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

It would be a lie to say that there was no pressure in being Shen Qianluo's disguised boyfriend.

Tartaglia felt increasingly overwhelmed.

The calmness with which the young man had casually resigned from his post as the God of Rock made it impossible for him to participate. Even though Shen Qianluo had agreed to a fake relationship, Zhongli's influence on him was still terrifying.

Whether it was the young man who smiled and said he was looking forward to Longlong's reaction, or the Liyue people who were determined to examine him, or Ganyu who firmly believed that Shen Qianluo belonged to the Emperor...

There were too many, too many bonds between them to count, and between him and him there was the gap between God and man. How could he not be worried and sad?

"No quarreling, you two, be good."

Helplessly, he stroked the fur of the two people on the left and right with a smile. Shen Qianluo, who was inexplicably involved in the argument, thought carefully. Tartaglia had fought with Xiao, and now he and Ganyu were not giving in to each other. He didn't know whether he had a destiny with the immortals or not.

But speaking of Xiao, I wonder how the boy is doing now after he was sent out of the spiritual world that day.

Ganyu likes her beloved brother Luo very much, so Xiao should be the same, right?

"If I remember correctly, Ganyu knows very well what it means to like someone?" Shen Qianluo retracted his scattered thoughts and decided to ask for advice humbly. He couldn't help but think of the terrible novel that he had accidentally seen in Ganyu's collection of books that day, and his tone paused for a moment.

"If you want to understand what love is and how to express love, it is better to listen to everyone's opinions."

"Hmm... I like it..." Gan Yu raised her head and thought seriously, "The feeling of being in love with someone you like should be that you can eat together, take walks together, watch the sea in the breeze, and imagine the future together. There will always be a lot of things you want to tell each other. You can also appreciate flowers together, listen to opera together, and even take a bath together and sleep together..."

"However, the most important thing is companionship and longing. When I'm with him, it seems that I don't need to be afraid of anything anymore. Even if we are separated temporarily, each other is still the most important and only one to each other."

Who knows how many strange novels Ganyu has read in recent years. As the girl's clear voice summarized and concluded, Tartaglia listened, holding her hand little by little, and looked forward to living with the boy in the future more and more.

"I will take you to do all the things mentioned above, Qianluo, as long as you..."

But before the hopeful words came out of my mouth, all the turbulent emotions were stuck in my throat, and it seemed that I couldn't say them out no matter what.

The young man lowered his eyes slightly, and his beautiful silver hair covered his eyes, but Tartaglia, who was standing at the closest and most intimate position and distance to Shen Qianluo, could still see the other's expression in the dim light and shadow.

It was a look that was complex, thoughtful, nostalgic, and extremely gentle.

If he chose him, he would definitely take him to realize all the above.

But he forgot... all of the above, he and the god with whom he was most entangled had already done and achieved, leaving countless tenderness behind.

It seemed that no one else would ever be able to set foot in the bond between the two gods, even if it meant burning up all their life's hopes and love.

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But he refused to believe it.

After Ganyu left reluctantly and looking back every few steps, Tartaglia took a deep breath and glanced sideways at the boy who seemed to be thinking about something absent-minded.

Shen Qianluo was held by him the whole time. The boy's hands were delicate and soft, with a slightly cool body temperature, like dewdrops that would break when touched in the morning, and even had a slightly girly feel.

The warmth and touch from the palm of their hand made it seem as if even their breathing was filled with warmth and ambiguousness.

But Shen Qianluo himself did not seem to care much about it, as if it was really as he said, that the 'Brother Duck' whom he affectionately called time and time again was just one of the thousands of people in the world loved by the gods.

The boy can accept the love of all the people in the world with peace of mind, lowering his head and carefully analyzing the meaning of love, as if no matter how eagerly the people around him who deeply love him stare at him, it will not change the warmth in his eyes.

Tartaglia grasped his fingertips, and finally tightened them slightly and slowly.

“…Brother Ya?” Shen Qianluo raised his eyes with a slight feeling of pain, and with a glance, he immediately realized that he had been brought by Tartaglia to the depths of a remote and deserted alley without realizing it.

The orange-haired boy in front of him looked down deeply into his clear eyes, his suppressed breathing becoming deeper and deeper.

When the hand was held tightly and he stepped closer, the boy had to lean his back against the cold wall, looking up at the deep and dull eyes so close to him, and the last distance between them disappeared completely.

"The irrelevant personnel have finally left. Qianluo... now is our time."

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Liyue Harbor seems to be more lively today than ever before.

The streets and alleys were filled with people running around noisily. Zhongli was worried about the boy who ran away from home, so he didn't pay much attention to the commotion outside.

As a god, Shen Qianluo should not be in danger while staying in Liyue Harbor, and the reason why he left was that she never understood his intentions.

…Could that be…the intention?

The boy always blamed himself for not being able to understand and not reacting, but he forgot that he was always curled up under layers of disguise, which was very deep and very good.

His kindness to others and his kindness to himself could easily be confused with those of strangers if one is not careful.

I think he probably cherished him too much, cherished him to the bone, and cherished him madly. Even the slightest possible misunderstanding would make the majestic and powerful god retract the hand he should have extended when facing the enemy, hesitate, stare, and return to the gentleness and calmness as heavy as rock and soil.

So Zhongli, who was full of thoughts, never expected that Hu Tao would grab Kong and Paimon and rush to his door at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. Before she could even catch her breath, she hurriedly shouted at him to open the door.

"Keqing, Keqing, are you there? Something terrible has happened. Your Qianluo has been kidnapped!"

It was just a sentence. The next moment before he finished speaking, Mr. Zhongli, who should have been calm, suddenly appeared in front of the door that had suddenly opened, shocking the three people outside the door. The low air pressure was inexplicably frightening.

"The hall master just said...what happened to Qian Luo?"