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

The wind in late autumn is quite bleak.

When Shen Qianluo packed up and walked out of the house, the loose collar was blown by the cold wind, and the collarbone was slightly painful under the squeeze of the cold air. He raised his hand to push his hair behind his ears to make his appearance not too messy.

“…It’s so cold.”

The young man lowered his eyes and muttered something, then couldn't help but touch the deep red wound that was transmitting his perception all the time. He casually put one hand in his pocket, his posture was clearly lazy, yet full of elegance and pride.

He was finally able to get out of his physical distress and breathe some fresh air.

Of course, what was stolen was the clothes in Zhongli's bag, which were dark brown in color, with the belt swaying in the wind. The size was still too big, and the cuffs were still rolled up several times.

He was naturally Shen Qianluo, and the younger boy was also Shen Qianluo. Naturally, they disliked each other and attempted to seize the final control when they truly merged.

After all, with Shen Qianluo's ambition, probably every soul would be tainted with that little bit of it.

However, what really made the young man unhappy and even disdainful was the unquestionable instructions, which could be regarded as an order, left behind in the gaze of the truly complete Shen Qianluo before he left.

This was something he really couldn't understand. It was obvious that a great god who had laid out such a huge plan would go to such lengths for certain people and certain things.

He also gave him the mission objectives, trying to make arrangements for him clearly.

As a god, he also covets Longlong's huge amount of faith. Since he wants it so much, why not just eat him?

Even if, even if I spared him for the sake of our friendship, if I caught Zhongli and locked him in a small dark room, and forced him to bite me, he would definitely not be able to resist me.

Shen Qianluo is a god who is second only to one man and above everyone else. Is there anything he wants that he cannot get?

The young man pouted with a worried look on his face, and then he floated to the top of the tree. He leaned against the trunk, put one leg up, and let his left leg hang naturally, looking down at the world with his chin propped up.

The overly long robe swayed along the branches. From a distance, it looked like a decent boy who had stolen adult clothes and went out to have fun.

The scenery of Dihuazhou is very beautiful. The river network crisscrosses the vast land, and the water is everywhere. When birds take off from the water, the lake surface reflecting the sky ripples, just like the mountains and rivers in the fantasy are disrupted by water drops, leaving only the shadows of grass leaves swaying in the wind.

When was the last time you were here in person?

The young man had been sleeping for too long, and he could not remember clearly. If he had not been startled by Shen Qianqiao's unexpected change, he would have continued to sink into this rare lazy sleep and rest for a few more days.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he noticed the soul behind him, which had quietly reached the brink of life and death like a drop of water falling into a lake. He chuckled quietly without looking back: "You're back? Long time no see."

The middle-aged man seemed surprised by the boy's return. He coughed and cleared his throat repeatedly. His slightly widened eyes revealed a bit of cautious disbelief: "You are... Qianluo? Is it really you? Are you... back?"

Even his wandering soul was a little blurred because of the turbulent mood. The man tentatively raised his arm, wanting to touch the corner of his clothes, but hesitated and withdrew his hand as if he was afraid of a fragile work of art.

Including swallowing the words that he was about to say, "Are you and the Emperor... on good terms now?"

Shen Qianluo sighed softly, raised his hand and called for Mu Xiao: "I really never expected that after leaving that year, someone as life-conscious as you, Biubiu, would make such a choice. Your body turned into rock...your soul turned into a blessing that never fades away?"

"It was a long time ago." Beichou waved his hand and smiled, his big white teeth shining against his dark skin. "Come to think of it, I drew a lot of strength from that kid Marcosius for this decision. By the way, what's he like now...?"

"He's doing pretty well. It just so happens that the emperor passed away this year, and he was a big shot who read the condolence letter in public during the Immortal Ceremony."

“??? Wait a minute? The Emperor is dead?! What is a letter of condolence?” 2G Network Beichou widened his eyes and typed a dozen question marks in panic.

Glancing sideways at him, the boy probably saw something out of the corner of his eye, but he still smiled with the corner of his mouth raised: "If he wants to retire, he will naturally have to put on a show. It's rare to meet each other, so don't always say boring things. Why not listen to me play a tune?"

"Okay, I haven't listened to music in a long time." Reassured, Bei Chou laughed and sat casually on the ground, leaning back lazily, like a dying beast, gazing at the sunset scenery.

After closing his eyes slightly, the slight breeze followed the hair on the boy's forehead and flew across the wider sky.

Only when he plays the flute, Shen Qianluo's expression will really sink in. His flute sound always gives people a kind of desolate and distant feeling, like a bird flying into the sky, which is perfectly interwoven with the young man's calm and composed expression, which shows how flamboyant the god was in the past.

To comfort the broken, tired, and suffering souls.

Bei Chou was of course thinking about Marcosius. Every time his soul returned, he would sneak into the busy market and take a glance at him.

It's a pity that the reunion of old friends should have been a joyous scene, but for them, one had lost his memory and the other had a broken soul, so they ended up passing each other by, bound by the loneliness in the world.

Of course, they always live together on the land they love so much. Thinking of this, they don't feel so sad anymore, and all they can do is smile.

"..." And in the corner of the shadow, Xiao, who was squatting quietly in the bushes, finally lowered his head slightly and held down Xiao Ming, who had calculated the time to sneak out to play with the limited-time edition of Bichou, and a rare and unnatural guilty expression appeared on his face.

Sure enough, he was discovered again.

I was looking for Xiao Ming in the suburbs and bringing him home, but I suddenly sensed Shen Qianluo's presence in the wind, so I immediately saw the young man from afar. I was excited but didn't know how to meet him, so I had to stay in the bushes, and then I was discovered by others...

As early as more than two thousand years ago, when Xiao, who was still a teenager, first entered the fairy family, he would occasionally hide in the treetops and secretly glance at Shen Qianluo, but was soothed by the boy's flute music while chatting and laughing, and since then, such a subtle and secret observation has existed between them.

And this time... this time after a thousand years...

Trying his best to distinguish the warm and extremely familiar aura that belonged to another person and was wrapped around the young man, Xiao wanted to say something but stopped himself countless times. He pursed his lower lip and took the initiative to walk out of the overly dark shadows.

In the autumn wind blowing through his sleeves, the young man playing the flute opened his eyes. The treetops and leaves were covered in a cool and refreshing color. He cast his eyes towards the face of the immortal under the tree, and raised a nonchalant smile: "Can't you bear it today?"

The dim sunset gave the earth a light warmth, and Xiao's cold eyes, looking up at him, were also dyed with orange light. The breeze passed over the clumps of wild reeds, and Shen Qianluo jumped down gracefully, with a tone of casual ridicule that was quite erratic and complacent.

"I haven't seen you, Brother Luo, for a long time, right? Let me take a look. You have grown up a lot~"

Before he could finish his words, he accidentally stepped on his overlong robe when he landed and fell to the ground.

…The world is dead silent.