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

Loach Cinema.

After Su Ming watched Tartaglia walk into the viewing room as if he was going to die heroically, he turned around and went up to the small office on the third floor.

On the dimly lit staircase, the black-clothed young man's hair gradually glowed white, and the curled arc was gathered together by the dark green hairband. The gentleness of the young man disappeared in an instant.

In the office, Yi Yi stood quietly, and several people were kneeling on the carpet beside them, trembling all over.

Su Ming pushed the door open and couldn't help rubbing his slender fingers wrapped in black gloves.

"Sir." Yi Yi lowered his eyes. Although there was not much expression on his face, he was full of respect. "The person has been brought here."

The men, wearing simple clothes with patterns on them, were of different heights, but all looked frightened.

Su Ming pulled open a chair and sat down casually, crossing his legs. "Where are the others?"

Isn’t it a bit too much to intercept his convoy again and again?

It would be fine if it happened once, but if it happens repeatedly, his income will be reduced by a fraction!

Yi Yi glanced at the people around him coldly, "The rest were divided up by Master Doctor and Master Puppet, and I will bring the leader back."

On the side, the captured treasure-stealing group leader was even more terrified.

Who said Qiuqiu Express is just rich!

Is this money? This is the evil eye!!!

"Where is the money buried?" Su Ming yawned sleepily, and in his heart he cursed all the gods, fairies, and little whales who had dragged him to stay up late last night, "Tell me."

leader:???

Looking at the leader's stupid look, Su Ming closed his eyes and asked, "You're taking this shovel just for fun?"

The leader never expected that the executive officer knew him so well, and he hesitated to speak.

If you tell it, you may not live, but if you don’t tell it, you will definitely die.

Before the leader could hesitate, the long sword was already across his neck.

The sharp blade flashed with gray mist, and simply put the weight on the shoulder.

The hilt of the knife was held in the hand of the man in black in front of him. The young man, who looked very sleepy, tilted his head with sleepy eyes, but his gaze was as cold as a snake.

"Lishajiao!" The leader was startled and said hurriedly, "Behind the camp!"

Before he finished speaking, the leader lowered his head in disbelief.

The long knife pierced into the chest, and the body temperature and vitality quietly dissipated.

Su Ming casually pulled out the knife and weighed it in his hand, then lazily raised his chin towards Yi Yi.

Yi Yi's eyes turned cold, and fire elements instantly surged out from his sleeves.

After the murder and arson, the carpets were silently rolled up and dragged out one by one, and several identical girls in black clothes held towels and basins and began to clean up the crime scene.

Su Ming was satisfied. He sat on a small chair and began to look through the report.

Life is hard. One moment you are having fun slacking off in front of a small group of people, and the next moment you are working secretly behind people’s backs.

Tragic, too tragic!

After cleaning up the entanglement, Zhiyuan quietly walked out the door, leaving the heavy work to the boss alone.

.......

At night, Tartaglia staggered out of the cinema with a heavy head and a dull and blank look in his eyes.

"Hey!"

A familiar voice came from behind him, and Tartaglia turned around blankly.

On the steps in front of the cinema, the famous executive Disaster was sitting with a bucket of popcorn in his arms.

The black hair that grew to the collarbone was casually tied up at the back of his head, and the loose hair on his forehead covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell what the young man was thinking.

Su Ming raised his head slightly, revealing the tip of his chin in the light.

Tartaglia came back to his senses and looked at his friend in front of him in shock, "What's wrong with you!"

He was devastated by the plot in the movie "You love me, I love you, but I love him too" and aged more than ten years. How come his friends were suddenly drained away? !

Tartaglia hurried over and sat next to him, with a serious face, "Tell me, are you unlucky again, or is someone going to beat you up?!"

Su Ming sighed heavily, "There are too many account books. Will you help me check them?"

So can a PhD cut off all rich people?

Send the scraps to him to look at the account book.

Before he finished speaking, Tartaglia's face changed, "My friend, I believe you!"

All he has to do is fight and spend money, and the money-making is left to the rich and the disaster!

Su Ming sighed for the thousandth time today, stretched his legs, and sat on the steps without caring about his image. "I think the small slices can be a little harder."

For example, I design toys on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, check the account books on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, and repair pots on weekends.

I just don't know if people who do research and academic work can learn a little about finance.

Tartaglia took out a stack of movie tickets and sighed heavily, "I think Little Slice can go to the movies this weekend, and the pot can be entrusted to Ying."

He really didn't want to watch it.

God knows why Su Ming’s head is filled with nonsense!

He really couldn't accept those scripts!

"Snapped--"

Before Su Ming could speak, a crisp sound suddenly came from not far away.

Su Ming looked up blankly, his eyes falling on the man who had his head tilted sideways after being slapped.

A girl covered her face and cried, her hands trembling, "You...you won't marry me! Then what am I?"

Opposite the girl, the familiar Aquaman had a painful look on his face, "I just don't plan to get married for the time being."

Ah, Aquaman flipped over?

Su Ming became interested, stuffed two pieces of popcorn into his mouth, and began to eat the melon with relish.

In the crowd, a familiar yellow-haired girl smelled the melon and came over, and immediately caught sight of her dear travel companion.

Four figures, two adults, one middle-aged and one child, sat in a row on the steps. The ticket selling lady behind them poked her head out, took Mora and handed out a few cups of Coke.

Amid the crisp snapping sounds and the hissing sounds of Coke bubbles, the girl named Sisi could no longer hold back her tears, "If you don't marry me, what are the meanings of our past few years together?"

The man looked guilty, and said, "Didn't you say to wait a little longer?"

What about his fish now that he's married?!

"Poor thing." Tartaglia sighed.

"What a pity." Ying shook her head helplessly.

"Falling leaves." Su Ming disrupted the formation.

Before Tartaglia and the yellow-haired girl could turn around to complain, a slim figure walked over.

"I think Mr. Su has forgotten about me?"

The familiar scent of flowers, the familiar tone of voice, Ying blushed involuntarily and looked up at the girl in front of her.

The woman stretched out her slender fingers and pressed them on Su Ming's shoulders, with a look of displeasure on her face, "I have waited so long for you to come, but you have never come to me..."

Ying shuddered and felt her bones go soft.

On the other hand, Su Ming looked at the hand from the side and chuckled, "Miss Ying'er still remembers me? I feel like Miss Ying'er has a new target..."

Hearing this, Ying'er covered her lips and chuckled. She pushed Su Ming lightly with a frown, and glanced at the man in the middle of the crowd, "It's because you didn't come to see me..."

Ying turned her head blankly. What does this have to do with Su Ming?

I understood it, but not completely.

Su Ming bit a piece of popcorn and his eyes curved, "Ms. Ying'er, please show some mercy..."

Before he finished speaking, Su Ming had already stood up and adjusted the hairpin beside the woman's ear, "Be merciful with your words."

Ying'er smiled and nodded, then walked forward gracefully, the hem of her clothes accidentally brushing against Neptune's hand.