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

The fireworks tore cracks in the dark night, and the streams of light fell like stars, blending into the lights of thousands of homes.

Su Ming looked at the boys and girls in front of him and smiled.

He stood up and picked up a basket from the windowsill, which was full of red envelopes.

"Come on!" Su Ming reached out and took out a stack of red envelopes with names written in ink on the cover.

"This is mine." Chongyun's eyes lit up and he took the red envelope from Su Ming.

Su Ming handed them out one by one and watched the children hand over their own food with a smile.

After receiving the red envelopes, Xiangling and others looked at each other and left.

Go home for dinner!

When the door closed again, Su Ming turned his head and saw Paimeng's sparkling eyes.

"Where's mine?" Paimon rubbed his hands and kicked his feet in the air expectantly.

Little Paimeng also wants a red envelope!

Su Ming smiled and stuffed the red envelope in his hand into Paimeng's hand, "You have one too."

After saying this, Su Ming looked at Ying again and took out a red envelope, "This is yours."

After all, he is a hard-working traveler, so it’s not too much to give him a red envelope!

Ying looked at Su Ming with blinking eyes, "Me too?"

To be honest, she may be a little older than Su Ming.

"Yes." Su Ming smiled and nodded, rubbing Ying's head, "Let's go upstairs to eat."

As he spoke, Su Ming pushed Ying onto the terrace.

Ying was obediently pushed upstairs by Su Ming with a bright smile on her face.

The eight-immortal table on the terrace was filled with delicious food and the aroma was overwhelming.

Su Ming looked around and suddenly felt a little regretful.

I should have called someone who didn't know Zhongli's identity. Otherwise, we can see Xiaobao fidgeting after being toasted...

pity……

Unfortunately, everyone here today knows Zhongli’s identity, even Dr. Slicing knows the news.

Su Ming pursed his lips and waited for Zhongli to sit down in the main seat before sitting down.

"What about my red envelope?"

When the young man's muffled voice came, Su Ming couldn't help but turn his head in surprise and look at the trumpet doctor who was sitting with him and Ying.

"You?" Su Ming raised his eyebrows, his face full of disbelief, "Are you sure?"

It's not about making sure you want it, it's about making sure you really want it.

The young doctor looked at his height, which was similar to Ying's, and nodded heavily, "Sure!"

All his funds and personal savings had been taken away by Su Ming, and the Liyue branch of the Northern Bank also refused to accept his bills.

If he hadn't received the New Year's money, he might have really cried and begged Su Ming for it.

Seeing the little doctor nod, Su Ming pursed his lips and took out a red envelope from his pocket, "I hope you don't regret it..."

"Puff!" Paimon hadn't sat on the children's seat yet, and happened to be floating in the air when he saw the red envelope cover.

Ying poked her head in curiously, and suddenly couldn't suppress her smile.

On the envelope made of red paper, childish curves drew a pattern of a child sitting on the ground and crying. It seemed to be the little assistant next to him.

Xiaoduotuolei held the red envelope in his hand, not knowing whether to keep it or put it down.

Su Ming painted his current appearance, but Dotore knew it in his heart.

Su Ming must have a photo of his original appearance.

The young doctor gritted his teeth and accepted it.

Respect and dignity are nothing in front of Mora, especially for a corporate slave who works for free without any money!

There is no way I can file a complaint myself, I don’t even have complete human rights!

Tartaglia put her hand on her cheek, smiling, "Xiao Bo... you are so cute."

Normally, adult slices look crazy yet calm, but I didn’t expect the underage slices to be so interesting.

"Yeah, yeah!" Paimon chuckled and clapped his hands, "I always thought Xiaobo was very cute!"

It feels like a child pretending to be an adult, and people can't help but want to tease him!

Hearing this, Dr. Trumpet turned his head silently and memorized the appearance of the white floating spirit in his mind.

The useless little slice can't beat the young master and the disaster, nor can he beat the yellow-haired girl.

But this doesn't stop underage Slice from secretly drawing on Paimon's face!

The little doctor clenched his fists and planned to try cutting this little thing when he had the chance!

Su Ming reached out and poured a glass of wine, while the underage boy held the iced Coke.

"Happy Lantern Festival." Su Ming raised his glass with a smile on his face.

……

After the party, everyone found their own place of satisfaction and waited to watch the sky lanterns of the Sea Lantern Festival.

Xiangling finished her family dinner and came to find Ying with a bowl of rice in her arms, eagerly looking at him.

Su Ming waved his hand and sent them out together with Dr. Trumpet. Tartaglia wanted to buy some gifts for her family, so she followed the doctor.

Xiao hesitated for a moment, and before he could say anything, Ying pulled him away, "Let's go!"

Didn’t you see that Su Ming had already set up the small table and was ready to drink?

Although Xiao is an adult, he seems not yet an adult. Let’s follow them to Liyue Harbor to play!

Zhongli glanced at Xiao's back and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Today is the day of the bright moon. Have you written down a wish?" Zhongli leaned aside relaxedly with a calm expression.

Hearing this, Su Ming shook his head, "No, because I can't think of any wish."

Zhongli raised an eyebrow but did not ask further questions.

After a moment of silence, more sky lanterns appeared in the sky above Liyue Harbor.

Zhongli narrowed his eyes, and the lights of thousands of homes were reflected in his golden pupils.

He sighed slightly, took out a small purse from his sleeve, and handed it to the student in front of him, "Happy Lantern Festival."

Su Ming's eyes flickered and he smiled, "Is this a gift from you, my lord, or from the emperor?"

Hearing this, Zhongli was slightly startled, and he put his hand on his chin, looking at Su Ming with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

Su Ming touched the tip of his nose and turned his head away awkwardly.

I understand. The emperor is dead. If you have anything to say, burn some paper.

The rope of the Mingxiao Lantern was cut amid everyone's anticipation, and countless floating stones gathered together and rose into the air at the same time.

The bright sky lanterns that can be seen at Wangshu Inn gradually fly higher, surrounded by the star-like sky lanterns, leading the long river of sky lanterns behind them, guiding the deceased heroes on their way home.

Su Ming stroked the purse in his hand and seemed to feel a small jade pendant in it.

Su Ming tilted his head and looked at Zhongli.

Perhaps because it was the Lantern Festival, Zhongli wore traditional Liyue clothing.

The clothes were brand new, and the patterns on the fabric glowed with gold, making him look like he was about to ascend the throne.

Su Ming picked up the wine glass, took a sip, leaned back in his chair and sighed softly.

The small system that had been offline for a long time suddenly flashed, and a line of words popped up on the panel.

【Happy birthday to the host. 】

Below the font, there is a small birthday cake and candles that look like pixel blocks.

Su Ming was slightly startled, then curled his lips and smiled.

The Lantern Festival is also a birthday.

Liyue Harbor is as bright as day, the lights are on all night long, heroes return home, and gods and immortals look out at the mortal world.

Fireworks rise, illuminating the world, all your wishes come true and the road ahead is smooth.