Chapter 172 Where Love Comes
The God of Xiao would always restrain his edge and leave all opportunities to be crowned to the King of Rock, but Shen Qianluo would not do that.
Not only did the young man confront Zhongli head-on and refused to give in, he even angrily scolded him and showed no mercy.
Sitting up immediately as if following his breath, Zhongli stared at Shen Qianluo's cold and arrogant expression for a few seconds, and nodded slowly: "...I understand. Having said that, Qianluo, how do you want to play with me?"
Shen Qianluo pretended to be ferocious and indifferent and looked at him, but when he heard these words suddenly, he couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart.
There was a strange subtlety in the seriousness with which Zhongli spoke such vile words.
But the person who said such words had a handsome, elegant face. He sat obediently on the ground and looked up at the young man who was high above him.
"…You don't know how to refute what I said?"
Long Long thought for a moment and then calmly came to the conclusion: "...So, you want me to play with you?"
Shen Qianluo:?
The bad atmosphere that was maintained with great difficulty seemed to be shattered in an instant.
The boy looked a little embarrassed, and suddenly snorted coldly, turning around quickly and leaving Zhongli without any nostalgia: "There are many ways to play with you, for example, I have had enough of Longlong and don't want Longlong anymore, so I will disappear from your sight. I think only in this way... your expression will become a little more forced and interesting."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Qianluo, who was about to do what he said, was suddenly grabbed by the wrist. His body, which was leaning forward to escape, froze for a moment. He turned his head and looked back at the man who had stood up in an instant: "Let go."
The silent dragon's pupils in the night were emitting a glass-like luster. Zhongli slowly outlined the boy's figure with his eyes, and spoke in a gentle yet solemn tone: "You are going to break your promise again."
Shen Qianluo sneered from the bottom of his throat: "You are always like this, trying to keep me every time. But I hate you now, A-li, do you still have any reason to keep me?"
"If you really hate me, you won't say another word to me. Qianluo, there is no way you can hate me." Zhongli was very serious this time, and his eyes looking at the young man became more and more profound. Shen Qianluo stared at him without changing his expression, and when he spoke again, his voice became gloomy.
"So, you're questioning me?"
"..." The dragon pupil silently turned into a sharp point. Zhongli did not speak, but gradually looked at him with an extremely deep and solemn expression, as if he was finally confirming something.
“…It’s still as boring as before.” Not wanting to pay any more attention to the unclear sadness in Zhongli’s expression, Shen Qianluo snorted. A last moment of long-suppressed dissatisfaction and disappointment flashed across his eyes, and divine power surged from his fingertips, ready to force the other party back.
He thought he would still hear Longlong's serious promise, how could he question him, he just didn't want him to leave and so on.
What he waited for was a sudden and almost irresistible strong pull. The next second, the boy was unexpectedly bumped into a passionate, powerful and greedy embrace.
"You..." His pupils shrank slightly and he narrowly withdrew the force that could hurt the other person. Zhongli directly grabbed the man into his arms. Shen Qianluo struggled with his body stiff, probably because he was suddenly frightened and his movements were too fast, so the other person had to twist him.
By the time the boy realized what was wrong, Longlong had already grabbed the back of his neck. His breathing was a little shaky, his eyes were half-closed, and the corners of his eyes were physiologically thin and red.
The mark is indeed a troublesome thing. Even after so many days, the remaining dragon aura on the back of the neck is still wrapped around the body like a thread. When I get close to him, I can't help but feel t, my limbs are weak, and I am held in his arms and comforted.
"Now you are... trying to force me to stay here?"
Trying hard to hold on but still being punished, Shen Qianluo's heart and eyes were filled with dissatisfaction and frustration. Collapsing on Zhongli's chest, he raised his arms and wrapped them around his neck, estimating the crisis. If he suddenly attacked and grabbed his throat as a threat, he would still have a chance of winning.
Zhongli did not dodge or evade, but instead took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around the boy's waist, which was almost as soft as a puddle of water. He tilted his head slightly, and his pleasant voice was so close to the ear of the extremely disobedient man: "Qianluo, do you know that a dragon will only recognize one true love in his life."
His expression was slightly dazed, and Shen Qianluo even paused for a moment in his breathing.
Zhongli's voice dissipated the subtle vibrations in the space, and when it sounded close to his ear, it was like a lingering spring water pouring in, shaking the ripples in the boy's eyes.
"In the south there is a elm tree, with kudzu vines entwined around it. It is the same with me, Qianluo. I am too slow to recognize the feelings in my heart until now."
He quietly embraced Shen Qianluo, whispering every word, as if he had found a resting place for his soul in the tender glances that spanned time and space.
"Every day when I step down from my position as a god and wander the mortal world, I sigh from the bottom of my heart. Over the thousands of years of changes in Liyue, the mountains have collapsed and the earth has split, and countless heroes and loyal people have been lost. In a kingdom that no longer needs gods, it seems that there is no place for me, and yet no place that can accommodate me."
“Humanity has found its way forward in the long river of history, and the gods who have stood like a beacon and shone brightly for thousands of years, where is the way forward? Fortunately, I have figured it out now.”
Looking deeply into the eyes of the boy who raised his head slightly and stopped resisting, Zhongli's eyes softened, his fingertips stroked Shen Qianluo's soft cheek, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, enough to startle a beautiful woman. This smile overlapped with the smile he first showed to the boy thousands of years ago under the moon and in the woods.
"Will you allow me to walk side by side with you into a bright future? You are where my heart is, where my body is, and where I will eventually return. Qianluo, the person I love is you."
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After staring at Zhongli's face for several seconds, Shen Qianluo finally breathed a sigh of relief. His tone was still casual and shallow, but his proud attitude was concealed and gentler.
"If you want to be with me, you have to think carefully... Don't regret it."
Zhongli couldn't help but chuckle, and in the name of the contract, he promised to love her for life: "I love you deeply, and I will never let you down."
"After all, it was a good performance." The young man still raised the corners of his mouth very lightly, the starlight and moonlight cast bright silver light, his brows were full of joy, and the wind blew across the intertwined shadows of the two people.
"Then congratulations, Ali, you caught up with me."