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

Shen Qianluo still slipped away to the Golden House.

The interior of the Golden House is indeed a wonderful place. The ground is covered with golden Mora and the air is filled with a faint fragrance. The edges and corners of the metal texture outline a light golden glow under the dim light, which makes people want to jump in and lie down.

The Golden House of Liyue has an overall calm dark gold tone, and its layout is spacious and grand enough. Every step you take on the ground will create a series of empty echoes.

At least Shen Qianluo still quite likes this kind of atmosphere. As for Zhongli who was slacking off in the Xie Xie Fox Gang Leader election...

Let's just ignore him for now, he's not a problem.

The boy's attention was soon drawn to a dragon deep within the golden room.

It was a sleeping ancestor, with its head slightly lowered, the dragon horns on its head majestic and firm, the naturally radiant light and sharp dragon claws complementing each other. The dragon scales were as solid as stone, with intricate patterns on them, faintly containing the meaning of the Great Dao.

Even when it is still, its figure is still majestic and majestic.

With his fingertips touching the seal of the transparent glass medium, Shen Qianluo's gaze moved away from Longlong and fell on Qianyan Jun who had been lying unconscious beside him for a long time: "I found you."

"I really didn't expect that the person who would find this place in the end would be you, Qianluo." Tartaglia walked up the stairs step by step from behind the boy, her orange hair looking softer and more unfamiliar under the warm light.

The slender fingers wearing half gloves were on guard at his side, but the next second, seeing that there was no one else around the boy, he became concerned and friendly again.

"Are you alone? Liyue may not be peaceful later, so go home quickly. However, if you don't mind, you can also go to us Fatui. I have instructed my men, and they will take care of you."

Shen Qianluo was forced to look up at him instead of looking down at him. He nodded but did not give a clear response. Instead, he asked, "What are you doing here, Brother Ya? To take the Heart of God from the Ancestral Transmutation?"

Tartaglia seemed to be silent for a second. The cold atmosphere disappeared instantly after seeing the innocent gaze of the child. He held his forehead and sighed helplessly: "So, do you want to stop me? To be honest, no matter our past friendship or your appearance, I don't want to hurt you at all."

"Do you have to take away God's Heart?"

"As the eleventh executive officer of the Fatui, I must carry out the will of the Ice Queen."

Meeting Tartaglia's serious gaze, Kamichiro blinked. Just when the executive officer thought he was about to see the boy righteously demonstrate his attitude of protecting the Rock God, he heard the child speak.

"I see, you are a believer in the Ice God."

"That's right..."

"Then Brother Duck can also believe in me."

Dadalia:?

Before he finished speaking, Tartaglia even felt that he almost bit his tongue. Then the next second, he met the boy's pure and clear gaze. His expression finally became extremely complicated. He opened his mouth and asked the doubts that had been buried in his heart until now.

"Qianluo... you are indeed the immortal of Liyue? Or to make a bolder guess, you are... the Xiao God? The Xiao God who disappeared from people's sight after the end of the Demon God War, Qianluo?"

After witnessing the growth and shrinkage of God Qianluo, Tartaglia ruled out the possibility that the boy was a normal human. Thinking of the powerful aura of the young Qianluo and the inexplicable nostalgia in the eyes of the young Qianluo for Liyue, he went back to study the history of Liyue that day.

Among them, the name of Xiao Shen Qianluo caught the eyes of the executive officer directly.

...as well as silver hair, white clothes, love crumbs, and the flute as a weapon.

No matter how you look at it, it seems to be the truth.

Hearing this, Shen Qianluo lowered his eyelashes and looked like he was thinking seriously: "Maybe, I'm not sure."

Oh, yes... this kid has lost his memory.

Tartaglia fell into deep thought. The situation seemed to have suddenly changed from a happy atmosphere to a clash of ideas, and then to a large-scale guessing game.

"However, if Brother Ya can place his faith in me, perhaps I can recover some of my strength and retrieve my lost memories."

"Believe in you? Well... I am grateful for the Queen's grace. No matter what, my belief in the concept will not change. But, if you are really the Flute God of Liyue, Qianluo, what you said is a bit dangerous."

"Is it because I don't want to trick everyone into believing in the Rock God, but to believe in me instead?"

"So you knew that?"

Shen Qianluo nodded seriously, "If I were really the Xiao God, and were a demon god like Lord Emperor, believing in me and him would have different effects... But Brother Ya covets the heart of the Rock God, so he won't believe in him no matter how hard you try."

The executive officer scratched his head and said, "It seems to make sense."

"So why don't you believe in me, a fellow demon god? As my first believer... maybe the first believer, I can give you many things."

"for example?"

"sincere."

Dadalia:?

Perhaps it was because the expression on the other person's face was too wonderful, Shen Qianluo finally relaxed his mind, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes: "If you believe in me, you can be rewarded with a chance to dig out the heart of the ancestral magic god."

After saying this, the kid stood firmly in front of Longlong, as if he was determined not to tell Longlong anything unless he believed me.

Tartaglia suddenly felt that... the sporadic indignant comments about Xiao Shen Qianluo's death in history books were still a bit conservative...

He finally sighed, raised his hand, and held the sharp weapon in his hand: "Sorry, Qianluo, I can't change my beliefs. It's meaningless to stop me. Why not take this opportunity to continue our unfinished duel."

The boy raised his eyebrows slightly, and then called out the wooden flute, with an unstoppable edge: "As you wish?"