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

Made for each other. This phrase can mean a lot.

For example, the matching of identities, the matching of personalities, and even the resonance of souls, and the place where there is no place to place emotions.

...It was beyond Shen Qianluo's expectation that some Liyue people would look upon them in this way.

In fact, he had never thought about these things. For the young master of Sky Island, the matter of feelings had never been touched upon and was not well understood.

He can gently pull Shen Qianqiao to make the children happy, or he can accept the beliefs and aspirations of all living beings with peace of mind, and take the glory that belongs to him with a calm and warm smile.

He could even mingle among the fairies, have wild ideas from time to time, and fool the little bird fairies who have not yet grown up, treating everyone as his companions in a conspiracy, causing chaos and making everyone helpless.

He can also regard Wendy as a rare friend, and Tartaglia as a reliable human being who likes and cares for him... He can show many different attitudes to many people, but, but...

He once thought that he and Zhongli were just two leaders with different paths but similar goals. They could go through thousands of difficult years side by side, but the brilliant endings they would eventually have were destined to be very different.

They should be like this.

I don't know if it can be considered that the two of them met and understood each other time and time again, the rare mutual appreciation and familiarity between leaders among millions of people. When Shen Qianluo suddenly realized that they were clearly two destined parallel journeys, he could no longer see the distance between them.

What kind of relationship do they have? The word "friends" alone seems to be unable to describe the thousands of years of history, time and emotions between the two leaders.

So, they are naturally more than friends, and...

As her eyelashes fluttered, she looked away. The warmth of Zhongli on the back of her neck was still faintly hot. Shen Qianluo, who had never been exposed to this kind of thinking mode, felt her heartbeat speed up for no reason. She was already a little at a loss, but when she glanced at Zhongli's calm reaction, it seemed...

Have you heard of this saying before?

Well, someone who enjoys leisurely wandering in this world and loves to drink tea and watch plays must have heard such speculations from his people more than once.

So, what exactly is his idea...?

Shen Qianluo became a little nervous without realizing it. He pretended to be calm and quickly shifted his gaze back to Zhongli's face. Finally, he waited for Longlong's answer.

"Don't take it too seriously. It's just a saying among the people of Liyue. The diversity of opinions is also a reflection of cultural diversity."

Longlong saw the unnatural look in the child's eyes for a moment, and immediately said considerately that he didn't care about these rumors, and tried to persuade Shen Qianluo not to think too much about it.

Shen Qianluo: ...

He suddenly...

There was another faint urge to pull Longlong over and bite him viciously.

So he really didn't think much about it at all!?

"Sir, but..." Shen Qianluo, who felt a little angry for no reason, opened his mouth to say something, but was stunned for a moment.

Zhongli's words didn't seem to be wrong, so why should I feel ashamed... or even a little regretful?

The child felt that his little brain must be overloaded today.

Finally, he turned around and looked at the tower with a tired look on his face. As for the humans behind the two gods, they had already huddled together for warmth and dared not say a word, their two pairs of big eyes filled with confusion.

Putting aside the tangled emotions in his heart for the moment, the boy's expression became serious as his silver hair fell behind him in the wind. The wooden flute in his hand emitted a faint glow, but he suddenly turned around and lightly tapped the air in front of Clement and Wanyan.

Invisibly, the wind carried the faint heat and lifted up the two people.

"Hey, hey, hey? What are you doing?" "Xiao Shen you?"

"That's enough for the opera, you two. Just treat it as a rather absurd dream."

But the boy smiled faintly at them, and the hazy light and shadow shattered into thousands of magnificent weirdness. At the last moment of the light, one could only glimpse from afar the quiet arc slightly outlined at the corner of his mouth under the light and bright silver hair.

It's like a god descending to earth.

"Now, it's time to wake up from the dream."

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The body that was forcibly suppressed was still trembling slightly. The boy was panting, his curled fingertips almost pierced his palms, and the smile that could not be seen in his eyes was joyful and crazy.

"There are some of his things left on the tower. Ha, how hard can you try to defeat me in this battle?"

The sound of footsteps behind him made him suppress his uncomfortable attitude for a moment. When he turned around, he met Xiao's gaze: "I told you that walking on the top floor would disturb my progress. Xiao, how can I ask you to compensate me?"

As he spoke with a faint smile, the young man leaned against the rusty railing of the long-disrepaired tower (please do not imitate this dangerous action~), crossed his arms across his chest, and even his expression was hidden in the shadow of his black hood.

It makes the thinness of the figure and the whiteness of the arms more prominent.

Strangely enough, Qian Xiaoluo, the boy who regained his memory, is now more mature and steady, while the boy in front of him, who seems to be about to be dispersed at any time, is frivolous and proud, full of youthfulness.

Xiao's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously wanted to look at the boy's injured hand, but was immediately blocked by his blind spot.

"It's meaningless to invite us to the spiritual world but not even see each other. Let us help you. I see that even the old man is here, so we should also have a sense of crisis."

Wendy's brisk voice came from outside the door. The next second, the boy blinked playfully and leaned out, "Hey?"

"Lord Zhongli..." Xiao's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Venti with a hesitant look.

As expected, Wendy responded with a happy and relaxed expression.

So Xiao stood there, feeling hesitant and conflicted again.

The young man crossed his arms over his chest, glanced around, and chuckled as if nothing had happened, but the trembling of his fingertips became increasingly uncontrollable: "Now, even I can't hide the eye contact."

"Xiao is too nervous, isn't he?" Wendy smiled and moved closer to the boy, acting like a good friend. "Just treat it as a game, and let us see Qianluo's strength, isn't that perfect?"

The young man finally lowered his eyes slightly, and at this moment of sighing, he couldn't suppress the burning pain that filled his breathing: "But I guess, now you are willing to stay by my side..."

When he raised his eyes, he once again pulled away, his posture calm and proud as before, "But no one wants me to win against him. After all, he is well-intentioned, he is the people's choice, and he is the one that everyone hopes for. So I can only kill him with malicious intent, or..."

"So Qianluo is upset about this." Catching the angry boy, Wendy finally smiled. "I think both of them are very cute. Give me both, I want them all, okay?"

"Wendy...Brother?" The boy shook his aho-god face in surprise and tried to shake him off. Unexpectedly, Xiao launched an attack from the other side and pulled the man who was enduring the pain over.

Wendy came up to him with a smile: "Don't be shy, Qianluo, be bold~"

"What's so bold?" Finally, the malicious version of Shen Qianluo was sandwiched between the two people and froze.