Mr. Zhongli turns out to be a nagging person."

“…It is necessary to cultivate one’s character.”

"Sir, do you know where my brother is?"

"I have heard you mention him in your spare time, but you and he were separated in your early years, and I don't know where he is."

After Zhongli held her hand and walked out of the restaurant, Shen Qianluo followed him on the streets of Liyue. They continued to ask and answer questions. It was obviously the simplest conversation mode, but it seemed that there were always endless topics to talk about, and they didn't feel bored at all.

The warm palms met together, as if the boy really trusted the gods, and as if the previous inspection was really normal. But in the shadow of the child's eyes that could not be touched, Zhongli's eyes, which had been calm and indifferent for a long time, flashed a moment of worry and shock that could not be concealed.

Even in a flash, he forced those trembling thoughts deep into his heart again.

Shen Qianluo, who was unaware of this, was thinking about another serious problem.

Mr. Zhongli really knows him very well, but among the people in this world who know you best, besides your family and friends, there is another type of people - your enemies.

Have to guard against it.

So he watched himself being taken home by Zhongli, and a word suddenly came to his mind.

It’s hard to guard against thieves in the house…