Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

On the fourth day after returning from the snow mountains, Su Ming was finally able to get out of bed.

In the living room, Su Ming huddled on the sofa with his face covered with a handkerchief, tightly wrapped in blankets and pillows.

Although the weather was not very cold, Ying still diligently lit a small flame in the fireplace.

Su Ming tilted his head and coughed twice, then turned his gaze to the man in front of him.

The man was wearing sunglasses and his hairstyle was very trendy.

"Mr. Liben." Su Ming pursed his lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Forgive me, this is the only way to entertain you. I wonder if you are here this time..."

What's the matter?

What does Daddy want me to do?

Hearing this, Li Ben smiled innocently, "It's like this, I have a business deal I want to discuss with Mr. Su Ming."

"Business?" Su Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

When it comes to business matters, shouldn’t the person you’re looking for be that white-haired snake demon’s alias?

"It's like this." Li Ben patted the box at his feet and said, "Mr. Su Ming, let me tell you, I have a big business here. How about this, you and I become partners, and we go to various countries to collect garbage... goods..."

Hearing this, Ying's eyes lit up.

I was just worried that Li Ben didn’t have business to do every day, so here comes the opportunity.

but……

Ying looked at Su Ming and felt that this business would cost Su Ming all his money...

The corners of Su Ming's lips twitched, and he asked sincerely: "Are you... serious?"

Why is this business in Ying's place just collecting garbage, but here it means collecting garbage with me?

Is there discrimination against time travelers?

Although he has a lot of money, he has brains!

Only Li Ben can continue this business!

Li Ben nodded calmly, "Seriously, because as soon as I saw Mr. Su Ming, I felt that we got along well. Mr. Su Ming and I must be of the same kind!"

What happened to garbage collection?

He is just stupid and has a lot of money!

Judging from Su Ming's appearance, he must be a stupid and rich man!

Su Ming tried his best to suppress his twitching eyelids, and said in a serious and sincere tone, "Sir, you may not know that I have cooperated with a good friend some time ago, and the working capital has basically been injected."

"Now..." Su Ming hesitated for a moment, and said, "Now I only have the money to donate."

At the side, Paimon covered his mouth and asked curiously, "Want to donate money? Where to donate to?"

Hearing this, Su Ming pursed his lips and said, "I plan to donate it to Liyue's General Affairs Department. After all, it belongs to my parents..."

It doesn't matter whether it's a will or a wish.

"That must cost a lot of money..." Paimeng pursed his lips, "Su Ming is really enthusiastic."

If she donates a large sum of money, maybe Miss Ningguang will hang Su Ming's photo between the photos of his parents...

"Ah..." Li Ben sighed regretfully, "What a pity, it's such a good business!"

Ying silently took out the apples and sunset fruit, and looked at Liben expectantly, "So you are still collecting broken... materials today?"

"Snapped--"

Li Ben immediately slammed the table and said firmly, "Collect!"

Su Ming watched Liben open the box, take out a generous reward and give it to Ying, then put the junk in his own box like treasures, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Su Ming touched his eyeballs that were about to fall out and forced a smile, "Mr. Liben's business... is really unexpected..."

He wants it too!

It’s best to save it directly in the game, instead of giving it to him directly!

Li Ben patted Su Ming's shoulder vigorously, "Mr. Su Ming, I believe in you! If you have any ideas, be sure to contact me!"

Hearing this, Su Ming nodded in a daze.

I don’t really want to collect junk, but I really want to take you back to the pot and live there permanently.

Liben packed his suitcase, stood up and prepared to leave.

Ying didn't know what was going on, so she reached out and grabbed Liben's clothes, her eyes full of reluctance.

Liben's eyes widened behind his sunglasses and he struggled to break free from Ying's attempts to keep him.

Let go!

I still have to collect the trash!

After reluctantly watching Liben go away, Ying counted the reward with a smile on her face, "Oh, Mr. Liben is so generous!"

So much money!

Hearing this, Su Ming nodded silently, "This person... is really generous."

It makes people wonder if the doctor accidentally sliced ​​the rich man, and what he sliced ​​happened to be the rich man’s few consciences.

"But..." Ying turned her attention back to her friend, brows furrowed, "You seem to have lost weight?"

Why does it feel like Su Ming turned into a bamboo pole in Qingce Village after he fell ill?

Su Ming touched his face and said, "It's okay. I'll recover once I'm well."

As he said that, Su Ming turned his head and looked upstairs, "What happened to Toke?"

How come he didn't show up all day?

"Tok..." Ying blinked, "He and Timmy are discussing the matter of the one-eyed little treasure, but...what is the one-eyed little treasure?"

Ever since I saw Timmy’s imaginary friend, I always felt that the cute name One-Eyed Little Treasure was not a good thing!

"One-eyed little treasure..." Su Ming lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "He is the ruins guard."

After all, all the failed products that the doctor had studied on a whim when researching the ruins guards were taken home by Tartaglia.

Not only that, Tartaglia also wants to send himself to cause trouble, so that the doctor's scrap rate will increase...

"what!"

Paimon exclaimed, "Ruins Guard?!"

How could such a dangerous thing be called One-eyed Little Treasure?

The originally cute nickname suddenly became weird!

"Yes." Su Ming nodded. "When you go to Zhidong, you can visit the young master's home. Dongnia and Toke are both very good children. At home..."

Of course, there were many ruins guards who were destroyed by Tartaglia's hammer.

"As expected..." Ying opened her mouth and said in an embarrassed tone, "Where is the executive officer's brother..."

But Timmy, this kid...seems to have a lot of potential.

Should we contact Captain Qin and ask them to provide some psychological counseling to Timmy?

"It seems that Su Ming is doing very well in the Kingdom of Winter." Paimon leaned on the sofa cushion beside him, his face full of envy, "It feels like Su Ming is like an honorary knight in the Kingdom of Winter!"

He seems to be a very respected doctor!

"No..." Su Ming rubbed his nose, "There are many people in Zhidong Country who curse me behind my back."

"Huh?" Paimeng was surprised. "Why?"

Su Ming has such a good temper and his medical skills are so good, why would anyone scold him?

Hearing this, Su Ming curled his lips and chuckled, then reached out and touched Paimeng's head, "You'll know when the time comes."

Maybe you will join them.

"Maybe it's because you have too good a temper." Ying patted Su Ming's hand comfortingly and said, "People with too good a temper always get hurt!"

Hearing this, Paimon blinked.

Is that right?

I always feel that what Su Ming said is not the same thing!

PS: [Zhongli x Su Ming] small theater ~

There is a small knife in the small theater...

……

The dusk deepens and the moonlight becomes dim.

The master musician slowly struck the sandalwood clappers in his hands, once, once, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

The carved red lanterns hanging under the eaves were blown by the breeze, swaying gently in circles.

The guest at the Wangsheng Hall became increasingly silent, ordering only a cup of tea and sitting in a corner every day. He seemed absent-minded when others spoke to him.

Somehow, since the war, this man of mysterious origin seemed to have learned how to save money.

The wallet embroidered with flying clouds and dragons was carefully hidden inside the lapel and never opened again.

After a while, the silent guest put down a few Moras and walked away along the familiar road.

After passing a few moon gates, you will see lights flickering in the winding corridors and the flickering candlelight in the stone lanterns.

A loquat tree in the courtyard blooms light yellow flowers with tender petals and rich colors.

The light breeze brought the aroma of wine. Zhongli leaned against the corridor and carefully poured a little loquat wine.

"Morax!"

"gentlemen."

"I want to go back."

"Reunited in another world."

Even the hearts of gods can wear out. Zhongli could not remember the smiling eyes of that young man.

But now when he recalled it again, all that could not be worn away was the young man's shattered body and the red blood dancing in the sky.

It was like the accusation of the gray mist, how he came and how he left.

The body and soul shattered into pieces of snow, and could no longer be pieced together as a complete Su Ming amid the crying of the mist.

The gray mist, ruthlessly abandoned by its master, went mad, and its hoarse cries spread throughout every inch of Teyvat.

"It's broken! It's so broken!"

He didn't know when the love for his child changed, he didn't know why the young man was hesitant to speak, and he didn't know the disappointment of feeling that it was all just a dream.

Huqin, Tanban, Pipa...

Dongxiao, gong, leather drum...

Indistinct and unrecognizable instrumental music began to play together, and the sound could be heard from far away.

One sound after another became a tune and a song.

Zhongli narrowed his eyes, held a glass of loquat wine in his mouth, leaned his back against the blue brick wall, and listened to the noise coming from the theater outside.

Separated by the distance between life and death, Zhongli seemed to be able to see through the twilight sky, and see the young man holding a fan and listening to music, with a cup of tea at his hand, and the hot steam creating a scene that could be put into a painting.

After a while, Zhongli chuckled softly.

In the boat filled with gold, jade and pearls, there are people listening to operas.

The ones who are left alone in the empty pavilion and unable to see each other again are also the audience.

(The author suddenly lost inspiration and decided to cut himself in order to rebuild himself. Please forgive me for this small cut.

Note: I have not been writing smoothly recently, and I am not very satisfied with the plot in the past few days. If you have any small suggestions during the reading process, please let me know. I will read them carefully and make changes.)