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

After the heavy rain, dewdrops play music among the bamboo leaves.

On the way to pay tribute, neither Shen Qianluo nor the White Horse Immortal spoke again.

The path in the forest always twists and turns, climbing up the wet rocks and then walking down the moss-covered stone road. The vines hold the boy back and the leaves scratch his fair skin.

"Do you still have any thoughts?"

He asked suddenly. The White Horse Immortal knew that what Shen Qianluo was talking about was the distant sky island of the old days, above the cold bright moon.

After hearing this, there was silence for a few seconds. The White Horse Immortal sighed softly, "These memories that have been forgotten for a long time...except for the old friends, who else is willing to listen?"

“…Yes, they have long been drowned in the long river of history, who would be willing to mention them now?” Shen Qianluo nodded slightly. The reunion with an old friend whom he had made friends with in the past suddenly gave him a strange thought.

He suddenly realized that compared to his past glory, his current state was equivalent to death.

After hundreds and thousands of years, how many people still remember him, and how many people have not forgotten the once brilliant and flawless eldest son of heaven, Shen Qianluo?

"Are you...that one?"

"If you think the young master is as despicable as me."

“…That’s definitely not the case.” The White Horse Immortal glanced at Shen Qianluo, who was smiling harmlessly, and looked towards the Demon God’s lair. He said in a casual tone, “I can only help you get here, pretend to submit to the oppression of the evil Chi, and offer you to him as a tribute. As for those emergencies, it depends on your luck.”

After thinking for a moment, Shen Qianluo suddenly blurted out: "I hope he eats me."

·

If Morax heard what Shen Qianluo said, he would stop him at all costs.

Unfortunately, according to the plan, he is now lurking on the opposite hill, waiting for the signal that their plan was successful.

They were determined to use the dragon-binding method to encircle the Chi, and then break it up one by one, suppressing it with cumbersome means, and wait for time to impose its judgment on them.

And the formation requires their cooperation inside and outside.

Morax, who received the signal, attacked decisively and worked together to complete the remaining formation on the outside.

Then, he watched Chi swallow Shen Qianluo.

He shook his head and even burped.

·

In fact, the situation was normal before the White Horse Immortal met the evil dragon.

Until Shen Qianluo took the initiative to ask Chi to eat him.

"I guess you don't want to either, right? The swamp you live in stinks, the blood flowing makes all the beasts hide in panic, and you have lived in the world for a long time, and there is no one who dares to talk to you - and all this, in the final analysis, is because of your poor spleen and stomach."

Chi:?

Shen Qianluo: "I am a doctor. A powerful demon god like you, Chi, would not be interested in the taste of weak humans like ants. On the contrary, this tiny human in front of you - I am proficient in pharmacology and am willing to regulate your body, change the stench and recast the charming body fragrance~"

Chi: ...?

"Then...how do you treat me?"

"That's easy. Just swallow me up."

"?"

Shen Qianluo said sincerely: "Please believe me, I am much more useful than those stupid deodorants."

Chi: "Makabaka...?"

The White Horse Immortal hesitated for a long time before adding his sales pitch: "The latest fragrance, improved crumb packaging, guaranteed to make you feel better."

Perhaps the temptation of the last sentence was too great, and Chi still swallowed Shen Qianluo.

This was the scene that Morax had suddenly seen before.

·

Perhaps the scene of Shen Qianluo getting injured in front of him had deeply pierced his heart, and Morax was particularly worried about him facing danger alone.

But Shen Qianluo always seems to not care about his own safety.

If he didn't have the shield left by Morax on his body, which was enough to withstand all the filth in the Chi's smelly stomach, he would not be able to take the initiative to get into the Chi's stomach even if he was the God of Death Qianluo.

The so-called internal and external cooperation.

The inside of the Chi was far from simple. The first thing that caught my eye was the shapeless corpse that had not yet been fully digested.

Shen Qianluo frowned slightly, covered his mouth and nose, and passed by with disdain, casting some kind of spell. Then his figure flashed in an instant, and the next second, he had left the sticky and disgusting stomach and arrived at the deeper Dantian space.

Ordinary demons were of no use to his damaged meridians, but a demon as powerful as Morax, in addition to the overly gentle method of gaining faith step by step, had another way that was the most efficient for him but the cruelest for Chi.

Without hesitation, he acted quickly with calm eyes.

The ultimate flame that could burn everything was deliberately compressed to the size of a tiny spark, but it was clear and bright, constantly trembling and leaping, getting faster and stronger, like a nuclear explosion that was about to break out.

·

The battle between Morax and Chi was still very exciting, but unfortunately, during the fight, Chi's stomach started to growl. For some reason, his stomach suddenly started to churn, and even his calm face turned blue and white uncontrollably.

The appearance of Chi is actually very distinctive.

It also brings a subtle sense of joy.

It has round eyes, a big nose, and a chubby face. The cat ears on its head are flapping, and its tail is curled and folded behind it.

However, its teeth are sharp, and the moment it opens its mouth, the stench and blood that hits its nose are extremely horrifying, and it has the ability to instantly turn all the land it touches into a swamp wherever it passes.

The huge rocks and soil that rose from the ground when he raised his hand were completely unable to stop the Chi from rolling and running wild. The huge monster was immortal and indestructible, and its body was flexible even in the mud. It was extremely aggressive and wild, and its roars almost pierced through the heavens and the earth.

The two men had been fighting for an unknown amount of time, but Chi's strength was gradually weakening due to the pain in his body.

He gradually felt a heat wave that was enough to boil him.

Morax and Chi had been fighting for several days, but the former's moves became more and more murderous and decisive, as if he was secretly anxious about something, and the curse cast by Shen Qianluo in Chi's body gradually connected with his divine power.

Gradually, Chi suddenly realized that he could not escape from the small territory that was suppressing him like an inch of rock.

The mad fire in his heart that was almost burning him out made him scream repeatedly, and the dragon-binding method that Morax and Shen Qianluo had jointly set up seemed to nail every one of his bones to the ground bit by bit.

Accept the torture of fire and earth.

The moment Morax raised his hand and dropped the huge rock, the swarming rocks instantly penetrated the angry, struggling and roaring body of the Chi, as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times in his mind, and pulled out the pretending to be listless boy who was protected by the rock shield.

The next second, the divine power, leaving no room for maneuver, pounced on the Chi that was bound by the formation.

·

The Emperor buried the Chi, and then he made a pond by digging it three rens deep and three times deep, and then he suppressed it step by step. He bound its spirit in the due north, nailed its bones in the southeast, locked its body in the northwest, bound its soul in the northeast, and pressed its form in the southwest.

The flute god returns.

Then Shen Qianluo's eyelashes trembled, and when he opened his eyes listlessly, he saw Morax's gloomy face, as if he had a thousand words to blame.

Shen Qianluo closed his eyes again.

Lying on top of him, hugging his neck, she said calmly, "I fell asleep."