Chapter 292: Qing Luo
If Zhongli himself were here, he would definitely be able to see that Shen Qianluo was about to start talking nonsense again.
For example, the dragon on the shoulder did not look surprised at all. He half-closed his eyes, and let his long tail hang down, gently stroking the boy's arm.
"It's a very meaningful reasoning. This is what you all want to express, right?" Shen Qianluo's thin lips, lit up by the bonfire, showed a smile as if bathed in the spring breeze. His ahoge hair was shaking as he spoke with great confidence.
"We agreed to chase after Xiao Shen together, but all along the way, you guys just took me through his story, and even said that just now - is it really me? Can I become a god too? I'm so happy, this time I can kill that woman, right?"
"You..." Caught off guard by the strange boy's sudden outburst of enthusiasm, Elhaisen was almost caught by him by the wrist. His eyes were slightly startled, and he quickly threw the blame to Kavi and gave clear instructions, "Go and comfort him. There is no good thing in this world that he hopes for."
"Why don't you say it yourself?" Kavi glanced at him unhappily. He was distracted and faced with the pleasant fragrance of Shen Qianluo. He almost swallowed the words of comfort he wanted to say, "Um, Qiao... Actually, it's not like that."
Looking directly at the boy whose silver eyes sparkled, his eyelashes trembled slightly and he hesitated to speak. "You really want to kill her? That's right. She has been tortured like that since she was two years old... Oh, what a miserable child."
He was moved and felt pity for the boy, and instinctively wanted to touch the boy's head to comfort him. He also caught a glimpse of the joy and depth in the god's slightly bright eyes. The next second, his hand was on his shoulder, and his expression was slightly absent-minded.
...Will he be the god everyone is looking for?
All the rationality in my mind kept telling me that the image of the young man in front of me might be more real than any scholar I had ever seen.
He is not kind enough, his thoughts are dark enough, and his expression is playful enough; but he is also lively enough, yearning for the vigor of life and chasing the enthusiasm of the future.
Every look, every movement, and every emotion he expressed was very much like an ordinary yet ambitious, dark yet energetic child of the desert.
He doesn't look like God. He doesn't look like the omniscient, omnipotent, gentle and elegant God that humans imagine.
However, the extreme intuition that vibrated from his beating chest kept reminding him that the boy's innocent smile and lively enthusiasm were just suppressing his extremely deep and obscure nature.
He is even less like a god.
So in summary…
He doesn’t understand at all!!
It is indeed too difficult to try to see through the gods with a human body. Only an old guy who has lived for thousands of years can understand a little bit of the same thoughts, right? !
And their Lord Grass God is only a 500-year-old child. Even if the four of them are included, he may not even be 600 years old.
Oh yeah, is there another straggler?
Then again, where have the stragglers gone since they separated from them? …
Kavi was silent for a second, and continued to look at the cute girl doll that he had patted on the shoulder and pinned under his hand, staring at him with a ferocious (?) look, as if she wanted to kill him: ...
Kavi: "! I'm sorry I didn't notice... Wait, why is the doll alive!?"
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At the same time, inside the World Tree, Nashida moved cautiously.
Stealing enough energy from the activation of both devices, she once again penetrated deep into the core of the world.
The huge tree before my eyes is still dreamy and peaceful. The pond reflects the sky, and the leaves extending to the horizon overlap in depth and shallowness, and the rustling sounds tell a torrent of information.
The wind blew, and it was like leaves falling with the wind. At the end of the years of silence, the girl slowly raised her hand. The light of the grass leaves in her palm was locked with the power stolen from the device left by the god, which was enough to extract the truth.
Naturally, she would not use the legal powers of the Seven Worldly Rulers for free to activate the device connecting the world for the boy.
As a creature nurtured by the origin of the world, she gazed with extreme caution, and had enough confidence that she would get the truth she wanted on this trip.
'Did they...really do that?'
“■■…”
As if it had received an order, the dim light quickly burst into bright brilliance as it rose into the sky, blending with the world without any hindrance.
Nashida's eyes were slightly stunned.
The Great Compassion Tree King, whom he regarded as his predecessor in ancient times, actually joined forces with the Red King, the Flower God, and the Flute God Qianluo to steal the origin of the world.
Senior Xiaoshen connected his power with Teyvat? But if he were a native of this world, wouldn't this be...
The thought that suddenly flashed through her mind made her hold her breath immediately, and even the ends of her hair behind her lit up.
It turned out to be the case.
"Xiao Shen Qianluo is the one who descended upon the world...right?"
"…■"
The moment she lowered her eyes, her expression showed that she was thoughtful. Nashida continued to maintain the supply of strength and asked further questions.
'What was the plan they had worked together to carry out that was enough to shake the world?'
But after the question merged into the silvery ancient trees and flowers of the world and shook the long river of all information and data, what vaguely flashed before the gods' eyes was not the imagined text answer.
An ancient but powerful spell instantly swept across his face and carried away his soul. The moment his pupils suddenly shrank, it seemed as if it had suddenly crossed time and space and led the young god back to the distant past.
That was the combination of the young man and the Red King, the entanglement and fusion of two powerful divine powers, and the pillar of light that tore through the sky, holding up a young body, leaping through layers of sharp time and space—
"Don't worry about your ability. We have the ideas, the technology, the strength, and even the art in front of us. "
'But you can't paint your own portrait well.'
"You went to look for paint again? I think there's no need to support him in starting a business like this. He can't paint well, so why don't we three do it?"
'The creation of the body is not an ordinary process, and the dispersion of the soul also verifies the purity of character. Once you get involved, there is no way back.'
The afterglow of sunset flows freely on the boy's black hair. On an unknown street, in an unusually prosperous city, the boy smiles brightly with a heavy schoolbag hanging happily on his shoulders.
His eyes were the same silvery brightness as those of the mysterious desert boy, like jewels immersed in the light of water and sky, rippling with a cheerfulness and purity that had never appeared in the eyes of a god.
Maintaining a brisk pace, he extended his hand to the familiar purple-haired boy walking beside him: "Guobeng, let's go, let's go home~"
The boy named Guobeng chuckled and responded gently. At the moment when the two held hands, the boy with black hair and silver eyes seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look at the camera, with grass and lightning faintly surging at his fingertips.
“…Yeah?”
Unfortunately, across such a long distance and time and space, the fleeting glimpse disappeared without a trace.
With a face that was exactly the same as 'Joe'' but with a different temperament, the boy scratched his head and pinched his chin to try to analyze something: "Wife, did you feel a strange peeping just now?"
The purple-haired boy frowned slightly. When he turned his head sideways, he looked thin and had a straight back. “I believe in your intuition. It’s just… you are so bold that you even dare to spy on me. I will kill one more today.”
"Great, let's defeat Gao Wei and help Wan Ye get back classmate Qian Qiao!" The young man rolled up his sleeves with great momentum and was full of energy, but was stopped in time by 'Guobeng' behind him.
When their eyes met, even the remaining red of the setting sun seemed to be filled with warmth.
"Don't rush too far ahead, Qingluo, I'll protect you."
"I really love my wife the most—"