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

Su Ming rested for a while, then struggled to get up by supporting himself on the floor and went to the mirror beside him.

He casually unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar, then turned sideways to look at the wound on his shoulder in the mirror.

Thanks to the shirt, I didn't get all over myself with the gravel, which was a blessing in disguise.

Tartaglia had no intention of getting up from the ground. "I noticed that you were often injured after leaving Winter Solstice..."

"Really?" Su Ming raised his eyes, his eyes full of coldness, "Why do I feel like I'm easily hurt when I'm alive?"

"So what hit you again?" Zhongli sighed helplessly, standing beside Su Ming and carefully looking at his face, "You still have internal injuries."

It doesn't look like the internal injuries were caused by being hit, but rather injuries that have been accumulated for some time.

Hearing this, Su Ming nodded, relying on the fact that he had already been exposed, and said, "There is power in the meteorite last time that I can use, but it seems a little beyond my expectations."

"You mean..." At the side, Tartaglia frowned slightly, "Is it the mission of the skirmisher?"

"Yes." Su Ming took out two pieces of clothes from the closet and walked behind the screen. His tone was particularly calm. "I was going to study it, but Sanbing kicked the meteorite to pieces. Before I could recover, I was kicked into the abyss again..."

Zhongli frowned slightly and spoke in a low voice, "Your colleague..."

Are your feet a little itchy?

"Fortunately, I spit out the blood." Su Ming buttoned up his clothes one by one and said through the screen, "Otherwise, I would have to hold it in for a few more days."

Dadalia:? ? ?

He looked at the screen in front of him in disbelief, "So you didn't vomit blood because you were hit?"

It made him feel guilty for a long time!

"Of course." Su Ming came out from behind the screen, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, "I'm also angry. I can't understand why I'm so unlucky."

Tartaglia sighed and didn't want to get up from the ground anymore.

Zhongli frowned and looked at the clothes thrown casually in the corner, and a golden light flashed from his fingertips again.

The dusty clothes turned into ashes in an instant, and the blood energy on Su Ming's body also disappeared instantly.

Su Ming moved his shoulders tentatively, and when he felt the skill was working, he sat aside with peace of mind.

If he had known that Zhongli was so considerate, why would he still wear a vest? He should have blown himself up long ago!

"The clothes are in the closet." Su Ming raised his chin towards Tartaglia, "Go change. Don't let anyone see you, an executive officer, in such a mess."

Forget about Ying. If it was someone else, they would have pounced on him and stabbed him.

Tartaglia was stunned for a moment, then stood up silently, casually pulled out a set of similar clothes from the closet, and went behind the screen.

"Brother Su Ming?"

The young man's questioning voice sounded outside the courtyard, as if he was frightened by the barrier that Zhongli casually threw out.

Su Ming glanced at Zhongli and walked out quickly.

Zhongli curled his lips and smiled slightly, his eyes swept across the screen beside him, then turned and walked into the yard.

At the gate of the yard, the boy with light blue hair held up a popsicle and looked at Su Ming, "Brother Su Ming, I want to go out with Xiang Ling to collect food, and we will take Tok with us."

"Tok?" Su Ming frowned slightly and asked in confusion: "Where's Ying?"

Chongyun scratched his head in confusion. "It seems to be a commission from Yue Haiting. It is said that the secretary is missing."

Let’s go collect ingredients first, and then go find Xingqiu to have dinner together at Wanmin Hall. But adding a child now won’t affect anything.

Chongyun looked up at Su Ming and assured him, "Don't worry, Brother Su Ming, we will take good care of Toke."

Su Ming took out a tube of cold medicine and stuffed it into Chongyun's pocket. "Okay, got it. This medicine can be used in emergencies."

Chongyun's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately.

Watching Chongyun heading towards Wanmin Hall, Su Ming turned to look at Tartaglia who had just changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom, "Your brother was kidnapped by someone."

Hearing this, Tartaglia's eyelids twitched slightly, "I clearly asked you to bring Tok..."

Who would have thought that Su Ming had so many people around him to help take care of the children?

"You seem to be so gentle to everyone?" Zhongli leaned back in a chair in the yard, looking at Su Ming with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Whether it was to Ying, Paimeng or these children, Su Ming always seemed to have a smiling look on his face.

Su Ming turned back in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Isn't that the case, sir?"

Zhongli is patient and tolerant with the child he raised, so why can’t he do the same?

Were all those books copied in vain?

Hearing this, Zhongli sighed helplessly.

My good temper is caused by living too long and being worn out too much!

"Mora can buy a lot of happiness." Su Ming leaned aside casually, speaking lazily, "I'm so rich now, but you're not smiling. Are you waiting until I'm buried before you smile?"

"That's true, but fighting is still more interesting." Tartaglia plucked a leaf from the bonsai and played with it in his hand.

Hearing this, Su Ming narrowed his eyes and said, "Let's talk about it after you recover from your injury."

Before he finished speaking, there was a light knock on the door behind him.

Su Ming was slightly startled and opened the door sideways.

Outside the door, the courier put a letter in Su Ming's hand, then turned and left with a smile.

Su Ming stared blankly at the unmarked envelope, and a huge question mark suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Qiuqiu Express... Is this a backdoor way to send letters?

"Hmm?" Tartaglia raised her eyebrows slightly, watching Su Ming's expression change rapidly, "Who sent the letter?"

Su Ming's fingers trembled as he took out a thin piece of paper from the envelope.

[Dear Adonis, I'm here, please open the door! ]

Su Ming: ???

At the side, Tartaglia stuck his head out and took a look at the letter. "What is this...?"

The handwriting looked familiar, but not quite.

Su Ming looked desolate and pushed the door open with his elbow unceremoniously.

"Ouch!"

The boy's exclamation came from outside the door, and Tartaglia turned around, stunned!

Outside the door, a young man in blue and black clothes sat on the ground, covering his forehead, looking a little aggrieved.

This... was younger than the person he remembered...

Su Ming crumpled the letter in his hand and endured it again and again, "What's your number?"

This kid looks exactly like the doctor! Help! He's just a little smaller! He's just a leftover at best!

On the ground, the young man raised his head and fully presented his mask to the others. "A failure?"

"Dottore..." Su Ming gritted his teeth. His lazy expression suddenly turned ferocious. "So you came here to..."

"Yes!" The young man curled his lips, stood up naturally from the ground and clapped his hands, raising his chin slightly, "Slice, who was regarded as a failure, ran away from home and joined the enemy. What do you think of this story?"

Tartaglia frowned, "Enemy?"

"Of course!" Although he looked like a young boy, Dotole was still confident, "Those who damage the laboratory are our enemies."

Having said that, the young man looked directly at Su Ming through the mask, his face full of sneers, but his voice was pitiful.

"The kind Lord Disaster will definitely take in a poor little slice like me, right?"