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

“Qianluo!!”

The boy's fall was extremely sudden. Zhongli caught Shen Qianluo's leaning body with panic. His eyes were panicked, his breathing was trembling, and his chest felt like it was being torn apart. He carefully checked the boy's condition.

Only then did he realize that Shen Qianluo was just asleep.

He slept soundlessly, as if immersed in a dream.

"..." After being speechless for a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly and fearfully lowered his head, and buried his face in the boy's hair.

How many times.

This is him. I don’t know how many times I have scared him like this.

For some reason, Shen Qianluo and death were always entangled in countless entanglements. He seemed to be unable to avoid it and pursued death for it, just as the young man's words just now were enough to be called terrifying.

Only death can...?

He didn't dare to think any further. Seeing Shen Qianluo falling in front of him again, the string of rationality in his mind almost broke at that moment.

Why was she always so impatient to leave him? Why did she show such yearning and joy when she mentioned death? Why did she never consider her lover's worries and put herself in danger again and again...

Mr. Zhongli is always as gentle as jade, and seems never to get angry or upset. But that is just him quietly watching over his jewels, his people and his country.

But Shen Qianluo was a completely different existence to him.

At this moment, as a proud god, the lover of the Son of Justice, and also Morax, he really, truly felt an unspeakable mixture of anger, sadness, fear, and heartache in his heart, which was boiling with emotion.

Almost unable to suppress the emotions surging in his heart, the god tightly embraced the boy. When he lowered his eyes and sniffed the lingering fragrance of the green pine, he seemed to sense the existence of a strange breath in the boy's consciousness. His sight in the shadows shifted slightly to the side, and his fingertips silently touched the back of Shen Qianluo's white neck.

Separated by thin silk gloves, slowly, little by little () hd.

It was like a silent but majestic and terrifying declaration that this boy belonged to the dragon and no one could plunder him, not even the gods, death, or the boy himself.

In the end, he still carried Shen Qianluo back to his residence, never leaving his side, and lingered beside him.

When the room fell silent, he interlocked his fingers with hers, slowly opened his sharp dragon eyes in the dim light, and cast his gaze on her peaceful sleeping face.

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Perhaps due to Shen Qianluo's trust in Zhongli, he completely blocked out everything from the outside world in the depths of his dream that rose and fell with the gentle wind.

The moment Nibelungen finished speaking, Shen Qianluo did not move for a moment.

He neither objected nor agreed, but just looked at the other party thoughtfully, as if thinking about how to fool him.

Nibelungen looked at him, and even his eyes changed slightly: "You..."

But after only one word came out, Shen Qianluo showed a harmless smile: "Maybe, it's just because I have changed?"

"Heh." Nibelungen snorted disdainfully and quoted from the classics (?), "I'm not familiar with your character. You loved to make trouble back then. If you didn't have everything under control, how could you be so calm?"

Seeing that Shen Qianluo did not continue to refute, he tentatively blinked and moved closer, "You have been planning for so long, are you going to... overthrow the law of nature?"

Hearing this, Shen Qianluo pretended to be surprised and nodded sincerely, saying perfunctorily, "So that's the case."

"?" Nibelungen was a little confused by his bluff. Then, he realized something and his expression changed. "No, you are so leisurely now. Do you... have the confidence to overthrow the law of nature? As long as you want, you can immediately..."

The Dragon King quickly covered his mouth with his dragon claws, gasping for breath, his dragon pupils slightly widened in shock. Of course, the next second, the Dragon King coughed to cover up his embarrassment and regained his composure.

"It won't be that easy. After all, Tianli is your biological mother. Her strength and reputation are stronger than yours... In any case, you just need to have a plan. To overthrow Tianli..."

He seemed to hear the boy couldn't help but chuckle, but it disappeared in an instant like an illusion.

Nibelung:?

The moment he raised his eyes in surprise, he finally met Shen Qianluo's eyes.

Those golden pupils were too sacred, overflowing with kindness and youthful frivolity. His silver hair swayed in the wind, pure and other-worldly.

"God's will?" He heard the young man just ask softly, looking directly at the king in front of him, with a faint smile on his face, "Then you are... underestimating me."

The Nibelungen was stunned.

Before the dragon's head could think carefully, Shen Qianluo reached out to his faith. He subconsciously did not resist, and the boy's voice was particularly clear in his ears.

"Please trust the gods you believe in for now. Next, please stand beside me and enjoy a grand game of life and death. Nibelung, you should feel honored."

Staring at his elegant and graceful profile in amazement, the Dragon King came back to his senses and smiled silently: "So, Shen Qianluo, if you are really chasing death..."

The young man was silent for a second, but the sudden change in his dream that followed was beyond the expectations of the two kings.

There was a crisp sound at the horizon, and a god descended from the sky with a vast aura and took Shen Qianluo into his arms without any doubt.

The dragon's eyes, filled with sadness and anger, faced Nibelung from a distance. When the tip of the spear pointed directly at him, Zhongli's voice had never been so harsh and cold: "Dragon King, don't tempt him to talk about death again."

Nibelungen raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Are you angry already?"

With a deep gaze and an extremely cold aura, Zhongli ordered them to leave: "No need to say anything more, leave his dream."

Shen Qianluo, who was pressed into his arms, shook his aho-ge innocence and tried to struggle, but was pushed back again. He became obedient in a second: "...A-Li?"

Unfortunately, Zhongli did not answer him. He watched Nibelungen retreat in silence, looking rather gloating.

Shen Qianluo tilted his head, but Zhongli did not respond.

Shen Qianluo tugged at the corner of his clothes, but Zhongli still did not respond.

Shen Qianluo put his arms around his neck and rubbed it, but Zhongli still didn't respond.

Shen Qianluo's heart tightened, and his hair froze as if petrified.

Longlong is... angry?

...It's over.