Chapter 297 Misunderstanding
"Intentional murder" and "breaking up with the enemy".
Perhaps such words are too cold, a faint light blooms in the girl's hands, like a flower carrying the earth's veins and memories. The slightly cool light green light falls to the ground like a veil, shaking open the textured canvas on the stone slabs rooted in the ground.
It was clear at a glance which past dream Nashida had finally found.
Perhaps she noticed the darkening sky and was alarmed by the unknown danger approaching quietly, or perhaps she just happened to find the old fragments scattered in a corner of the mausoleum, confirming her determination to confront the gods, or perhaps, she joined forces with someone...
All in all, the current situation in Xumi and even Teyvat is already very bleak. Just look at the dark green sky that caused a commotion outside the empty Red King's Mausoleum, and you can get a glimpse of the crisis.
"Explain?" Unfortunately, the god only gave him a warm and indifferent look, staring at that memory, as if he was lost in his own thoughts, "...Maybe Xiao Shen did it."
He could feel the atmosphere around him getting colder.
"senior…"
"However." In the unparalleled concentration of the crowd, Shen Qianluo smiled slightly and took the initiative to walk forward, "I am not the Xiao God~ How can a weak human being be compared with gods?"
Following the boy's actions, the vigilant encirclement moved and adjusted. The young master had not felt such a large number of direct and piercing hostility for a long time, and for a moment he could not help but nod in a good mood and protect Longlong.
"Since you adults doubt my identity, you should also produce evidence, right? How about this, let's have a fight..." He caught a glimpse of Longlong's steady green bean eyes that showed an expression of disapproval, and coughed, "It's a pity that fighting is beneath the noble status of adults, so you should brainstorm with me..."
“Why would I need to brainstorm with you? You betrayed my God.” However, his words were interrupted as a sandy-yellow figure suddenly emerged from the bubbling ground. As Shen Qianluo raised his gaze, a huge, hideous and twisted head was revealed.
"From the moment you appeared in my sight, you were destined to be unable to escape the shackles of your identity. I will never make a mistake in recognizing you. Now, Xiao Shen, do you have anything else to say?"
Holding the dragon in one hand, Shen Qianluo glanced left and right, and pinched his chin thoughtfully: "The personnel are almost complete, the Dragon of Grass, the God of Grass, and a few elite humans... Where are the stragglers? The new law-breaking gods should not be absent...!"
He was almost hit by the sudden sweep of the grass dragon Apep's tail, and the moment he jumped away from his original position in an instant, the ground was hit hard and cracked. In the flying dust, Xiao Sa's clothes and wolf tail fluttered, and the wind elf's hair accessories flashed with light.
"I hope King Chi doesn't mind his own mausoleum being demolished. Well, Longlong can't do such a wicked thing."
The moment he fell back to the ground with a chuckle, the four humans, led by the most skilled Senor, rushed towards him with their weapons in hand. Shen Qianluo retreated decisively, and said hello to everyone behind him, "The staff preparation is not in place, so we can't start filming for the time being~"
"Senior Xiaoshen!"
He heard Nashida, who had temporarily joined forces with Apep, calling him anxiously. Just as he was about to concentrate on escaping in a split second, his retreating figure suddenly bumped into something. Just as he was about to look back, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
"I heard you were looking for me?"
At this moment, he glanced at the scattered soldier's hand that was holding him, and with a slightly joking and frivolous tone, he poked the ear of the God of Escape from behind, "Why don't we try and see, who can run faster, you or me who can hold your hand faster?"
"It's a slightly unexpected reunion." It was unclear whether it was a very light laugh, but Shen Qianluo's stagnant figure finally stabilized little by little, and the corners of his mouth that were lowered in the shadow slowly revealed a meaningful arc, "This look is quite suitable for "National Collapse". "
The soldier who had finally taken off his women's clothes was stunned for a moment, probably unable to understand the god's intention for a moment. At this moment of trance, he seemed to be caught off guard by a glimpse of the clear and elegant golden eyes.
"You're watching, aren't you?"
"I have always known that I would always be betrayed by others on my way forward."
He seemed to see the god smiling and whispering to someone, but the gentle smile did not reach his eyes.
"Of course you know...
After all, this is how you expect me to live."
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From the Nibelungen, the ancient elemental dragon king, Apep who hibernates in the desert and suffers from torture, to the Red King, the flower god, and the grass god who turns against each other...
They were the witnesses of betrayal, and even if they were gods, they could not escape the pain of "endless division and enmity".
"If you want to describe it as 'intentional murder', that's fine."
Two thousand years ago, the Red King's Tomb was not yet a cold and silent mausoleum, and the thriving oasis had not yet been contaminated by the endless yellow sand. He and the Red King confronted each other in the sparkling wind, with the body of the flower goddess Nabu Marikata lying beside him.
Just like now, he was under siege and the evidence of betrayal lay before him.
Perhaps the miracles left by the gods are always grand and beautiful, and the flower god died, but her cold body was gorgeous and beautiful. A storm suddenly arose, yellow sand filled the sky, and all the beautiful things were swallowed up by the disaster, making the secret passage leading to all knowledge of the sky and the abyss seem more like an absurd joke.
Just like the old dreams that were held up, torn apart, and condemned by the God of Grass.
"She...died because of you? Because of your deliberate murder?" He whispered this fragmented question with difficulty and determination. The Red King, who was holding the weapon tightly with trembling fingertips, waited for the answer, but hoped that this was just a nonsensical dream without any reality.
The betrayed person is like an old friend who has forgotten the past. He will still question in disbelief before the breakup, as if looking at the gods with such pain and disappointment can always gain the illusory redemption in fantasy: "The large area of dark green sky above the Red King's Mausoleum, is it really the work of the predecessor?"
That year, the Red King saw the god from the sky sighing and explaining in a low voice, even with a hint of impatience: "The thing you desire is already within reach. She can help you reach the land of dreams, so I will allow it."
The god recalled delicately, and whispered: "Such a miracle must have come from the hands of the gods. Perhaps, it is indeed related to me."
"…deliberate murder?" In the past, the Red King walked towards him step by step, staring at him with an extremely earnest gaze, and saw a gesture of denial.
"When the Grass Dragon approached us to cooperate, I was not completely sure." Just as Buyer was gradually approaching, and betrayed, questioned, and followed by hostility, "...Are you forcing us to misunderstand you?"
But the Red King only saw the god's cold eyes and casual tone: "It was a deliberate murder."
So the god said, as usual, in a leisurely and neutral tone: "I am coveting faith. Faith that is in a mess should be a mixed taste, right?"
In the end, his past self fought against the Red King. The battle was either brutal or he was restricted by the passage opened by the flower god with death.
Just like him now. He fought off the four humans who joined forces, and in the next moment he faced Nashida and Apep who attacked.
But the Red King still failed to kill them all, and he left calmly, leaving his old friend with his back disappearing in the yellow sand.
Just like him now. He looked at Apep from a distance, and saw Nashida clutching something in front of her chest thoughtfully, just as she had planned...
"For the plan."
Even though the gods always understood that the death of the Flower God was not his intentional murder, and that the breakup with the Scarlet King was not his fault, during the War of the Burial Fire, he had no choice but to have a deep hatred for the dragons, and even more...
His favorite dragon, Morax once misunderstood him.
He could explain it, of course. Gods shouldn't be greeted with those disappointed looks. As the young master of the sky, Qianluo Shen, he naturally...
At the moment of the confrontation, the young man flashed back to the sky full of yellow sand and the abnormal dark green and strange sky.
Everything is just for the plan, for the overall situation, and for the way that person wants him to live.
The god still raised the corner of his mouth lightly, looking down at the righteous army that was chasing out of the Red King's Mausoleum, letting go of Longlong, who had suddenly tensed up and became cautious and solemn, and flew to the top of the highest tower, looking at the huge dark clouds that were about to drip into the dust.
"Your faith is in a mess. All the gods and humans you have been looking at should enter the arena."
"The shadow is indeed my right-hand man. You wouldn't just send the shadow to warn me, right?"
With a face exactly the same as that of the boy named 'Qing Luo', the curve of the boy's mouth was brilliant and unrestrained, he looked up at the sky, his voice was gentle, and his soft hair was flying in the wind.
"Father, stop looking."