Chapter 245 2 years
Perhaps the world in dreams is always false.
The broken consciousness is like bubbles floating on the sea, drifting in irregular shapes with the gradual ups and downs, one sound after another, dispersing and gathering again.
The golden pupils reflected the elegant light of the sky in the dim light. When he slowly raised his eyes, he saw the figures of seven old friends.
It was probably just a gathering like in the past.
"You guys are still so weak." The Rock Dragon King boldly put his arm around the Wind Dragon King's neck and laughed, "Old Feng, can you practice your skills with me?"
Cautiously knocking away his claws, the Wind Dragon King retreated: "I think Shui'er is quite suitable, you go find him."
"My name is not Shui'er, don't look for me." The Water Dragon King protested.
The Fire Dragon King clapped his hands and laughed: "Fight, fight quickly~"
The days spent with the Dragon Kings were always filled with joy and fun. They traveled through jungles and grasslands, letting the wind brush across their dragon wings and laughing under the scorching sun and the stars.
They are the seven ancient dragon kings, comrades who share honor and disgrace and cherish each other. They are tall and straight, with a strong aura, their long hair reflects their calm words and deeds, and their eyes are always sincere, wild and confident.
When they looked back inadvertently, they found the boy hiding in the shadow while walking side by side.
"Qianluo? Why don't you come over? Your Aunt Cao has made delicious food for you again."
With a kind and friendly look, the Dragon Kings invited the gods to join them.
"Feng, are you looking for trouble? Qianluo, this time I tried the Cheat Flower flavor, it's fresh out of the oven, come and try it."
There are no lies in Kelong's world, but betrayal did occur.
The dividing line between light and shadow was just a thought away. The god looked at them silently and opened his mouth very lightly.
There was a ripple in his eyes, which had always been calm, but he remained silent for a long time without saying a word.
The Wind Dragon King greeted him, but beneath his smiling face was a stain of blood from his death.
The Grass Dragon King's tone was still kind and gentle, but the eyes of the Dragon King who had bid farewell to him in the past were clearly filled with sadness and hostility.
He also saw many dead dragons standing behind them. When he looked back, he met the eyes of the giant snake Orobas who was smiling at him.
"As you wish, I have given you all my faith. Keep winning, Bai Ye Shen, Shen Qian Luo... Only if you are the final winner of this game, can I leave with peace of mind..."
He saw the people of old Liyue waving at him again.
There was Guizhong who was cheering and jumping for joy, Yixiao who was pretending to be serious, Minghai who was smiling freely, Beichou who was showing his big white teeth and Marcosius who was hitting him for not being picky about food.
Liuyun, Xueyue, Lishui and Gechen gathered together to chat and laugh. Ganyu, who had grown into a young girl, found her own faith. Ruotu patted his shoulder with a friendly smile on his face: "Remember you promised me that you would save me and bring me back to the ground in a year? I'll wait for you, Qianluo."
At the same time, he saw Xiao, who had a cold and indifferent expression but cared about him more than anyone else.
Brother Wendy, who is always smiling and frivolous, but surprisingly gets along well with him, and is gentle and reliable.
There is also Brother Duck who is frank with himself about his love and affection, who is enthusiastic, cheerful and pursues the ultimate in martial arts.
Manye, a human boy who can always see through all his disguises and firmly and sincerely believes in him.
He saw many believers following him, and gods who reverently offered their faith and lives to him. He saw the whole world submitting to the might of his god...
It seemed that he was the only one standing indifferently at the top of the world.
"The admiration of the masses has shaped your gentle disguise, the powerful divinity has led to your loneliness, and the indifference of your nature has contributed to the desolation of your heart. God, in your life, there have been many gorgeous landscapes..."
"Unfortunately, their appearance only makes you realize more clearly that you have painted a grand blueprint in your heart for all living beings... But on this road that only gods are qualified to embark on, you are destined to be alone."
“No one will truly understand you, just like you “love” everyone in the world, and everyone in the world “loves” you.”
After a long silence, with his back to the sound coming from behind, Shen Qianluo, who was hesitant and dazed, suddenly chuckled: "Have you seen enough?"
Nibelungen sighed slightly: "Sure enough, the so-called curiosity about the Thunder God's cooking is just because of its hallucinogenic effect... No, it's a mental attack."
"Shen Qianluo, are you waiting for me? Waiting for this moment? After all...even if I was drunk and squatting in your space energy, I should have sobered up long ago."
Seeing that Shen Qianluo did not answer, Nibelungen continued to chatter while tilting his dragon head: "But it's strange that you would rather attack yourself and risk your consciousness being confused and I peeking at your memory... Do you want to take away my faith?"
"We are mortal enemies. Do you know how absurd this is?"
Shen Qianluo calmly held his forehead and sighed, "If I say that I just want to taste the dessert, will you trust me?"
Watching Shen Qianluo's actions cautiously, Nibelungen shook his head: "If the other party is you, this is no longer a choice of yes or no. It's... I don't dare to believe it."
"You are extremely powerful. If you fall into your trap, I will be doomed. But you are not only extremely powerful, but also resourceful and far-sighted... No one will trust you."
After a moment of silence, the corners of his mouth finally curled up into a calm arc. Shen Qianluo turned around and smiled slightly: "Lord Dragon King praised me so much, I guess my heart must have been touched."
Nibelungen immediately became alert, with an expression of 'you are still so cunning' written on his face, and took a step back: "I take back my previous evaluation in Yuanxia Palace. Shen Qianluo, you have indeed changed a lot, but such changes have definitely not made you weaker..."
The Dragon King stared at the boy's every move with a slightly solemn look in his eyes, and slowly said the conclusion he had drawn after spying on him for many days, "You have gone from being the most prominent chess piece on the chessboard to being the chess player hiding behind the scenes."
"I can't see through you anymore. Even I have to admit that when you grew up, you even frightened me at times."
After laughing silently, Shen Qianluo's voice remained calm and peaceful: "In that case, give up your faith. After being unconscious for so long, Ali will be worried about me."
Nibelungen's eyelids twitched subtly, and he suppressed his doubts and surprise, which was no less than the shadow of knowing that Morax had found love: "Are you really sincere to him?"
"?" Shen Qianluo snorted indifferently with her arms folded across her chest. The half-moon eyes on her pretty face flashed with surprise. "Lord Dragon King, do you have any objections to this?"
"...Well, what does the marriage of the Son of Heaven have to do with me?" Nibelungen turned his head away and decisively distanced himself from the matter.
"I admit that I fell into your trap again. I personally dug through your memory... Even though you must have blocked a lot of content, I have to acknowledge your ideas and abilities. But, if you want to take away my faith, tell me the answer to a question."
She stared at him for a second with her arms folded across her chest, then Shen Qianluo said in a light voice, "Please speak."
The Dragon King's expression became serious, and he whispered more seriously than ever before: "When we were drinking, that guy named Wendy described your experience in Teyvat to me, and it made me curious about you now."
"But Shen Qianluo, tell me, in the memory just now, you clearly slept for two thousand years before waking up - but two thousand years ago, your personality was definitely not to the point where I was so scared and puzzled."
"Moracus doesn't know how strong your soul was in its prime, but I do. Fighting the wear and tear of time for a demon god will never tire you to the point of your soul being scattered and your temperament changing."
"This is too strange, Shen Qianluo. The calmness and restraint you are now holding are extremely abnormal. With such a change in personality before and after falling asleep, I can only think of one possibility..."
Nibelungen slowly kept his breathing steady and spoke solemnly, "In the past two thousand years, you have not fallen into a true sleep. Instead, you have a complete and intact memory of two thousand years in a place unknown to anyone."