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

"It is not easy to eliminate lightning, but if we can guide it a little bit and change the direction of discharge, we can eventually shoot the energy back into the sky. It is still possible."

"That being said, what can be used to guide lightning?"

"If the thunderstorm is not resolved, everyone will be buried in the sea..."

Unlike the busy crew members around them, Shen Qianluo and Kong stood in an open space with a Paimon, discussing the matter of guiding lightning.

The young god seemed to be totally unconcerned about this minor thunderstorm. When he glanced to the side, he happened to see Kaedehara Manye who was actively helping everyone.

Although this human child is young, he is the holder of the Eye of God. He has practiced martial arts since he was young and is proficient in swordsmanship. Naturally, he can do many things better and faster than ordinary people.

However, facing the vast power of heaven at this moment, Fengyuan Manye frowned slightly, as if he had vaguely sensed something. He turned back and stared from time to time, his eyes changing slightly.

"Don't worry. How can I allow you to advance without the right tools?" Shen Qianluo took everything in, but said nothing. He turned around confidently and handed out a piece... a black object that looked like a metal headband with a V-shaped protrusion in the middle of the top of the head.

Thinking about a solution·Stupefied·Empty:?

"Hold it, this thing is called the 'Bare-handed Lightning Catching Machine', it is a super powerful artifact, with the power to change the world, and it can naturally guide the direction of discharge easily. There is only one of this in the world, don't lose it."

Paimon: ...?

"Little white machine? But...isn't this headband black?"

Kong's focus was more practical. His expression, which had just been relieved, became strange again, and his brows twitched. "Wait, this little white machine... isn't it meant to be worn on the head?"

The rock material that makes up the headband seems to be filled with a fresh vitality and exudes a powerful divine power, so there is no need to question its functionality.

But...he wants to wear this headband that looks like rabbit ears?

"The higher the altitude, the stronger the effect of the white machine for catching mines with bare hands. The highest altitude that a traveler can reach should be that of Daimao." Shen Qianluo spoke in a low voice, with a serious look on her pretty face.

"I've got to trouble you and Paimon to stand at the highest point, withstand the attack of wind and rain, and save everyone from the water and fire."

"Then where are you going?" Seeing Shen Qianluo turn around and quickly slip away, Kong realized the key point, "Did you make the little white machine?"

"I have more important things to do." The young man paused with his steps clear to his destination. He raised his fingertips to hold the remaining rock elemental power. Without looking back, he spoke in a clear voice with a faint smile, "As for the artifact, I think it was given to me by Ali before I left."

Paimon scratched his head: "Huh? Zhongli still cares about this?"

However, the two soon stopped caring about the worldly troubles of young lovers.

After hesitating for a while, Kong finally put on the white grenade-catching device for his own and everyone else's safety.

The next second, crackling thunder struck down as if it had been positioned precisely. At the moment when the young man tensed up, the thunder was bounced back into the sky by the headband on his head.

There was no physical damage, just a buzzing sensation in the head.

Paimon, who couldn't help but step back in fear, finally understood at this moment why the black headband carrying the skylight was named Little White Machine.

Sora: At that moment, I became light.

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Shen Qianluo was not surprised that Fengyuan Wanye was chasing him. On his side was the dark sea with rolling waves. The young man turned around with Longlong in his arms and looked at him: "What's the matter? Why are you so panicked?"

"Qianluo, did you notice it?" His breath fluctuated slightly. Fengyuan Manye stared at Shen Qianluo's eyes, seeming a little nervous. However, under the calm and composed gaze of the young man, he couldn't help but slow down his body a little. "There is a cold breath..."

"Well, what is it?" He lowered his eyes and interrupted the other party's further speech. Shen Qianluo leaned back slightly, leaning on the wooden hull behind him, and whispered abruptly and with feeling, "Wan Ye, let's play a game."

Maplehara Manyo was startled.

At a time like this...playing games?

But Shen Qianluo's expression was too calm. It seemed that even if the wind and rain were fierce, they could not disturb the edge of his snow-white brocade clothes with gold thread.

“…Okay.” So he didn’t hesitate any longer and took the invitation seriously. “What kind of game is it?”

"Maybe it's a dream that some guys are risking their lives on, or it could be a revenge that will rewrite the starry sky, or maybe it's just a boring prank between old friends." Shen Qianluo whispered word by word, his light voice was warm and pleasant, and no unnecessary emotion could be discerned.

When she turned her eyes to the side, her soft lips curved into a gentle smile, "So, are you willing to participate in such a dangerous game?"

"I..." The atmosphere between the two of them seemed to be silent for a moment as the words fell.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Fengyuan Manye admitted that he was definitely afraid in this sudden moment.

The fact that this matter was worthy of the careless boy taking it seriously must have something to do with gods or even deeper interests.

But at the same time, the person who invited him was that god who was always out of tune and seemed omnipotent.

For what unspeakable reason did he invite him? Did he need his help as a human being? I had just said that I could be the one he could rely on.

He closed his eyes and pressed his chest. When he opened them again, his eyes, like autumn water dripping into a maple forest, were firm and sincere: "Of course. I'm not sure if my presence can help you, but since it's your invitation, I'm happy to be able to play this game with you."

Thanks to the efforts of Kong and Paimon, the Southern Cross had slowly sailed into the core area of ​​the thunderstorm. At the moment when the overwhelming deep purple color swept across the entire ship, Shen Qianluo grabbed the hand extended by Fengyuan Manye.

The deafening thunder made it almost impossible to hear any sound other than the might of heaven, but as the god approached, the boy could still hear the god's quiet and gentle whisper: "I will ensure your safety. Don't be afraid or worried."

"Get ready. Countdown. Three, two, one—"

Suddenly, light, shadow and space twisted, and the sky and the earth spun.