Chapter 296 Killing
The rustling sound of haystacks lurks in the dim underground, leaving behind obscure traces of grass leaves in its rapid movement, like silently peeping at creatures looking up at the ground and talking and laughing.
About an incense stick of time ago, the consciousness of the goddess of wisdom Nashida gradually returned to her body. She returned to the Tomb of the Red King from the World Tree. The first thing she saw made her stunned.
"Your faith... was taken away?"
The four people who were quarreling with each other (crossed out) turned their heads in unison:?
Faith? What faith?
The kind of faith that gods require?
Lord Grass God was only gone for one night, and their faith was stolen just like that?
There was silence for a moment, and the four people and one god slowly turned their heads, all casting their dark gazes towards the tent where the quiet boy was.
Tinari: "His love of sweets and sleeping late is very similar to Qianluo."
Sino: "Like Xiaoshen, he also likes my jokes."
El Haisen: "Far more than the rumors say."
Kavi: "The girl doll on his shoulder is actually alive!"
"It seems that just one night is enough to confirm his identity." Nashida sighed worriedly, feeling somewhat helpless that the details of the testimony were so beyond common sense.
only…
Candy, sleeping in, bad jokes, crumbs, and girl soldiers...
The name of the predecessor is well-known in Teyvat and has become a household name. It turns out that he must have some characteristics of his own, right?
"I have gained something from this trip. Now we have two choices." After confirming their identities, the current situation became a little clearer.
The first option is to capture Xiao Shen Qianluo in one fell swoop while the young god is still asleep, regardless of the guarantee of the Liyue King and the peace between the two countries, and then make plans after the crisis is resolved or he reveals his plan.
However, such a choice is actually a bad idea and a helpless move when in crisis. According to the dream scene, the strength of the Xiao God is still unknown, and Morax, who made the guarantee, is still with the boy. Unless it is necessary, he must not become an enemy of the two gods who have joined forces.
Therefore, the second option is the only option at this moment - make arrangements to block the road in advance, then wait quietly for Xiao Shen to wake up, and negotiate with him using the information and inferences currently available.
"That's all we can do. We don't sense any ill will from him, but he should be strong where he should be..."
They gathered together and whispered about a plan that might be a little too much for the gods. The environment inside the mausoleum was empty, and even the slightest sound was enough to cause ripples.
The strange and subtle fragrance of the grass and trees followed the long mark spreading on the ground, floating under the nose like a dandelion, stirring up sticky foam.
Nashida, who was at the lowest altitude and had the most concentrated elemental power, was startled. When she turned back suddenly, her pupils shrank slightly: "Everyone——"
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Once the young master regained consciousness, he took care of himself slowly but methodically.
When his fingertips touched the curtain of the tent, Shen Qianluo paused for a moment. He stayed where he was, with his finger bones slightly bent to form a beautiful line.
The boy had slept so soundly just now that he did not notice it in time. At this moment, it was extremely quiet outside the tent, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard clearly enough.
Just like...
What a real mausoleum should look like.
"It has finally come to this." The god raised the corner of his mouth very lightly, and his posture was elegant... He half-knelt down awkwardly and held the dragon that was wrapped around his calf in his arms.
"!" The imprisoned wind elf finally broke free from the seal of the rock elemental power, and angrily flew out of the hair accessories quickly, flying back and forth in front of Shen Qianluo, signaling him to lift the curtain.
Shen Qianluo hid all the deep thoughts in his eyes under the shadow of his eyelashes, walked out of the tent and looked around.
The hot soup was still bubbling over the crackling firewood, the tableware was placed in an orderly manner, and everything in front of me was full of traces of human stagnation.
But there was no one in sight.
"?~" The wind elf began to greet the young man again, swaying its wings left and right, as if it wanted to fly into the fork in the road first and lead the way for everyone.
"!" The Longlong in his arms suddenly straightened up slightly and called out softly. His voice was soft and cute, but it contained a calmness and majesty that could not be ignored.
"——" The wind elf lowered its head, but floated back obediently and landed on the fingertips that the young man stretched out with a faint smile.
"Longlong is right. The space here is chaotic and Xiaofeng is so weak, it's better not to stay too far away from me."
I don’t know how he understood his own Longlong’s language.
At least when Longlong squatted back in his arms and gently rubbed him, Shen Qianluo nodded repeatedly to assure him, his perfunctory attitude revealing full sincerity: "Yeah, I won't do anything nonsense, I'm sure - I didn't trick Longlong."
Longlong buried his head in his chest again, probably not satisfied.
"Be good." Shen Qianluo had to divert half of his gaze from the guiding wind elf to Long Long and rubbed his head to comfort him.
The wind elf, who failed to win favor again, shook his head angrily, flew back to the hair accessory, flapped his small wings and chirped strange notes to guide the way.
Shen Qianluo blinked, raised his eyes slightly and looked upwards, meeting the gaze of a wind elf that couldn't help but hang upside down and stick its head out, and smiled gently: "Are you angry too? I care about Xiaofeng too."
Longlong who was suddenly deprived of favor:?
Therefore, Longlong leisurely wrapped his arms around the boy's waist, showing off his long figure and easily drawing back Shen Qianluo's attention.
The wind elf got angry again, chirping but no one knew what it was saying.
Longlong responded with his back lying comfortably in the boy's arms, angering the wind elf again.
So, the master of keeping balance, Shen Qianluo, didn't know why, but the more he tried to comfort one of them, the more fiercely the two above and below started to fight (probably because the wind elf was jumping up and down and Longlong was turning a deaf ear to them).
Then, he remembered something.
The girl who ran away from home last night seemed to have never come back.
He suddenly raised his eyes to the sky, as if he wanted to see through the endless stone walls and coffins, through the disordered space and time, to see the dark, dark and boundless dark green strange sky. Shen Qianluo narrowed his eyes slightly and sneered with an ambiguous meaning.
When he turned sideways, he suddenly met the gazes of four humans who were attacking him together, as well as the mighty god who had officially taken his position on the opposing side.
The wind in the mausoleum became solemn and cold.
"Senior Xiao Shen, there is no need to pretend anymore."
He saw Nashida slowly raise her arms, and her alert yet hostile eyes reflected the hazy brilliance of broken memories of the past.
"How do you want to explain your past of "deliberately murdering" the goddess of flowers Nabu Marikata and "breaking up with the Red King Akhmar"? "