The stone slabs are arranged in a haphazard manner, more like a maze.

The deeper they went, the hazier the fog became. The elusive little black foxes were always hiding in corners, or blending into or clinging to the stone slabs, suddenly attacking when they passed by.

‘Shua——’

The moment he drew his sword, Fengyuan Manye was already somewhat overwhelmed. He tried his best to protect Shen Qianluo behind him, and the red maple blade hummed in the pale white mist.

The depths of darkness were filled with the looming pressure of the devil. Only by staying by the side of the young god could the indescribable feeling of oppression subside.

"Although the maze is large, it also hides ways to break through." On the other hand, Shen Qianluo, who was not in a hurry, had no sense of crisis at all. He crossed his arms and looked calm.

If someone who is familiar with him and Zhongli saw them, they would definitely complain that the kid is becoming more and more like an old man.

So Shen Qianluo poked the wind elf who was shaking his head on his shoulder, signaling for help.

"The battlefield situation is ever-changing, but it is not advisable to focus on fighting alone. 'Anticipate the enemy and win, and calculate the dangers, distances and distances, which is the way of a general.' You are good at using the wind elemental power, and you should be one step ahead to sense the flow that others cannot perceive. Try it, Manye."

"Direction...?" Fengyuan Manye seemed to understand something after hearing it. He took a step back and stood in front of Shen Qianluo, extending his keen perception as far as possible. However, he was a little tired of the little foxes' rapid attacks.

"?~" The next moment, the wind elf who was paddling in the water turned around, and a light wind blew up. The huge eye of the storm suddenly swept in many chirping little foxes.

The black balls of thread, which had no time to escape after failing to hit the target, were caught in the wind, swaying left and right while screaming, and were almost blown into a straight line.

Fengyuan Manye was finally able to pay attention to the wind direction around him, trying his best to eliminate the influence of the eye of the storm. Suddenly, he stared at a certain direction, with surprise and imperceptible joy flashing in his eyes.

"I understand. The direction of the wind element leading to the exit will be slightly different from the dead end. Qianluo, the correct direction is there."

Silently raising the corner of his mouth, Shen Qianluo followed with Longlong in his arms, and from time to time he showed favor to the wind elf who was working listlessly: "Thanks for your care, both of you."

I have to say that the layout of the trial on this level is quite thoughtful. Unlike the crude illusion created by Snow Mountain Du Lin, at first glance, it is a three-dimensional maze with little foxes interfering.

I don't know how many times I rode the wind spirit out of the wind field, and then was pulled down by the human boy after passing through the tortuous passage. Glancing at the increasingly drowsy surroundings and the slightly tired two little ones, Shen Qianluo grabbed Fengyuan Manye's hand, and his clear and warm voice was extremely considerate.

"Let's take a short break in this corner. Judging from the terrain, the next maze may be more difficult, so fighting while exhausted is not a good idea."

“If we stay where we are…” Unfortunately, before the young man, who was worried about being surrounded by the little foxes, could finish his words, he was pulled into a corner by the god, forced to sit down, and watched the other party lift up the dragon in his arms.

The soft dragon tail hangs down in front of your eyes. The fluffy cloud-shaped tail, the soft and cute pads and the smooth fur, you can imagine its excellent feel just by looking at it.

"After being favored all this time, Longlong should also make some contributions."

The next second, a solid rock element shield was deployed with Shen Qianluo as the core, forming a small barrier in an instant. The elegant and majestic pattern was slightly similar to Zhongli's shield, but also seemed different.

Fengyuan Manye was stunned for a moment.

Speaking of which, he was always secretly wondering in his heart...Shen Qianluo's attitude towards Longlong and Zhongli.

If there is no special explanation, the dragon in Liyue naturally represents the fallen (not) rock god Morax. It is said that a bystander sees more clearly. For the people of Liyue, it is obviously not surprising that the people of Liyue and the gods favor the dragon (rock lord).

But that's exactly the problem.

Shen Qianluo's lover is Mr. Zhongli, whom he has never met, and the emotion revealed by the young god at this moment is that he is obviously very fond of Morax. And the Emperor Dragon in his arms is even sent by his lover.

...Would Mr. Zhongli be so generous as to give a pillow to his beloved boy as a lover, which was a gift to another being that he liked?

Fengyuan Manye asked himself, even if the other party was a great god, if he loved Shen Qianluo deeply, he should not be able to give in like this...

The next moment, the boy's eyes trembled slightly. He was frightened by his sudden thought. He hurriedly looked away, his heartbeat accelerating uncontrollably.

What the hell is he thinking about...

How could he so easily question the relationship between the young god and Mr. Zhongli? Perhaps they both loved the Rock King very much, so what was wrong with giving him a dragon pillow as a gift?

…By the way, did he hear the crew members gossiping about Mr. Zhongli being one of the few people in Liyue who hated the Emperor?

In this case, there seems to be no reason to send Longlong a pillow...

The child had a blank look of confusion on his face, his thoughts were tangled like wool, and the knot was even more complicated than the black lines that were bumping around outside the shield.

Finally, a profound summary was made.

Is this the interracial love between a human and a god? It is indeed a pattern that he cannot understand at all...

Therefore, Shen Qianluo, who hugged Longlong and used the magical Mr. Zhongli as an excuse, was able to use the elemental power of rock at will. With just a glance, he found that Fengyuan Manye's expression when looking at him had undergone many subtle changes in a short period of time.

Then it turned into heartfelt surprise and emotion, and he even pinched his chin and nodded to himself.

Shen Qianluo:?

Is this the strange way humans think about jumping? It is indeed a pattern that he cannot understand at all.

"What is Manye thinking about?"

"…I'm just worried, can I really protect you in this dangerous game?"

Suddenly meeting the young man's uneasy gaze, Shen Qianluo was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled softly: "Manye is quite persistent in protecting me."

The young man raised his head seriously and said, "I know you are not good at fighting, so as a warrior holding a long sword..."

"Protecting me is something only Wan Ye can do?"

"…good."

Probably a little confused by the god's question, he noticed the thoughts that flashed across the other's eyes, but he just smiled calmly.

"That's quite my style. But don't question it, and don't doubt yourself. If something is something you must achieve, then you will do it, anywhere in the world, on the rocks and on the ground."

Looking at him with a slight movement in her mind, Fengyuan Manye was still stunned for a long time: "Qianluo... do you have something that is hard to express?"

"Thoughts?... That's an interesting description." Unfortunately, the light in the god's eyes was too dim. Before the young man noticed, he chuckled and stood up to tap his head. "I'm here for something very important to me. If you behave well, I'll tell you."

"As for now, I have a plan for a certain kid who's been stalking us."

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