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

It was rare for Morax to be mad at Shen Qianluo.

He often saw Shen Qianluo hastily and frivolously put into practice his random ideas, and when things went wrong, he would escape danger time and again, and then he would smile and say to him -

You see, nothing happened to me.

Now Shen Qianluo was out of danger and was hanging on him obediently. Their heartbeats were very close, and the gentle beats intertwined with each other, but he could not tell what his mood was now.

It was just that in the deepest and softest part of my heart, I instinctively felt endless anger and worry, as well as a trace of sadness that was difficult to conceal and could not be erased.

So he followed his heart and punished the boy severely.

Even though he himself didn't understand it, they subconsciously wanted to keep each other.

So for several days thereafter, Shen Qianluo had his hair hanging down, and sat listlessly beside him, looking gloomy and despicable, with a depressed expression.

Of course Morax knew very well that all this was just a disguise to act pitiful in order to gain his sympathy.

Perhaps no one in this world has ever seen what a young boy really looks like.

So he ignored Shen Qianluo and dealt with the remains of the Chi in an orderly manner. The blood of the Chi was highly poisonous, so he had to seal the remains of the Chi with water and suppress it with a treasure. In order to prevent its remains from causing trouble in the world again, every step must be done correctly.

The hostages imprisoned by the evil dragon were freed. They were grateful to Morax, Shen Qianluo and the White Horse Immortal for escaping from the clutches of the tiger's mouth. They firmly supported the Rock Demon God who was in the lead and chose to become the people of Liyue.

At this point, Liyue's territory expanded further northward, and it was almost a foregone conclusion that Morax would sweep away a group of powerful demons and become the final winner of the Demon War.

But at the beginning, when dealing with the remains of the Chi, Morax seemed a little hesitant.

He could feel a trace of rock elemental power that did not belong to him or the power of the rock creations and flute sounds that Shen Qianluo was familiar with.

It was a trace of a burning flame, at the heart of the Chi. Even though the flame had long been extinguished, one could still feel the severity of the situation from the burn marks and heat it left behind.

This also corresponds to the sudden outburst of madness and pain that Chi showed during the battle with him.

'conspiracy.'

Shen Qianluo analyzed the matter with him very seriously.

'Perhaps every demon god who participated in the war has such a spark in his body. After all, you also know what kind of power those guys in the sky want to obtain the most.'

Desire and belief...?

Shen Qianluo's analysis had never been wrong, so Morax pondered for a moment and temporarily confirmed his half-true and half-false inference.

But he never imagined that in the middle of the night, when Shen Qianluo, who had been chatting with him all day, was alone, he silently took out the flame burning faintly in his palm, and his eyes became deep and steady at that moment.

The power and momentum of the leaping flames were exactly the same as the burn marks on the evil dragon's chest.

In the flames, there was the evil dragon's desire to struggle and roar madly.

The boy suppressed all the resentment, anger, and doubt in his palms. As he raised his hand, he injected the hot and pure desire into his chest.

The white clothes seemed to be outlined with a faint golden light under the candlelight, and the corner of his mouth was raised with a faint mocking arc. The boy's dark and bottomless eyes flashed with a fleeting calm golden light at that moment.

Silently glancing at Morax's back as he dealt with the remains of the evil dragon, Shen Qianluo smiled faintly, restraining all behaviors that were inconsistent with his character, and sighed as if talking to himself: "Is it just to this extent, or..."

"Can't you die?"

·

a few days later.

While standing beside Morax and discussing the location to seal the evil dragon, Shen Qianluo's eyes moved slightly, raised his arm, and caught the little kite that gracefully landed and folded its wings: "Ali, everyone has sent a message."

As he spoke, he unfolded the letter sent from Guiliyuan. When Morax put down the sealed treasure and looked at him, his eyes were slightly stunned.

"What happened?"

The boy's expression must not be a good thing.

"It's not an unexpected situation. It's just the most normal thing in war." After hesitating for a moment, Shen Qianluo looked up at him, "The Salt Demon God Heulia is dead."

Morax was silent at this moment: "I remember... she and you are old acquaintances."

"We met once." Shen Qianluo shook his head slightly, lowered his eyes to glance at the letter, lowered his voice slightly, and his eyes seemed solemn and uncertain at this moment, "She was killed by her own people. A few days ago, she distributed bouquets to her people as a blessing."

“…Since he is a demon god who loves the people, why did he end up like this?” The unexpected development made Morax ponder for a few seconds.

"Because the Salt Demon God is weak in temperament, he is not suitable for this overly cruel demon war." Shen Qianluo put away the letter, raised his eyes and looked into the misty sky, and whispered very coldly.

"She is just a girl who loves cooking and beautiful things. She loves her people, but the war ordered by heaven is not suitable for her, even though she has never coveted the throne given by heaven."

"Everyone only sees the power of the demon god. In the war, no one will notice the loneliness and fear we, as leaders, feel."

As the young man spoke, he even turned his head to look at him, his eyebrows curved calmly, and he smiled softly: "Ali, remember, the king must be flawless."

·

Morax temporarily stayed in the northern territory, sealing the remains of Chi step by step. In order to deal with the remnants of the Salt Demon and the people who fled and sought refuge, Shen Qianluo boarded the kite and flew towards Guiliyuan.

When the two passed each other, they said goodbye to each other politely.

"Leave the matter of the Salt Demon to me. Be careful of the poison left by Chi."

"Keep yourself safe and don't take risks."

Watching Shen Qianluo's back flying farther and farther away, Morax looked into the distance for a moment, then turned back to get busy.

Shen Qianluo flew high in the sky against the dim light of the setting sun. He sighed slightly, and a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.

With the death of the Salt Demon Heulia, he and Morax could clearly realize that the Demon War was finally entering its later stages.

It's time to decide the final outcome of life and death.

He landed gracefully in the land of Heulia that had been abandoned by her people, his figure as light as a feather.

His slightly raised eyes met the girl's shadowy and sorrowful soul.

The young man raised his hand in a friendly manner, with a faint arc of unknown meaning at the corner of his mouth. "In that case, Heulia, can you give me your faith?"

"Let me show you the splendor and brightness of the future. Your beloved people will embrace the bright future."

"There is no need to be sad or hesitant, Demon Goddess of Salt Heulia. Please, place your faith in me."