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

The various chattering sounds around him gradually became silent and faded away. Zhongli gently placed the boy on the bed and, without any pause, carefully lifted up his blood-stained clothes.

Shen Qianluo's body is always like the most perfect work of art, with lines from his chest, abdomen, waist to his calves that interpret the youth's tenderness and beauty. His skin is delicate and exquisite, like the crystal first snow, which makes people linger, as if even a light taste can leave a shallow mark.

He was sleeping weakly in the quilt, his head slightly tilted, his breathing trembling, his hair slightly messy, his thin shoulders looked even more hideous with blood all over them.

Even the look on Zhongli's face while he was bandaging his wounds was filled with pity and compassion.

During the Demon War, the fighting in Liyue was intense, and Xiaoshen Qianluo often treated various bloody injuries for Emperor Yanwang.

He always looked at the boy sideways as he leaned forward slightly, half-crouched beside him who was sitting on the ground, and his white fingers quickly and calmly made a skilled bandage. The bright red blood flowed down the slender fingers, presenting a seductive and indescribable beauty.

Of course, there were also the young man's grumblings, blaming him for not paying attention to the enemy and not taking care of himself.

Shen Qianluo was always so inconsistent in what he said and what he meant. His roundabout tone seemed to always be playful and calm, full of leisurely teasing, but his brows were furrowed.

And he inexplicably loved to see Shen Qianluo lowering his eyes and busying himself with something, as if his heart, which was already filled with anger due to endless killing, would calm down. Therefore, whenever he quietly looked at Shen Qianluo, he would see the boy's special feelings hidden under his dark eyes, which he himself had not even noticed.

It's roughly the same mood as he is now.

It must be painful...

He was as strong as a rock, and could endure minor injuries, but Shen Qianluo was the most afraid of pain. Even a minor injury would make him cry out in pain, and now that he was seriously injured, he didn't know how painful it would be.

Fortunately, the young master's self-healing ability is extraordinary, and the flesh wounds will heal in a few days. After wiping off the blood on the boy's body and putting on clean clothes for him, Zhongli lowered his head and was about to put the soft fragrant girl in his arms back on the bed. When he stood up, he was startled.

Shen Qianluo grabbed the corner of his clothes and refused to let go.

She even felt a little dissatisfied with his departure. She endured the pain drowsily, grabbed the corner of his clothes and was about to turn over and continue pulling: "Longlong..."

Fearing that he might tear the wound, Zhongli leaned over and pressed his warm palm on the boy's hand: "Don't worry, I won't leave. Qianluo, you can rest here for a while. I'll go and make some soothing herbs for you, and then I'll start further treatment later."

“……” Shen Qianluo did not move, neither letting go nor continuing to pull.

It looks like he fell asleep again.

Zhongli stood there with his fingertips intertwined, looking a little embarrassed.

He wanted to break the boy's grip, but Shen Qianluo seemed to be aware of the force that went against his will and grabbed back unhappily. But if he allowed the young master to hold him softly, he could only choose to sleep with him.

Although Longlong was extremely willing to see such an accident happen, he finally sighed helplessly. When he glanced behind him, he saw his long dragon tail swinging in the room, making the narrow space suddenly seem crowded.

After stuffing its tail into Shen Qianluo's claws, the infinitely stretched Longlong turned to the kitchen.

“Hmm…” Shen Qianluo indeed calmed down. He curled up into a ball, rubbed against the dragon’s tail, sniffed the fragrant scent, and suddenly took a bite.

Zhongli pursed his lips but didn't say much. When the boy turned over in pain, he used the force of his tail to gently sweep him back and silently sped up the boiling of the herbs.

Finally, after being bitten for who knows how many times, Zhongli returned to the bedroom with the stone bowl, grabbed the boy into his arms, put his arms around his weak shoulders, and coaxed him into drinking the medicine.

It was obvious that Shen Qianluo was not obedient. He just tossed around uncomfortably and pressed against his chest.

I guess it was Long Long's familiar aura that brought some comfort to the young man. As for how to trick Shen Qianluo into taking the medicine...

Longlong fell into deep thought.

If the young master was awake, he would not be easy to deceive. However, now that he is unconscious, he can use some trickery...

He took out the candy he carried with him, glanced sideways and thought for a moment, then put it in his mouth and lowered his head slightly.

As expected, Shen Qianluo was successfully lured. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she bent down to breathe obediently. I don't know whether she liked the sweetness of the candy or the fragrance of Longlong.

With a trace of helplessness in his eyes, Zhongli repeated his previous action, leaned down again, and put the herbs into the boy's mouth.

"Hmm..." Shen Qianluo greeted him in a daze without any hesitation. The two of them took turns quickly. After a few rounds, Longlong breathed a sigh of relief and finally started the next task, which was to adjust the other party's chaotic soul.

Sitting cross-legged with the young man nestled comfortably in his arms, Zhongli gently brushed the corner of his slightly moist mouth. He always felt that he had been unknowingly and inexplicably developed into many strange uses by Shen Qianluo.

Of course, as the God of Contract, he always emphasizes fairness. In the future, when the boy recovers...

Cough, gathering his complicated thoughts, Zhongli gently closed his eyes, his spiritual power overflowed, and he entered the concentration mode.

Only by truly coming into contact with Shen Qianluo's soul will one be shocked to discover how much amazing perseverance it took to piece his soul together.

There is a scattered piece here, a ball attached there, all scattered here and there, trying to stick together under the pressure of powerful divine power, it has become a tangled mass of hemp ropes, trembling slightly weakly, and its original appearance cannot be seen.

The torn soul is not easy to integrate, and Shen Qianluo is so strong-willed, doesn't like to take medicine, and always abuses himself, never showing any pain in front of him.

Even for him, it was the first time to observe his soul so deeply.

Even the fluctuating divine power could not help but solidify. Zhongli was extremely distressed to see the soul's injuries that were much more serious than the physical injuries. He also extremely regretted that he discovered it too late and the boy disguised himself too well.

He had never confided in him once, no matter the dilemma of his identity, the pain in his soul, or the plan for the decisive battle.

At the moment when his forehead touched Shen Qianluo's, Shenming couldn't help but think, fortunately, fortunately, when they met again, he was fortunate to meet his younger self, so that at this moment, he could be entangled with him as a close lover.

As a teenager, Shen Qianshi was too difficult to approach. Beneath his fearless and casual smile were layers of disguise and deep loneliness.

The young master disguised himself so well that he deceived people and gods, deceived his relatives and friends, and deceived the supreme law of nature, making it impossible for any living being to tell whether it was him who was warm and calm, or whether it was him who was cold and painful...

And no one has ever thought that the boy, carrying the hypocritical fragility that is enough to crush the whole world, and the only lonely and scarred soul that has never been revealed is him.

After all, who could have thought that the leader who always smiled calmly would be so lonely.

Who could allow that a leader worshipped by everyone could be so sad?

nobody.

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He didn't know how long it took, but he finally saw the boy's eyelashes tremble and he slowly opened his eyes.