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

After handing over the desert greening plan to Diluk, Su Ming used the excuse of going to Mondstadt to take a look, ran out of the Dawn Winery and teleported directly to an anchor point.

In the Goethe Hotel, Entanglement No. 2 was waiting respectfully in the lobby, with the table filled with letters and bills.

Su Ming had just come out of the room where the anchor skill was placed, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

My son has been forced to work part-time recently, why do he still have so many bills? !

"Sir." Pink Ball No. 2 lowered his head slightly and placed the important letters on the top.

The thick stack of letters looks a bit melancholy.

Su Ming picked up an unmarked letter and wondered, "Why was my parents' letter sent here?"

Wasn't it sent to Su Ming's address before? Why was it sent to the Fatui base this time?

Hearing this, No. 2 hesitated for a moment, but still said, "The old man said that they are dead, so the letter cannot be delivered. We will send it here in the future."

Su Ming: ???

Su Ming frowned and was confused for a moment.

Curse yourself?

It would be fine if he was just an unfilial son and cursed himself, but why are there people who curse themselves these days?

It seems that there are really no normal people among the Fatui!

Su Ming cursed inwardly and opened the envelope.

[Dear son: I have received your letter. I am very pleased that you can still remember your parents' wallet after leaving Zhidong, but you may have forgotten that on the day you became an executive, you paid me all your future New Year's money as compensation for mental damage (spend your own money if you have it, don't worry about my coffin money!). ]

Su Ming felt as if he had been hit hard on the head. After being stunned for a moment, he silently tore up the letter and threw it into the fireplace, burning it into ashes.

These cheap parents seem a bit black-hearted.

After flipping through it casually, Su Ming found the envelope with a picture of little Mola and opened it.

After Su Ming had been away from Zhidong Kingdom for so long, his former boss finally remembered his loyal subordinate.

Pantalone was a miser, except to his own people.

Not only are the envelopes luxuriously gold-stamped, but the stationery also doesn’t look cheap.

[Disaster, I heard that you have been unlucky since leaving your hometown, so I have established a new construction department to ensure your safety. ]

Su Ming: ???

Su Ming read this short letter over and over again several times and suddenly felt despair.

In this letter, there are three words written between the lines: "Shameless capitalist!"

Su Ming gritted his teeth and looked up at No. 2, "What about the construction team?"

"We have already taken over the construction of your house and are currently working on it." Number Two lowered his head, his voice cold but respectful.

Hearing this, Su Ming was speechless for a moment.

The rich...are they now so unscrupulous as to make money from their own people?

He contracted a construction team to build houses with him, and earned some pocket money from his former subordinates. He also won their admiration and earned himself a reputation as a good person.

This……

Has the rich man's conscience really been cut off by the doctor?

Su Ming crumpled the letter paper, stood up and looked at No. 2, and said seriously, "From now on, you don't have to give these bills to me, give them to the rich, understand?"

Hearing this, the bionic man was slightly startled, then nodded.

What the master said always felt a little strange. She didn't understand it, but she agreed.

Seeing so many bills does seem a bit taxing for the owner, so let's send it to the rich man.

Su Ming picked up the remaining letters and stuffed them into his backpack, then turned and left.

……

In front of the cathedral, under the statue of the god of wind.

A girl looked at the bard in front of her eagerly and asked earnestly, "Sir Wendy, can you teach me how to write a love letter?"

The green bard blinked in confusion and took the paper the girl handed over.

The handwriting on the paper was crooked and I could barely make out a few words.

[Mr. XX, I am your dog.]

[My sister said that if I continue to be a bootlicker, she would break my legs. Luckily it was only my legs. If she had broken my arms, I wouldn’t be able to crawl to find you.]

[I don’t love you anymore today, let’s part ways amicably. From now on, you walk on your own single-plank bridge, and I’ll hold up the bridge from below.]

Wendy: (?｀?′)/

Wendy looked at the girl in front of her and suddenly felt worn out and a little disoriented.

This...can a human write this?

"Wendy, what's wrong?" The girl had just finished chatting with a passerby and was shocked when she saw Wendy's expression. "Is there something wrong?"

Could there be any crisis in a writing training class?

Wendy came back to her senses and tremblingly handed the paper in her hand to Ying, her voice intermittent as if she could stop at any time, "You...you...look for yourself..."

What is all this stuff?

Are Mond people so extravagant these days?

Two heads, one white and one yellow, simultaneously came above the paper and then froze.

Wendy watched the speed at which the Traveler and Paimon were petrified, and finally came back to her senses from those strange remarks.

The idle Wind God looked at the girl in front of him with an imperceptible pity in his eyes.

The girl had long hair draped softly behind her, she was wearing patched clothes, and her eyes were red, looking like she was about to cry at any moment.

No one could have imagined that a girl like this could write such a love letter.

Is this a love letter? ! ! !

The bard roared in his heart, but still spoke softly: "Who...who do you like?"

The girl raised her head pitifully, "I...I like Mr. Su Ming."

Before he finished speaking, several people were petrified again, and then cracked one after another.

Paimeng couldn't believe it, "Su Ming?!!!"

How come she didn’t know that Su Ming had such a... suitor?

"Yes." The girl rubbed her rough hands and said, "I go to wash the road every day just to be able to see Mr. Su Ming. When he was dug out yesterday, he coughed towards the east, and I stood on the west. He has me in his heart!"

Ying turned around blankly and looked at Wendy, "Can she... still be saved?"

"This..." Wendy hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Why don't we take you to see a doctor?"

Not normal, absolutely not normal.

"See a doctor?" The girl raised her head and looked at Wendy pitifully, "But I don't need one."

In the second half of the sentence, the girl's voice suddenly turned cold.

fluorescent:……

A bad premonition appeared in Ying's heart, and she stepped back slightly, trying to find out where this strange feeling came from.

The next second, the girl smiled and her figure suddenly became taller.

White hair, green eyes, black clothes.

Wendy:? ? ?

Weren't you very sad and irritable just now?

The way to vent your anger is to scare him? ! !

Dazzling emotional values ​​​​scanned rapidly across the panel. Su Ming felt satisfied and the pain of not being able to sleep disappeared instantly.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled widely, "Thank you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man disappeared, leaving behind a few people who were still in shock.

Wendy quickly came to her senses and was about to tell Ying without caring about the consequences when she suddenly saw a bottle of wine appear at her feet.

Okay, forgive this ignorant child.