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

When the two gods of Teyvat officially declared war, the sky was unknown, the land that no one touched, the miracle that no one controlled. This was the countless time that the boy saw the man's distracted look.

Everything in the world seemed to be displayed before his eyes. His fingertips brushed the edges of the table. He leaned forward and supported himself on the operating table that was glowing with the blue light of the screen. His expression was still indifferent, which others would not understand.

After enduring for a long time, the man in white robes finally spoke up: "The two of you are about to fight, are you really going to ignore them so calmly?"

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head and smiled faintly. His thin figure was outlined in black clothes, and his silver hair was dyed with a bright light. "Just two guys, it's not worth paying so much attention. Just focus on your mission."

Facing the pair of beautiful and extremely warm golden eyes, the man's eyelids twitched: "...I said, no one will cheer for the death of a god. I really don't know whether to call you crazy or horrible, if even the last..."

"Isn't the arrival of a new world more worthy of cheering?" The young man suddenly smiled. When he stood up, his figure was slender and elegant, like pine and bamboo and the rising sun. "Don't worry, they will eventually agree with this only concept."

When he looked back and disappeared, his delicate features were immersed in the dim light of the dusk, and he had a grand vision: "After all, as great as I am, the one I recognize the most in this life is myself."

"Including that person?" In the virtual space cluttered with data cables, the man grabbed the last corner of his clothes that was scattered like the wind before he left, and asked, "Don't hide it from me. You put it there in the end... for him, right?"

"..." The young man was silent for a while, and then he gave a calm laugh with an ambiguous meaning. He threw the helpless gaze of the person behind him who wanted to speak but couldn't speak into the dark room, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

The world finally fell silent, just like the handsome boy with silver hair and golden eyes who never came to visit.

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The scenery after entering the space tunnel is quite spectacular.

At least Shen Qianluo's expression didn't change much. Zhongli looked deeply at this rare scenery. As for Clement and Wan Yan who were following behind him, they widened their eyes in shock and uttered exclamations that sounded like they were gasping for air.

It was a quiet night in the space. The shadows of withered grass swayed across a large area of ​​wasteland. The starry sky above was so vast and empty that it seemed unreachable. The distant mountain fires were dimmed by the silver light of the stars. The only direction further away was -

The silhouette of the ruins of a tall tower stands.

This space is a place of chaos and sharpness. It is the spiritual space of Shen Qianluo.

Zhongli immediately recognized the familiar aura and direction of energy flowing in the space. He glanced at the silent boy and felt even more depressed.

Everyone can clearly perceive the desolation and decay of this space. He can still find the youthful vigor and vitality from the rippling wind, but all the scenery that his eyes fall on seems to be covered with an indelible dark gray.

So quiet...there wasn't even a hint of desire to survive.

What ideals had he lived for?

His thoughts could not help but spread out, and Zhongli still met the boy's gaze as he turned around, and the spear he handed over. Even in the face of a decisive battle, Shen Qianluoqing's smile was still calm and composed, with some of the playfulness and liveliness that only children can have.

"Sir, if you don't have a weapon that suits you, why not use this? I got it by chance, and now I have the wooden flute, which I have put aside for a long time."

He took it and examined it carefully for a moment.

The Black Tassel Spear was well maintained after being sharpened. If weapons were graded, the Black Tassel Spear would have been an ordinary three-star weapon, but now after being maintained, it could be ranked among the four-star weapons. It seems that even if it was a weapon that was shelved, Shen Qianluo would carefully maintain it and occasionally use it to improve his martial arts.

In terms of attributes, it is indeed very suitable for him to use as Zhongli to keep a low profile. It just so happens that he has just stepped down from the position of Rock God, and he has indeed not found a suitable and handy weapon.

Seeing Zhongli take over the Qianluo version of the Black Tassel Spear, Shen Qianluo smiled, turned around and walked leisurely towards the shattered tower, his tone was light and his mood could not be seen: "Let's divide the tasks over there. Sir, you will be responsible for shielding me, as for the fighting, leave it to me."

It seems that Shen Qianluo, with his impressive divine power, was happy to assist the Rock King and increase his damage two thousand years ago, and was the person who assisted him behind the scenes. Morax, with his powerful martial arts, is now willing to open a shield to reduce resistance for the young man and be the person who protects him behind the scenes.

He gazed at his back for a moment. Although the situation was completely opposite to their combination two thousand years ago, Zhongli still agreed.

There never seemed to be much need for questioning between them.

Along the way, sporadic silhouettes of Liyue Xiaoshen's past memories flashed by. The boy walking in front looked at them from time to time, either reminiscing about something thoughtfully, or couldn't help but chuckle and tease the former emperor.

Wan Yan, who was following behind, finally became hesitant to speak. She suddenly saw the truth about the death of the Salt Demon God. After the initial shock, surprise and disbelief, she managed to calm down a little bit and looked left and right at the interaction between the Rock God Morax and the Flute God Qianluo.

Finally, when Shen Qianluo stood in front of everyone in a handsome manner and whispered "step back" without looking back, Mu Xiao suddenly unlocked the dilapidated door of the long-sealed tower and couldn't help but speak.

"No wonder I heard that many people in Liyue were talking about how the God of Rock and the God of Flute were a perfect match. It's true..."

"Yes, Qianluo, you and Mr. Zhongli work so well together that I almost doubt if he is the reincarnation of the God of Rock...Haha, I'm just kidding."

Wanyan and Clement, who were trying to adjust the atmosphere, smiled awkwardly and found that the atmosphere on the scene became even weirder in an instant.

Shen Qianluo seemed to have not expected the heaven-made event that Wan Yan mentioned, and his heart almost missed a beat. When he looked back, not only was his expression dazed, but even the mental space around him that had been kept stable was slightly shaken.

Zhongli noticed his reaction and was also stunned for a moment. Their eyes met in mid-air.