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

Inside an abandoned ruin.

The blonde girl was holding a simple sword in her hand, standing on a pile of rubble, looking down at the two people in the deep pit below.

The normally smooth white curly hair was covered in dust, with strands of red at the ends.

Tartaglia stretched out his hand with difficulty and waved, leaning his back against the wall and slowly exerting force.

"Hiss..." Su Ming took a deep breath, endured the pain in his shoulder blade and slowly straightened his body.

"Injured?" Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly moved the stone next to him and reached out to the two executives inside.

Su Ming waved his hand, turned around and slowly climbed up holding on to the rubble.

There were no signs of injury on his black clothes, but the increasing amount of red in his hair as he moved was alarming.

Tartaglia took a deep breath and quickly stood up to support Su Ming.

"Bad luck..." Su Ming muttered to himself, then slumped down on a rock beside him with a gloomy expression.

So unlucky...

I just wanted to have a good time, but I found that the number of enemies exceeded my expectations. The battle was not difficult, but I was buried...

Do people who are unlucky these days resort to tricks all the time?

Ying blinked and took out the various medicines that Su Ming had contributed a few days ago from her pocket. "Here."

"I thought..." Tartaglia forced a smile and said weakly, "It seems that the traveler is really an honest and kind person."

If the two Fatui executives had any evil intentions, they might have been buried on the spot.

The blonde girl hummed softly with her nose, then opened the potion and sprinkled it on the young man in front of her.

After all, I have received the money, how can I just stand by and watch someone die?

"Is the injury serious?" Tartaglia found a bunch of medicine and started taking it crazily, but his eyes were fixed on the blood on the corners of Su Ming's lips, "You vomited blood..."

Su Ming closed his eyes, "Yes..."

In fact, it wasn’t all because of being hit, it was mainly because of being angry.

Bad luck is hard to guard against, and the series of schemes made Su Ming extremely depressed.

Compared to the internal injuries caused by anger, the injuries caused by being hit are obviously a bit more terrifying.

Su Ming gritted his teeth and pulled at the clothes that were stuck together behind him, and felt a handful of cold medicine.

Ying had just opened a tube of potion and automatically ignored the snake demon's gaze and continued pouring it!

Su Ming's pupils shrank slightly. He wanted to stop it but was afraid of being exposed.

Stop it, your potion is about to expire!

"So why is the doctor so good at spending money?" Tartaglia didn't know who to blame for the moment, and silently put the blame on the doctor, "There are so many functioning ruins guards, and they were simply abandoned?"

Don't want to continue researching?

Why not sell it as scrap metal?

As a good brother of Adonis, Tartaglia condemns the doctor's wasteful behavior!

Hearing this, Su Ming sighed and silently reduced the doctor's operating budget by one zero. "I think his funding is too much, so I'm just stealing some to build a toy factory!"

"Huh?" Ying's palm trembled slightly, and she asked doubtfully: "But I heard that rich people are the ones who manage money..."

They are in charge of the money, what are you doing as a bookkeeper and money earner? !

Hearing this, Su Ming randomly used two healing skills on himself and said, "Lord Pantalone will definitely agree to the small request of his loyal and weak subordinate..."

At this point, Su Ming raised his head and revealed a strange and sinister smile, "If he doesn't agree, then I will pack Su Ming up and send him to the vault of the Northland Bank..."

Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and for a moment she didn't know whether she was happy or scared.

If Su Ming enters the vault, you can put her in the pot and bring her in with you, and then fill the entire pot with Mora!

Ying thought about it while sitting cross-legged beside him, obviously planning to have a long conversation, "They all said you were a civil servant."

Are the civil servants’ combat power so high?

"That's right..." Su Ming reached out and felt Tartaglia's pulse, and said, "I became an executive officer because of my brain. I must be a civil servant."

"What about me?" Tartaglia raised his eyes and asked in confusion, "Then I am the military attaché?"

Hearing this, Ying looked at Tartaglia with an indescribable look.

What’s the difference between having a brain but not using it and having no brain at all?

"You, take good care of your injuries." Su Ming's lips twitched slightly, "How long has it been since your last injury healed?"

For some reason, Tartaglia felt inexplicably guilty and touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.

"Alright." Su Ming stood up slowly, not daring to tear at the wound on his back. "Traveler, please return to Liyue Harbor first."

"Why?" Ying opened her eyes wide in confusion. She wanted to follow and eat melons! And if you are injured, you must change the bandage, right?

Is it wrong that she just wants to help?

Su Ming looked at the disdainful expression on Ying's face and could not help complaining, "Because there was such a big commotion here, the nearby Fatui base will send people over."

Hearing this, Ying pursed her lips and could only leave, looking back every few steps.

What a pity, I dug up the person but didn't get to feast my eyes on him. If I had known, I would have just used the sleeping potion Su Ming gave me...

After watching Ying's back completely disappear, Su Ming took out a palm-sized pot from his backpack and raised his chin towards Tartaglia, "Go in!"

Everyone come in!

Tartaglia found it hard to understand the strange expectation in his friend's eyes, but he could only put his hand on the teapot.

Su Ming put away the teapot with satisfaction and clicked on the anchor skill to teleport.

……

In the small courtyard, Zhongli sat on the stone table, holding a thin wolf-hair brush above the paper, writing something seriously.

Suddenly, Zhongli raised his eyes and looked towards the closed bedroom beside him.

After thinking for a moment, Zhongli stood up and walked to the door. He gently pushed the door open with his black-gloved hand.

On the bedroom floor, a young man with a pale face was leaning against the edge of the bed, and the teapot beside him was shaking gently.

In the blink of an eye, the orange-haired man appeared, his face also pale and his lips stained with blood.

"What is this?" Zhongli frowned slightly, and sent out a rock elemental force from his fingertips. An invisible barrier instantly unfolded, wrapping the entire courtyard.

"Unlucky..." Su Ming explained weakly, and after changing out of his snake vest, he collapsed on the floor, "I didn't expect..."

I didn’t expect that the bad luck would get worse now!

Hearing this, Zhongli's eyelids twitched slightly.

Is this child...so unlucky now?

The god who had lived for thousands of years touched his chin and began to seriously think about the reason why the Ice Queen chose Su Ming.

Are you really planning to be launched as a human bomb to Sky Island?

In that case... maybe there would be no need to fight, the Sky Island would just fall down by itself...