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

Finally, he caught the young man in his arms. Zhongli was worried about aggravating Shen Qianluo's injuries, so he was extremely gentle and careful.

The first feeling when I took it in my hand was that it was completely cold and there was no sense of temperature at all.

...It turned out to be too much of a stretch.

Perhaps he is the only god in the world who knows the full state of Shen Qianluo's soul, so he knows better than anyone how much difficult-to-heal trauma this war will bring to the young man.

Finally, the pity in his eyes faded away, and Zhongli's expression darkened. He put one hand around the young man as gently as possible to provide him with strength to support his body, and with the other hand, he wielded his spear with murderous intent, and made a series of attacks with his strong strength to temporarily force back the Nibelungen.

The dazzling golden light cut through everything in his sight, and he immediately took the opportunity to check Shen Qianluo's injuries...

The wrist was grabbed.

"..." The boy in his arms was stubborn for some reason. He lowered his head slightly and didn't look at him. He held his hand tightly and refused to let him touch it. He even swung his feet and swayed his body left and right to try to escape from the warm arms.

After hesitating for a full second, Zhongli still tentatively asked softly: "Qianluo?"

The next second, it was as if there was a little fox with its fur standing on end.

"I am not Qian Luo. Let go. Who allowed you to touch the great young master so wantonly?"

Zhongli was silent for a second.

Afterwards, when the great young master was injured and losing a lot of strength, he calmly held the boy's hand with his backhand, firmly controlled his violent movements, and continued to check his injuries.

Shen Qianluo:?

Fortunately, even though the boy was seriously injured, his instinctive sense of danger still drove him to avoid the fatal part at the last moment. But the hideous wound was still piercing, and three bloody holes tore the body from front to back.

The pain made him tremble slightly involuntarily, but he had to purse his pale lips to suppress his weak posture.

And then, the next moment when the divine power barely stopped the bleeding, the young man still fiercely threw him away, whooshed away and escaped far away.

He put his hood back on and muttered, "The traitorous Longlong..."

“Qianluo, there’s no need to do this. I…” Feeling a little helpless at the boy’s reaction, Zhongli was about to persuade him, but his peripheral vision changed slightly, and at that moment when Guanhong whistled out and attacked—

Shen Qianluo suddenly dodged and attacked first, fiercely knocking away Nibelungen's sneak attack.

Nibelung:?

The Dragon King, who unfortunately fell into the trap and tried to cheer himself up to attack again but was knocked away again, was obviously not convinced. He supported his black and red dragon body that was already soaked in blood and roared fiercely.

He then met the dragon eyes of Zhongli who stood in front of Shen Qianluo in time.

"You guys..." After falling to the ground for the nth time and failing in his attack, Nibelung was nothing more than a remnant soul preserved from the Burial Fire Battle. His breath was getting weaker and weaker, and his unwilling and angry mood completely collapsed. "Damn it! It's really damned!"

He was eventually beaten by Zhongli, who had a steady and strong aura. For some reason, Shen Qianluo, who was angry, intervened from time to time to control the situation. Even the soul power as powerful as the Dragon King was weakened and became weaker with each battle without suspense.

As he collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, Nibelungen looked dazed, his majestic eyes were sad, and even his huge body had shrunk a lot, even to the size of a mere human.

"Now, you even need to resort to sneak attacks and siege tactics to defeat my remaining soul..." Nibelungen stared at the boy slowly falling from the sky with weak breathing, his eyes complicated, "Could it be that you really fought with Tianli and got injured again?"

"There's no need to attack. I can defeat you." Shen Qianluo corrected the inexplicable details without paying any attention to Zhongli standing beside him. He said calmly, "I have already told you the truth. Whether you believe it or not is your own choice."

"But, for the many gods who denied me..." He said, then changed the subject, raised his eyes slightly, revealing his golden pupils under the shadows, "I have never been willing to be merciful."

The Nibelungs were silent.

A pair of dry pupils covered with blood mist stared deeply at the god's aloof face, "So, you look so tired and don't care about anything now... Isn't it because you lost to the law of nature and experienced the first failure in your life, so you can't recover?"

“…?” Caught off guard, Shen Qianluo choked.

Immediately afterwards, under the increasingly strange gaze of the Dragon King, he suddenly snorted, raised his hand and sent down divine power. Together with Zhongli, who was worried that he would consume too much power and took action immediately, he activated the rock elemental power and locked Nibelungen, whose words had not yet been churned out, in the depths of the rock prison.

Nibelung: ...

"Ignorant." With his arms folded across his chest, Shen Qianluo coldly commented on the tragic imprisonment of the Dragon King. His eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly realized a problem.

After locking the biggest threat in the arena into a cage, he seemed to be facing Longlong behind him, who always helped him and never made too many comments, but just stared at his back deeply?

The young master also fell into a depressing silence.

After a pause of nearly several seconds, he finally chuckled softly, raised his hand to lower his hood, and his voice was full of hostility.

"You have witnessed it yourself. I am not a kind god. I have killed many dragons. You are also a dragon. Shouldn't you join forces with the Nibelungen to rebel?"

Hearing this, Zhongli shook his head slightly and whispered, "I have said similar things many times. I will never attack you, Qianluo, this is a promise."

Shen Qianluo suddenly chuckled, his tone revealing the full boundaries of his enemy's identity: "Then I agree. Ah Li, the promises we made in the past can be thrown out of the window in front of a traitor. I allow you to break your promise. Kill me quickly and eliminate the harm for the people in a just way. I will not resist."

The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat. Zhongli seemed not to have expected Shen Qianluo's stubborn reaction. The brief silence made the boy's eyes waver and his hair turn around.

"Longlong, there is no need to hesitate. The Tianli lineage has committed many evil deeds, and the person standing in front of you is even more unacceptable in the mortal world, and his crimes are beyond description. What are you waiting for? I have always understood that after learning about my identity, Longlong will leave me, saying that he hates me and wants to kill me..."

"Even the remaining vulgar people only respect me, flatter me, and envy me, saying some unoriginal flattery, wantonly asking for benefits, and secretly envying me for being born with divine blood."

"Has the Nibelungen's preaching convinced you? I allow you to act quickly. Kill me quickly. Longlong is not at fault. Following your heart is also the right choice."

"What humans or gods care about is only good and evil and power. Then I am the evil one, the one in power, the god who is high above and indifferent to the world -"

"Qianluo."

He was babble-ing nonsense, but all the trembling and urgency in his words suddenly stopped when the god behind him suddenly spoke. Shen Qianluo's eyes darkened bit by bit, and he closed his golden pupils dejectedly, trying his best to relax his body that was trembling with pain.

Sure enough, even his beloved Longlong would deliver such an answer.

Sure enough, many gods in this world only choose to flatter or support justice.

As expected... the great young master is worthy of being a noble god, and he once again predicted the same ending...

The next moment, the cold and trembling body was suddenly embraced. The boy's pupils shrank suddenly, and the extremely familiar breath and warmth flowed along the hair, gently brushing across his heart.

He heard his beloved Longlong whispering very softly in his ear, which sounded like the warmest requiem in the world.

"Qianluo, I already know your identity as the Young Master of Sky Island."