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

Turning his head slightly, Shen Qianluo looked at Morax steadily with his eyes.

This seemed to be the first time they had an argument since they met.

...Or perhaps, it was because of the doubts that had accumulated in my heart for a long time and the countless times I had to conceal them.

"If I say..." However, Shen Qianluo did not panic. He just turned around and faced him, several meters away. "None of this was planned by me. I have never had any contact with that place. Are you willing to believe it?"

His eyes dimmed slightly as he watched Morax walk towards him step by step.

The bamboo flute at his waist seemed to want to flash a stream of light at that moment, but he raised his hand silently and calmed the restlessness.

In the end, he was still unwilling to take action against him.

It was probably because he coveted Morax's faith. He didn't want to turn such a large group of faith into bitter hatred because of a momentary impulse when it was finally time to harvest it.

…That’s all, nothing more.

As Morax approached, he pretended to be indifferent and took a step back.

Now, the best way to avoid its sharp edge is...

As he took a step back, he suddenly stepped on empty air. Shen Qianluo glanced at Morax meaningfully and fell off the cliff.

It was already very dark, and behind him was a bottomless forest of dense vegetation. The wind in the valley was very strong, and the next second, he was grabbed by the arm as usual.

The pulling force followed, but what greeted the boy was no longer the warm embrace with a bit of helpless indulgence in the past. His delicate neck was grabbed, and he fell to the ground in a mess with the weight of the trees being crushed.

“It hurts…” With half-closed eyes and a voice that sounded half complaining and half teasing, Shen Qianluo raised his gaze and looked directly at Morax who was leaning over and grabbing his neck.

His dark brown hair fell down from behind him. The man in front of him had a cold and serious expression. The strength in his hands seemed to be a thousand pounds. It was obvious that he did not intend to let him go easily. "Does the fragment of that star have anything to do with you?"

"There is no connection." Morax's tone was heavy, but Shen Qianluo didn't seem to be afraid of him. He even moved his shoulders and wanted to get up and run away.

Was pressed down.

"Hmm... this statement doesn't seem to be convincing." With a faint sigh, Shen Qianluo continued to slowly rescue himself, "I wanted to stop the fragments from leaving, but unfortunately, I failed."

"..." Morax stared at him, perhaps thinking, and didn't speak for a while. The pair of golden vertical pupils were sharp, like a bright lamp in the dim light, reflecting the figure of the boy coldly and majestically -

Her hair was disheveled and she smiled lightly, looking nonchalant.

He knew very well that the boy in front of him had been hiding a lot from him since they first met.

Whether it was the not-so-accidental teaming up, coming to Teyvat together, never having signed any contract, or his elusive attitude towards everyone. Now, even his so-called weakness was questionable.

He personally witnessed the young man's skill in climbing the mountain from afar. Even if this did not prove that he was good at fighting, he was definitely not as weak as he said.

Doubtful...how could there not be.

Guiliyuan was attacked by the sea demon, and the people were killed everywhere. Countless immortals died in the battle, and many Yakshas were injured. Even Guizhong, who had formed an alliance with them, was killed, all because of the news that leaked out for some unknown reason...

In the final analysis, it was all his fault. He should have considered the existence of the traitor, should have realized that the threat at sea had not been eliminated, and should have protected his country and home.

These are the overall situations that he should take into consideration. No one would share the pressure with him, so how could he inevitably develop a sense of dependence on someone around him?

He relied on his existence, got used to his advice, and was glad that there was always such a young man who could understand him, tolerate him, point out his mistakes, and joke with him without fear of his majesty...

Therefore, when he witnessed with his own eyes the tragic scene of the suffering of the original souls and analyzed all the possible causes of the current situation, he was really at a loss and realized with anger and sadness that the person who was most special to him might also betray him.

It seems that since some time ago, the familiar people around us, no matter how hard we try to keep them, have passed away one after another, either dying in the middle of the journey or turning into dust due to differences in ideas.

There was still too much confusion in his heart. He didn't know how to go on. He didn't understand what kind of unknown traps were hidden in the throne promised by the sky. He was not sure whether he could protect the country he cherished most and see the happiness and joy on his people's faces.

But from now on... there will never be anyone like the young man in front of him who can truly walk into his heart.

He is the monarch and he should bear his responsibilities.

Shen Qianluo stared at him, his eyes slightly startled. Morax's emotions had always been restrained and calm, but he rarely noticed the pain and sorrow in his eyes that he could hardly express at such a moment.

Perhaps... the current situation in Guiliyuan is more tragic than he imagined, which means that as a monarch, he has made mistakes and needs to reflect on himself. But Morax can still suppress the countless complicated and strong negative emotions in his heart and come to find him in such a chaotic and just stable situation...

Raising his arm slightly, the young man hesitated for a moment, but still reached out his hand and touched the red eyes of the person in front of him, who was almost in silent grief.

Tenderness and softness intertwined on the slightly cool fingertips. Cold rain fell from the sky. Shen Qianluo looked at him. In the stormy night, he tried his best to comfort the lonely soul. His voice softened: "Ali... don't cry."