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

Having been dealing with the game of various major forces for many years, Shen Qianluo is by no means a man without vision.

Perhaps even more so, he has an extraordinary ability to control other people's emotions. Through careful observation and feeling, he can judge and determine what attitude and skills he should use to deal with what kind of communication partner.

As a teenager, he knew a lot of information about many people and things, so he was always making trouble, yet always kept a long distance from others. He adjusted his coping mode all the time, so he was never annoyed by others and was even quite well-received and liked.

As a child, he was not yet proficient in such techniques and distances, but relying on instinct, even though he did not understand emotions other than faith, he could sense Zhongli's sudden and uncontrollable strong sense of possession and aggression.

For example, the other party's golden diamond-shaped dragon pupils staring at him, and the dark and deep gaze.

He provoked Longlong to have some aggressive behavior, but perhaps that alone was not enough to frighten him. What made Shen Qianluo even more confused and bewildered was actually his own reaction.

It is the throbbing and waves that spread from the bottom of the heart, like wild grass brushed by a heat wave, rustling slightly, but almost impossible to ignore.

Whenever I think back to the heat of the lock, the pain of the bones being torn and bitten, the electric shock-like pain, the strong chest of that person, the warm arms that embraced me, and the strong breath that filled my nostrils like the elegant fragrance of a gentleman...

Shen Qianluo blew up Daimao on the spot.

The sound of my heartbeat was like a never-ending drumbeat, and my cheeks started to feel hot for no apparent reason.

It was like a rock-warm emotion being suddenly thrown into a burning fire, and the light that flashed by in that instant trembled.

He could act calm and friendly to anyone, except Zhongli. Perhaps it was the rare resonance between leaders, as well as the recognition and harmony of souls, that he could not bear to face the gaze of those golden pupils and bury his true self under disguise.

…Just calm down.

The boy pursed his lips and let his bangs droop slightly, holding his throbbing chest and trying his best to calm down. He let his hair drip with water and placed himself in the shadow widened by the light.

And then, as expected, at this moment, I heard a light and casual laugh from the bottom of my heart.

"You have been exploring a field that even Shen Qianluo dared not touch for a long time. Ha, I don't know whether I should praise you or laugh at you."

After a moment of stunned silence, the boy half-closed his eyes, and his breath became much more stable after regulating his breathing: "It's a rare opportunity for you to come out, but you just say some jokes? Shrink back and squat, there is no place for you to talk here."

"So fierce." The young man just laughed, still showing a slightly indifferent attitude, still showing contempt, "My strength has been restored, but I have become boring. You and I are gradually merging, which is not something to be happy about."

With his arms folded, Shen Qianluo half-raised his eyebrows: "It just so happens that I have been annoyed with you for a long time."

"Hmph, you and I are worthy of being parts of the same person." The young Shen Qianluo let out a seemingly quiet sigh, probably because he had finally put the young child in a position of equal hostility, the frivolous smile in his tone quietly became less friendly.

"However, matters that are worth my involvement are not trivial. Do you really think that Shen Qianluo never touched the dragon horn back then? Is it just that he couldn't find a chance to do it because of his height?"

The boy who was about to kill someone was stunned for a moment: "?"

One could tell at a glance that the kid must have been going through a fierce ideological struggle in his mind. The young man Shen Qianluo seemed to be supporting his head, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal an arc of indifference and excitement.

"Curious?"

“…No, absolutely not.”

"really?"

"…If you want something from me, just tell me. What are your intentions?"

The young god Qianluo snorted, with a hint of superior joy and ridicule: "How about exchanging control of the body? Let me go out for a while, and I will tell you the truth about the dragon horn through fragments of my memories."

The boy's eyes finally darkened with vigilance: "The purpose has been exposed."

"It's so obvious that it's not worth denying."

Shen Qianluo fell silent, and the young man's voice seemed to be very aware of how much time the other party needed to think, so he stopped talking nonsense.

As expected, the boy's cat-like curiosity about the unknown finally overcame his little brain.

He is now the legitimate owner of this body, and the brief exchange of control cannot shake his position.

After thinking for a moment, he made a decision immediately, but Shen Qianluo did not give his body to him right away. He still stood quietly in the darkness and raised his hand to touch the other person's forehead.

The dim light erodes the corner at the end of the corridor, the air silently floats away the dust particles, and the scratches of time are engraved in the slightly old corridor.

"I agree to your request." Looking straight into the darkness that seemed to hide unknown confusion and fear, Shen Qianluo raised the corners of his mouth gently, and his quiet voice revealed a proud and quiet tone.

As she looked down with her eyelashes drooping, her golden pupils that could not be looked directly at were like the reflection of the blazing sun, a mixture of pity and indifference that made one more willing to indulge than any other gaze.

"But I warn you, don't use my body to do anything illegal. Otherwise..."

“I will be angry.”