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

Recently, the owners of the Knights of Favonius and Chateaux Dawn Winery simultaneously received a letter that contained an in-depth analysis of Mondstadt's economic situation.

The letter listed a lot of problems that Mond had, and stated that he would help solve the above difficulties in the next few days. If successful, he would be allowed to invest in Mond Wine.

If the problem was indeed solved, the benefits Mond would gain would be much more than just money, so Boss Diluk and Captain Jean thought for a moment and both expressed their agreement to the deal.

but……

The final signature of the letter...

After pondering for a long time, they still couldn't understand it - whether it belonged to the category of text.

So this is an ownerless letter.

Moreover, the handwritten content in the letter and the signature at the end are completely different fonts, right? Look at the weird characters in the signature, which are so wild that you can't tell where the strokes and folds are going. It once made people wonder if this is some kind of strange ancient font.

However, ancient fonts shouldn’t be so ugly.

Perhaps this ugliness reveals three parts of ridicule, three parts of indifference and four parts of carelessness, but that belongs to the category of miracles and is not something that mortals can understand.

At least that's what Shen Qianluo thought.

As for whether Wendy laughed at him for a long time because of this...it was just because the drunk uncle Xie had such a bad taste.

However, Wendy, who watched the whole process of Shen Qianluo solving the incident, still expressed sincerely that in terms of unique ideas, he might really not be able to compare with this piece of shit.

Shen Qianluo was trying to fool the Qiuqiu people.

It was the Hill people who attacked merchants and occupied important transportation routes.

After hearing about the existence of the Hilichul linguist Ella Musk, Shen Qianluo ran to ask the little girl some simple Hilichul language, then stood on the high ground, picked up the wooden flute, played a provocative tune, and decisively turned around and ran away.

A group of squeaking hillbillies were chasing after him.

Wendy took advantage of the vacancy in the enemy's base camp, ran over to set up a strong fence, and threw the wild boar that had been knocked unconscious by the two men in.

The practice of raising wild boars in captivity starts with the Qiuqiu people.

To put it in terms of Shen Qianluo's theory, it would be: You see, the Hillil people come to attack humans, and the wild boars come to attack the winery. It is clearly a relationship of mutual checks and balances, but it is always humans who get hurt.

So he should find something for the hillbillies to do and some enemies for the wild boars.

Hence the present scene.

After chasing the lost god Qianluo, he returned to the camp angrily, only to find that the hill people were occupied by wild boars (?): Yika! (bad guys)

The wild boars woke up and ran around in confusion: ! !

After a while, after the wild boar had hit the fence again and again but to no avail and was dizzy, they stared at each other and seemed to realize the change in their status.

Hill people: Mita!! (Meat)

Wild boar: ! ! ?

So the hill people near Mondstadt learned a new advanced skill to raise wild boars and happily waved torches and walking sticks.

The wild boars running around with tears in their eyes were probably sad and angry.

Shen Qianluo and Wendy, who had successfully solved a big problem, had been running around for several days and finally had a chance to rest. They sat side by side (one was too short so it couldn't be considered side by side) in the wind and talked and laughed happily.

Wendy admitted that he hadn't been this happy for a long time.

It seemed like a long time ago that he and his friends played and joked with each other, and cooperated with each other tacitly. To the point that he even forgot that he had a period of reckless years.

Even though his friends ultimately failed to see the dawn of victory or the clear blue sky.

Leaning against the tree trunk, the boy's eyes staring at the sky seemed to be gradually blurred. The wine in his hand was still clear and mellow, reflecting the shadow of the sky.

He had been living alone in this world for a long time without realizing it.

A small black dot in the distant sky is rapidly enlarging.

"Here." Shen Qianluo noticed the big dragon flying from the sky, his eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to wave and indicate the direction.

After all, he had regressed to his childhood and couldn't get rid of his childish nature. After the boy jumped onto the dragon's back and patted Tevarin on the head, he couldn't help but laugh: "You are very diligent today. Where is Uncle Dragon going to take us for a ride?"

“…I’m not called Dalong, nor am I uncle.” Tevarin insisted on refuting the question of address.

Silently raising the corners of her mouth, Wendy stood up and turned to sit beside Shen Qianluo, the ends of her hair and clothes fluttering in the strong wind: "Fly high, fly to the highest place, fly to a place where there is only the sound of the wind."

"The sky is a stage for freedom, and there are birds flying there."

"Look at this world."

"Fly with me... to the sky."

"Wendy...brother?" The young man's whispering voice sounded in his ears. Shen Qianluo glanced sideways with a sense of something, but he did not see Wendy's eyes. Instead, a sudden strong wind ruffled the hair between his eyebrows.

In this moment of flowing wind, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of the loneliness of the gods.

"It's okay." The next second, slender arms wrapped around the boy's shoulders from behind, and all the strong winds seemed to gently blow across his cheeks in an instant. Wendy lowered her head slightly, and her falling hair rubbed against her thin neck, still feeling itchy.

But it's very warm.

"It's time to take you to Liyue. Do you like Mondstadt, Qianluo?"

Changed the name...

"I like it." The complex emotions were hidden under the curled eyelashes. Shen Qianluo closed his eyes comfortably in the wind, but smiled softly, "But I have something I like more."

Wendy was stunned for a moment, perhaps because of disappointment, and she hummed without answering. Unexpectedly, the boy's soft and warm voice came floating in the wind.

"I like Brother Wendy more. It has nothing to do with Mondstadt or the gods. To me, you are just you. Would you feel happier if I said that?"

The green pupils wavered for the first time in a long time. Wendy was absent-minded for a few seconds before she couldn't help laughing out loud: "Happy, very happy. Qianluo, if you keep responding with such ups and downs like this, I will fight back."

"Then give it a try. The drunkard uncle is no match for me."

"Oh? Are you so confident? It's not a good thing for a kid so young."

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Proud and frivolous, gentle and calm, even though he is young and immature, there is always a sense of perfection that is almost enchanting in Shen Qianluo.

It's not just his strength or his identity, he always seems to become the focus of everyone inadvertently, with a warm smile, and he deserves to occupy a place in everyone's heart.

After Tevarin landed, Wendy watched the boy's back as he hurried off to harvest the shares of Mora, and suddenly an idea came to her.

Perhaps, there is a possibility.

He is the first person on the continent of Teyvat who is so close to the real God Qianluo.

At the most special moment when the child was ignorant and had forgotten everything about his past, I got to know him at his most defenseless in an almost tricky way.

With a self-deprecating chuckle, the young man jumped off the dragon's back, letting the breeze brush through his hair, and gently raised the corners of his mouth towards the big dragon behind him.

"It's rare to meet such an interesting little fellow. He has many secrets. No wonder the old man favors him so much. What do you think, Tevarin?"

"I just hope he can call me the right name." Tevarin still had a serious expression, his tone was a little resentful, but his eyes were gentle.

"Hey, hey, what a strange focus. I don't care about it." Wendy couldn't help but laugh, staring at the back of the person she was thinking about, her eyes were peaceful and quiet under the shade of the tree, "Ah, what should I do? I suddenly want to get to know him for a few more days, and I have such a little idea..."

"I don't want to give him back to the old man."