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

"He's not coming back."

The young man still chuckled, as if he was answering Xiao's request, but also as if he was an announcement to himself.

As he slowly stood up, his clothes fluttered in the autumn wind. "I am also a split individual from him. When you questioned me, you didn't hesitate for long."

"I'm not questioning..." Xiao opened his mouth slightly, staring at the boy's mocking and lonely expression. In his heart, he inexplicably felt the unconcealable sadness and indignation emanating from those eyes.

It seemed to tear apart the rare comfort in his lonely life.

"Qianluo." Xiao couldn't help but breathe faster, and subconsciously took a step closer to him, "This is not a denial, I just hope..."

"Hope that person will come back?" The next second, anxious eyes suddenly fell into those clear eyes like autumn water. Shen Qianluo stared at him, and the fleeting sadness had already been drowned in the other party's calm expression.

Xiao's voice choked in his throat and he opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

His boy took the initiative to touch him.

Without pushing or pulling with force, Shen Qianluo just stared at him, with her slender and smooth fingertips full of condescending tenderness, as if she was expecting to gently rub his soft cheek.

The reflection in his eyes was like warm lake water, showing the young immortal's surprised and slightly embarrassed expression.

Of course, the rare initiative was broken at the touch. Shen Qianluo withdrew his gentle hand in the next second, turned around as if he was tired of something, and said in a lazy voice without much emotion: "I don't want to forgive you. There is no possibility that he will come back. If you have too much expectation, you will be the only one disappointed."

But the eyes that should have been lively probably lost interest in the end, or they were too disdainful to continue pretending.

Xiao looked at the boy's back, wanting to say something but stopping himself several times, the look of loss and reluctance on his pretty face could no longer be concealed.

If the momentary touch was Shen Qianluo's unspoken retention, and the sudden departure was his pride that he could not give up, the young man who never dared to appear in front of his old friend easily, what was left after his casual denial?

"Is it impossible to reconcile?"

"Don't question my judgment."

"I... can help."

"You are always thinking about that person."

Xiao followed him closely, and the two of them asked and answered each other. One insisted on showing concern, while the other kept refusing. Just when the boy, with his back to Xiao, gradually lost his patience and decided to slip away, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Shocked, Shen Qianluo seemed to subconsciously want to look over, but stopped the urge to look back, and said with a faint smile, or perhaps mockery: "What does this mean?"

"..." Xiao was silent, and slightly increased the force of holding him. The pair of eyes that had been warm and indifferent for thousands of years now revealed a persistence that no one had ever seen, including the urgency and tenderness that was only directed at the people who cared the most.

"I care about him. But you are a part of him, and I...will never sit idly by while you are sad."

The young man, with his back to everyone, was slightly stunned.

He seemed to want to say something, but when the words reached his lips, they suddenly turned into a light laugh: "…If this is your request, I will agree to it with reluctance."

"Qianluo..." He was finally moved a little when he was nervous. Xiao grabbed the young man and didn't let go, but unexpectedly, Shen Qianluo suddenly turned around and pulled him in front of him without any preparation.

The pleasant fragrance wrapped around the breath of another person suddenly came to his face. Shen Qianluo smiled brightly, and his lips under the shadow of his bangs quietly moved to Xiao's ear. His low voice was warm and extremely joyful: "Why don't you leave with me?"

Xiao was stunned.

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All the wonderful contents mentioned above are the details of how Beichou, not so at a loss, looked at Zhongli who arrived a step late and reported that Shen Qianluo had abducted Xiao and both of them were missing.

Of course, what Zhongli was holding in his arms was still a young Shen Qianluo who was unconscious, breathing uncomfortably and frowning anxiously.

No matter how hard you try, it won't get warm, just like... a corpse will eventually become cold little by little as time goes by.

Resting his forehead against the other's slightly cold brows, Zhongli lowered his eyes slightly, with full of worry and heartache in his eyes.

He could clearly sense that the boy's soul, which was already unstable, was now torn in half. The endless pain and the almost insane madness were enough to drive any god crazy.

The young Shen Qianluo seemed to be completely unconcerned. He knew that both parties with their souls torn apart would only share the pain, and he was unwilling to share a body with each other again.

...He always treats himself like this, extremely cruelly.

In fact, what made him blame himself the most was that he was always one step late. Time and again, Shen Qianluo, who was extremely exhausted and even self-harmed, was excluded from the plan without any prior agreement.

With a heavy sigh, Zhongli carefully wrapped the boy in a warm embrace, his eyes silently cast in a certain direction not far away.

Now that things have come to this, he should take the initiative to find and recover the boy he had lost outside of his soul.

Probably sensing a familiar breath, the child in his arms' eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes with a pale face, and looked up at Zhongli's face in embarrassment and daze.

Her fingertips tightly grasped the shirt on his chest, her voice trembling slightly, suffering from the heart-wrenching pain: "Sir..."

The boy barely managed to utter two words. It seemed that he had lost the strength he had accumulated for a long time. He leaned on his chest, and under his eyelashes, which were drooping unbearably, there was a flash of broken tears. "It hurts..."

His pain was like a knife piercing his heart, stirring up a heart-wrenching wave. Zhongli suppressed his emotions and finally made a decision. After signaling to Bei Chou with his eyes, he suddenly embraced Shen Qianluo and walked towards his bedroom.