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

Having made eating up the bosses' faith his first goal in life, the well-trained Shen Qianluo began his daily physical fitness test.

He cut the boy's long, floor-length silver hair in half with disdain, but he felt it was not delicate enough, so he took a pair of scissors and trimmed the soft hair.

So the waist-length hair became shorter and shorter, and finally ended with the boy in a thoughtful posture, staring at the ends of his hair that looked like they were bitten by a dog, lost in thought.

…This is an art that ordinary people will not understand.

Even with a headband, his silver hair was only slightly longer than his shoulders. For some reason, Shen Qianluo was always very confident in his appreciation of art, and this confidence lasted until this avant-garde artist lost his memory.

Finally, Albedo pushed him away to make some adjustments: "Let me do it. Sit here. If you think this is destroying art, you can think about what is the aesthetic that everyone agrees on."

“I don’t know if unrecognized special things can be considered art, but…”

"But?" Shen Qianluo asked with blinking eyes, and then caught a glimpse of the teasing that flashed across Albedo's mouth.

"But your current hairstyle, to be honest, doesn't look good."

"?"

Shen Qianluo, who was suddenly treated with disdain, slowly opened his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to be hit by some soul-level attribute, which activated him in one second and promoted him to the high-end level in one fell swoop.

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The child, wearing form-fitting clothes, did the warm-up exercises seriously. Perhaps because he was still young, his body was particularly flexible after stretching. His hair, which had been trimmed by Albedo, swayed behind him with his movements, and he looked like he was trying his best.

He was about to finish a long run.

His steps were steady and his breathing was orderly, but the moment he saw Albedo waiting at the finish line to record the numbers, he smiled weakly (not really), revealed a painful expression, staggered a few steps, and almost weakly moved to the finish line.

"Brother Albedo, I'm so tired."

Albedo's eyelids twitched, and the tip of his pen hovered in the air above the form. In the end, he still didn't fill in the wrong number that he had been so perfunctory about: "...You looked so relaxed just now."

"That's just a disguise to maintain a great image. Brother Albedo, I'm really tired. I've tried my best to complete this test. I don't have the strength to stand up. I'm going to fall down. I'm trying so hard..."

Shen Qianluo was immersed in his sorrow. He fell on the clean snow and looked up at Albedo with his watery eyes. He even threw himself into the snow and rolled around. He raised his eyes slightly from the snow pile to reveal his profile, and looked at him aggrievedly and obediently.

He looked so cunning, as if he had grown furry ears on his head that would shake and expose his warm fox tail to his eyes.

It's just so hard to deal with it.

Abedo:…

Otherwise, he should just abandon the data, grab Shen Qianluo by the scruff of the neck and stuff it into a gift box to send to Emperor Yanwang.

Perhaps only that god knows how to punish this piece of debris, after all, they have been with each other for thousands of years.

Shen Qianluo, who occasionally cheated in the test, naturally would not let him measure the real data, and some key information was left aside by him. And Albedo probably understood his thoughts and had no objection to this.

It was just that Shen Qianluo's choice of weapon was slightly beyond his expectations.

His attention was drawn to a spear.

It was a brand new spear with a simple appearance. It had not been opened yet and the tassel was black. It was probably more resistant to dirt than other colored tasseled spears.

Albedo told him that it was the Black Tassel Spear, which was given to him by the manufacturer by chance when he passed through a neighboring country.

However, he himself did not like to use a spear, and such a weapon was probably of no other use except for alchemical experiments, so he put it in the warehouse.

But the little Shen Qianluo grabbed the gun handle and picked it up.

After a moment of stunned silence, even Shen Qianluo himself felt a slight difference. His first reaction after picking up the gun was that it was suitable for someone to use to cultivate his character.

But I shouldn't... use a gun very often, right?

If it was for some unknown old friend, and he felt that this reaction was too caring towards the other person, then he probably didn't have any friends to worry about.

and so……

So that's it, that's the weapon my family loves to use, like A-Jiao and...

Oh, no more.

"Then let's use this spear, Brother Albedo. Do you need a real-life test?"

Looking around and not finding any other weapon that he liked, Shen Qianluo lowered his head, scratched his fingertips and lightly scratched the tip of the gun. The next second, a few drops of bright red blood flowed down his tender skin.

Almost instantly, a resonance occurred, the tip of the spear flashed with cold light, and the dark red soon soaked the sharp edge. The spear was sharpened, and the cold light condensed on the tip flowed in the snow light, which made people speechless and fearful.

"Well, the target of actual combat is..."

"But I feel like it's right in front of me. Brother Albedo, will you come and spar with me?"

Then she met the boy's smiling face.

…He always felt that Shen Qianluo had inexplicably unlocked an attribute that had been held back for a long time.

Picking up the Cinnabar Spindle, Albedo chose an open space.

His strength was not weak, and Shen Qianluo's combat experience was also visibly outstanding. The moment the sparring began, his small figure rushed over quickly like a shadow.

The silver hair and white clothes were like flowing light. The boy held the slightly long spear in his hand, but it did not look heavy. He danced skillfully, and one could even hear the sound of the air being pierced, as if every movement was done at will, yet precise and extremely fierce.

Albedo, who had been holding back and watching, was forced to take a half step back by his attack.

Shen Qianluo's eyes lit up, and his movements were awkward at first, but after a few exchanges, he quickly found the rhythm. Every move seemed to be recalling something, and he even vaguely resembled the man from that year.

…Who could it be?

While stealing away the faith that was scattered in the air, Shen Qianluo began to think, but his head began to ache slightly.

As a result, he was distracted and attacked unconsciously. From Albedo's perspective, his small body that only reached his waist seemed to be filled with endless explosive power and burning heat, and he would always attack overwhelmingly from incredible angles.

The raging fire was like a bright lamp in the flying snow, making mortals dare not look directly at it.

The competition ended with him breaking the boy's attack with a clang. Shen Qianluo blinked, as if he had just come to his senses. He put away the spear that was stuck in the snow, and the headache receded like a tide, along with the fleeting sense of familiarity.

"The moves you perform instinctively are definitely not ordinary. You are indeed special."

"Brother Albedo is also very powerful." Shen Qianluo looked at him, tilted his head and smiled obediently, looking into each other's eyes from afar, "As expected of the inhuman "Twins", how should I call you... strange brother?"

The atmosphere seemed to cool down in an instant.