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

The soul struggled to wake up after a burning sleep, the soul split and clashed and then pieced together and merged, and after a short rest for the soul to recuperate, it attacked with all its might. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Shen Qianluo's current condition is extremely terrible.

pain…

The already choked breath seemed to be paused by the sudden pain. Hot blood fell from the sky. Shen Qianluo raised his arms with difficulty, and he didn't even have time to pay attention to his body that was pierced.

The air on both sides of his body whistled wildly at this moment, and just before he was grabbed by the dragon's claws and hit the rock, he firmly grasped the dark white dragon fang that was close at hand.

Nibelungen really took the bite without hesitation.

However, he was not surprised that Shen Qianluo was not so easily eaten.

"That hurts, Satsuma."

The burning wounds almost set the god's body on fire, and the chill from his shattered soul spread from his bones. Shen Qianluo took a breath in pain, and with his trembling fingertips he quietly exerted force, and finally pushed away the dragon head that was biting him.

Fortunately, Nibelungen did not have bad breath, otherwise, wouldn’t he have become the first son of heaven to be blinded by the enemy’s bad breath and die tragically in the dragon’s belly?

With a subtle thought, the boy's other hand was still tightly grasping the sharp dragon claws that had pierced his body. Nibelungen's attack was quite powerful, and all three claws pierced into his flesh and blood, and then pierced through his back and deeply into the cold rock.

His slightly messy hair was scattered under his body. He looked up and stared into the huge dragon pupil, maintaining a steady and calm tone. The bright red blood flowed through his fingers, staining his pure white clothes red.

"If I want to leave, I can activate the power of space at any time to escape this crude imprisonment. Nibelungen, you can't catch me."

The wounded Dragon King sprayed hot air, unmoved: "But I guess you don't have the strength to teleport again."

Shen Qianluo snorted in silence: "... You are seriously injured, so you don't seem to be qualified to speculate about me."

The dragon and the god glared at each other. The Dragon King secretly tried to punish the other, while Shen Qianluo became more and more unforgiving in his words, and even smiled lightly to mock him.

"I've said it before, Nibelungen, I never deny the mistakes I made. Justice forced me to join the war, and in order to protect myself, I chose to sacrifice the dragon clan. This is my selfishness - but Lord Dragon King, you and I are birds of a feather, so there's no need to think too highly of yourself."

"What a joke! When did I become someone as cold-hearted as you?"

The boy raised his lips and stopped looking at him. He even turned his head to the side, aimlessly casting his gaze to the more distant place: "Did the abyss and taboos you brought back really benefit the surviving dragons after the war?"

The pressure changed slightly, and Nibelungen narrowed his eyes slightly, with an extremely dangerous look: "You want to say something wrong about me?"

"Of course." Unexpectedly, Shen Qianluo chuckled and generously admitted the accusation against him even though he was under the control of the dragon. "Heavenly Law chose to attack and kill in order to seize control of the world. This is our fallacy."

“But that was a war between kings.” The floating tone of the words suddenly became solemn. Shen Qianluo turned his head and looked up at the Dragon King. He had a smile on his face, but the light in his golden pupils was aloof and indifferent.

"Heaven and I defeated you and the seven dragon kings, but pardoned the remaining tens of thousands of innocent dragon people. Do you know the reason?"

Caught off guard, the Nibelungens were stunned.

"It is true that the dragon race has gone from being the masters of the world to being a species inferior to humans. Even the gods who are high above cannot understand the revenge of their race. But Nibelungen, you chose to embrace the abyss."

The clear golden eyes reflected the helpless expression of the Dragon King. The god spoke softly and smiled faintly. When he gently extended his hand, his fingertips lightly touched the confused king. "In fact, in the final analysis, those in power are just mean and selfish villains."

"You ignored the casualties of your people and their barely stable lives and resolutely launched a war in the name of justice, just to regain your power to control the world."

"For a game that only kings love."

The solidified dragon pupils suddenly shrank at this moment, and the next second, with a "puff", the scream of broken blood exploded close to the chest.

Green rushed, tinting in his ears, through the large area of ​​flying blood mist, Nibelungen stared blankly at the boy who was flying away quickly...

No, it should be said that he was shot through the heart and kicked away by a sudden and strong force. The god who should have been lying on the ground stood up slowly and straightened his brocade clothes that were ravaged by dust.

The familiar green flew in front of him and was steadily taken by the white fingertips, rubbing against the god intimately, emitting strong light excitedly, circling and buzzing around the long-lost master.

“Shen Qianluo…” The heart that was almost blown to pieces felt suffocating and dizzy. The Dragon King rolled on the ground in a panic, his blood mixed with the mud, full of miserable sadness, “Shen Qianluo! Shen Qianluo!!!”

He fell from the sky to the dust again. This seemingly sudden blow almost completely crushed the king's arrogance. With his eyes wide open like crazy, the Dragon King roared the name of his mortal enemy over and over again. His voice was trembling, almost tinged with a bloody wail.

"From the beginning to the end, Zhu Xiao has never been out of your control!? Are you kidding me?——"

He stared at the boy with extremely indifferent eyes with burning eyes, and breathed with burning pain, "Everything I planned, from the beginning, was just a part of your plan!?"

In the end, he sighed softly, hung the bamboo flute and the wooden flute on his slender waist, propped up his body that was trembling slightly due to pain, and looked straight at the Dragon King: "So, what kind of answer do you expect me to give?"

The young man with silver hair and golden eyes looked at him. His voice was very light and faint, as if he was extremely tired. He said something that the Dragon King could never imagine, "Nibelungen, I am no longer the young master."

When Morax, the wind elves and Maplebara Manye returned to the ground as quickly as possible and hurried back again, what he witnessed was this scene.

"I...I don't believe it! How could any god voluntarily give up the position of justice within reach... and rebel against justice? Shen Qianluo, are you kidding me again? I will never believe a word you say again!"

With a loud bang, Morax took the incredulous and crazy attack of the Dragon King with one hand. At the last moment when the boy's eyes darkened and he wanted to teleport, he hugged him in time. In his slightly opened eyes, the dragon pupils were clearly visible.

"Everything he said was true."