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

Morax seemed to be suddenly awakened, loosening the force on his fingertips a little, and his eyes fell on the boy's white neck, which was scarlet and fragile, and still had the marks left by him.

He was a little out of control after all, and inadvertently increased the strength of his hands in silence. However, Shen Qianluo, who would normally get upset at the slightest pain, did not speak out, but instead looked at him with that expression.

There was no pity, nor was there much sorrow. In the fine rain, he just lightly touched the corner of his eyes and stared at him, his pupils were clear and peaceful, but reflected the faint light of the sky, as if they were looking at each other across the whole world.

But he inexplicably felt a long-lost sense of peace and comfort.

I think regardless of hostility or not, Shen Qianluo is the person closest to him in the world after all.

But even so, they eventually drifted apart.

"Since I can't prove my innocence, why not do this." Noticing the subtle changes in Morax's expression, Shen Qianluo's hair was disheveled, but he smiled, "How about I sign a contract with you?"

His eyes moved slightly. This was indeed beyond Morax's expectations: "...What kind of contract?"

"I will never do anything to hurt you or the people you love. I won't hurt Liyue. How about that? Is that enough sincerity?"

"..." Morax tried to see a hint of uneasiness on his face, but he only saw a faint smile and calmness.

He suddenly felt sad.

Shen Qianluo was free-spirited and had endless secrets of his own, so he had never signed any contract with him. He didn't mention it, he didn't ask, even the God of Contract had someone he was willing to trust sincerely and ignore the contract.

Shen Qianluo's proactive contract does seem like he was innocent and wronged.

But his relationship with the fragments of the star that escaped from Teyvat was not that simple. He could no longer tell which words were his lies and disguises.

With his fingertips lightly touching the boy's forehead which had been chilled by the rain, Morax half-crouched, the golden light in his eyes suddenly becoming much stronger, and a serious and extremely heavy contract was concluded between the two.

Shen Qianluo did not resist. He fell to the ground, closed his eyes peacefully, and let the slightly scalding heat flow into his body, like a myriad of entanglements, or like a majestic dragon, silently entwining his soul.

With the establishment of the contract, the restraints were slightly tightened. Shen Qianluo's eyelashes trembled slightly. He smiled at Morax's faint warning expression and stood up from the ground.

Unfortunately, Morax refused to help him anymore.

"I guess you won't let me run around again, so are you going to take me back with confidence?"

Glancing meaningfully at the robe stained with mud, Shen Qianluo spoke in a deep, yet still warm and gentle voice. He stood one meter away from Morax and even kindly considered his future.

"Or, seal me in some remote place? Hmm... although it would be quite boring without anyone to talk to."

Fortunately, the faith is probably not broken.

This is a good thing, he shouldn't be sad.

The turning tone finally ended with the last syllable, revealing a slight and barely perceptible indifference and fatigue. The boy stared at his back, and the curve of his mouth corners dimmed in the wind and rain.

Unfortunately, Morax, who had his back to him, raised his hand to call the kite, alert to all potential threats around him, including Shen Qianluo, and did not notice the moment of despair in his eyes.

"The contract is done, you come back with me." Standing on the kite, he turned around and looked at Shen Qianluo, his face without any emotion, so cold that it seemed unfamiliar.

“…It seems that he wants to supervise me personally.” After enduring for several times, Shen Qianluo finally suppressed the dissatisfied trembling of the bamboo flute. He had never felt so aggrieved before. He sighed softly and climbed onto the kite consciously.

Morax looked at him, as if he wanted to say something, but felt that he had nothing to say. The next second, the kite flapped its wings and flew high.

I had no choice but to return to Liyue with Morax temporarily.

His hair was lifted up by the sudden strong wind from the sky. Shen Qianluo touched his disheveled neck. The unbearable pain was still burning like fire. He looked at Long who was silent and stunned in his heart.

"You should know that this is the cycle of fire. I came here to find out part of the truth. Hey... Morax, if you are angry about the many friends who died in Guiliyuan..."

"I apologize."

Shen Qianluo said, and lightly moved away his obscure eyes, looking at the bleak and war-torn scenery in the distance, "But, it's only for this matter."

They didn't speak again.

I guess Morax still has some privileges left in his heart.

The whistling wind brushed across his eyes that were filled with countless thoughts. Shen Qianluo was too disdainful to laugh anymore, nor did he have the interest to pretend anymore.

This was the first time in his life that he, the eldest son of Heaven and the most noble young man above the nine heavens and under the Heaven, apologized.

And this was the first time and only time he indulged him.

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The battlefield of Guiliyuan was ultimately more tragic than he had imagined.

Black dust filled the sky, thousands of rocks were cracked, disease, hunger, grief and death, the land seemed to be filled with sad appeals everywhere. Only with the strenuous rescue efforts of Ganyu and the immortals did the people manage to migrate south.

The once prosperous market in Shimen is now only left with broken walls and large areas of red water.

A kite flew by and they landed in Liyue.

The people rustled and cried out in surprise. Morax quickly turned around and busied himself with the mountain of things. Shen Qianluo slid down the huge back of the kite and sighed softly.

He saw many people with sallow faces, walking hurriedly but weakly, obviously entangled by bad karma and disasters.

The resentment of the dead demon god turned into a plague that spread among the people. The streets were filled with corpses and groans. The corpses became a breeding ground for the disease, causing it to continue to spread.

So the people said in fear that it was a "curse from the devil."

Human beings...are always like this. Because of their insignificance, they weave lies that scare themselves.

Just as he was thinking about how to resolve the spread of the disease, Shen Qianluo's eyes were suddenly attracted by the blazing fire on the street.

He was a man dressed as a doctor, holding a red staff in his hand, leading people to burn corpses and ignite things contaminated by evil to prevent the further spread of the disease.

Cleanse all impurities with blazing flames, and in the ancient era of strife, let the filth and the flames rise together to the sky that can accommodate everything.

Those who were entangled in bad karma and disasters and those who died unable to bear the deep sorrow will eventually turn into ashes in the fire, and be freed from all the misfortunes and sorrows of this corrupt world.

And the embroidered attire on him also looked familiar.

Two intersecting flowers - a red spider lily and a lily. Smoke like flying butterflies awakens long-lost memories in the blazing fire of dusk.

"…Hu Si?"

As if he heard the god's quiet sigh, the doctor turned around abruptly, and his slightly surprised gaze met the dim eyes of Shen Qianluo under the light.

"Master Xiaoshen? Were you calling me just now? But my name is not Hu Si...I am Hu Sheng."

"I've heard for a long time that the ancestor who founded the sect was an old acquaintance of the Demon God. However, he was already my... great-great-great-great... grandfather."

And in the end, the doctor who ignited countless piles of firewood, the final writer of the picture of life, eventually turned into a legend of raging fire and flying butterflies.

Yes, the gods’ memory of the humans they met only once always stays on the stunning moment of the past, but they have forgotten that humans, as insignificant as they are, cannot resist the cycle of reincarnation even if they have broken through the boundary between life and death.

He still remembered Hu Si's attempt to deceive him and his admonition that he was disappointed with his character.

'Cherish the people in front of you'...

Neither he nor Morax seemed to have done so.