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

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When you look around, you can see the slanting Milky Way penetrating through the vast night sky.

The starry sky was a distant deep blue, like a stream of mercury slanting down to the ground. Thin cloud shadows were floating, and the frost-covered snow illuminated the world, and the remaining fog dissipated.

But he could not see the dim lights of the human world.

The towers are lost in the fog, and the ferry is obscured by the moon. When the bones wither, the stars will bloom over the wasteland.

How can gods save themselves?

The boy was not a person who would only complain and doubt himself. But even with his intelligence, he didn't know what to do at this moment.

For the first time, he took a hard look at his soul.

If he were really allowed to carefully appreciate his own qualities, he would actually be able to list a lot of random advantages in a very human way.

It is indeed an advantage.

Look at that little boy. He is not only smart, well-educated, eloquent, gentle and considerate, but also beautiful, coquettish and cute, and misleading people with his lies. He is so despicable that it makes people angry...

Well, the latter doesn’t count.

In short, if Shen Qianluo were asked to evaluate himself, he would always come up with a lot of nonsense that ordinary people would not even dare to think of. I wonder if this can be considered the innate self-awareness of an excellent god.

But after realizing the existence of the young god Qianluo, he gradually realized the gaps in many aspects of himself.

You can get a glimpse of it from the broken personality and tired soul.

After the heat of running dissipated, the sudden night wind easily took away the boy's warm body temperature. His shivering body leaned against the rough tree trunk, his body limp helplessly, his breathing shallow.

Joy, worship, fear, awe, obedience and love.

He seemed to possess all the good and docile qualities, but even when faced with the most unknown and potentially dangerous weird existence in the depths of his heart, and even though the other party had provoked and despised him several times, as perhaps Shen Qianluo himself, he could not generate the slightest anger or hostility.

It's like something is missing. Although I subconsciously think that this shouldn't be the case, I inevitably choose to be weak and give in.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, it is gentle, rational and considerate.

If the real Shen Qianluo were faced with the child's current situation, what would he do?

…probably curling his lips in dissatisfaction, snorting coldly. He would never imitate someone just to become someone. Someone accused him of not being Shen Qianluo? No problem, just give him a light beating and see how it works.

Just like the inexplicable young voice in his heart said, he could never be Shen Qianluo...

The child was stunned for a moment.

But isn’t the boy’s hatred and wariness towards others strangely too strong?

He stood up suddenly, but because his mind was beating so fast, he couldn't stand still. Shen Qianluo staggered and fell into the grass, his bright eyes wide open, staring blankly at the vast starry sky.

Did he realize some truth?

The young man said that he was trying to tempt him to take back his body.

"He" is Shen Qianluo?

A thorny guy who is full of sarcasm, sneers with disdain and looks a bit abnormal?

Just him? Impossible.

The child's expression suddenly turned into one of disdain, and he finally had a rare negative emotion of contempt in his heart. He staggered out of the haystack and brushed off the dead leaves stuck to his fur.

Vigilance, hatred, optimism and contempt.

Since he is not Shen Qianluo, it is even less likely that the strange young man is the real Shen Qianluo.

The boy thought so, and recalled that he had been frightened by "him" for no apparent reason for a long time, and he began to feel a little angry.

So that guy was invisibly threatening him! Threatening a little kid!

How can there be such a heartless person!

Shen Qianluo, who had regained some of his rationality, was finally no longer so panicked. He gathered his almost broken heart and hurriedly ran towards Zhongli.

Since they are not Shen Qianluo, or maybe they are all Shen Qianluo, then, then...

The traces of hope and desire, like a cat's claw scratching the heart, bloomed silently like the branches growing wildly in the summer afternoon, in the tender heart that was about to be crushed by scars.

Then, does he, with a young mind and pure good intentions, have the qualifications to be thoroughly scrutinized by him?

The forest at night is actually quite lovely. The fresh breeze took away the fear and sadness between the boy's hair and brows. He was covered in wind and leaves and eagerness as he rushed into the world of lights.

In the pavilions and towers, I found the person I missed so much.

"gentlemen!…"

The eyes were shaking with light, and the words that were about to come out of his mouth were still hesitated.

That night, the lights were bright and dazzling. He sat on the high platform, and he stood at the end of the long street.

The god was bathed in warm light, while the man who was looking up at him with longing for him, held his breath, and the faint light in his eyes was melted away bit by bit into the endless darkness.

The melodious tunes on the stage are just what the god of flute is playing. All the characters can be easily seen, and his golden eyes like the warm sun are filled with yearning.

With his fringe covering his pupils, the boy fell into a long silence.

"He", he, and Shen Qianluo are by no means the same person, and they are even different individuals.

They are defective products surviving in the world and have never been young after all.

At the end of the story, the boy sighed silently, took back his steps, stopped staring at his old friend, turned around and stepped into the fog where no light could be seen.

Let’s not see each other again for now, he thought.

He is not the real Shen Qianluo.

…Just like the boy who seemed like a legend, he was not the real him.