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

The next day.

Forced to work overtime, Dardalia was busy at the amusement park all day, but when he returned home he found the house empty with only a teapot on the table.

Tartaglia tilted her head and placed her hand on the teapot.

A white light exploded in front of his eyes in an instant, and when Tartaglia opened his eyes again, he had already arrived in the Dust Song Pot.

The black-haired young man squatted on the first island, working hard to dig a hole in the ground.

Tartaglia scratched his head in confusion, "You are..."

What are you doing?

Will capitalists switch to farming?

Su Ming stuffed a banana-shaped plant into the pit, and then added soil back around it.

Tartaglia took a step forward and held onto the tree trunk, wondering, "Didn't you say you entrusted it to the traveler?"

Hearing this, Su Ming nodded.

He patted the dirt with a small shovel and stood up. "She collects the materials, and I will do it myself."

"Why don't you hire someone?" Tartaglia patted the dirt off Su Ming's shoulders and asked in confusion, "Isn't it possible for your men to come in?"

"Come in." Su Ming pointed at the large and small islands in the sky, with a stiff smile on his face, "They are all working!"

Not only do Blue Ball and Pink Ball have to kill people, set fires and deliver express packages, they also have to work as laborers for him. They are the most miserable androids in Teyvat.

Su Ming activated the anchor skill and threw one on the first island without hesitation. "I now feel that Mr. Zhongli gave me the pot just to tire me to death so that I wouldn't go out and cause trouble."

Tartaglia opened his mouth, but in the end could only sigh weakly.

So can't we do the same as the traveler and treat this pot as a warehouse or something?

The first island is at the bottom layer, with lush vegetation and wooden houses and hammocks scattered among them. It looks like a resort.

Su Ming clapped his hands and looked at Tartaglia, "How's the amusement park going?"

Hearing this, Tartaglia sighed, "Things are going well here with Inazuma. The Society Bugeishi has allocated a small island for you, and those people from the Arata faction have also gone there to experience it."

Thinking of the day's work, Tartaglia's mind was filled with devilish laughter.

I don’t know how a ghost developed such a cheerful personality. He laughed so hard that he is now afraid that he will just laugh out loud as soon as he opens his mouth.

"The small slices will be here soon." Su Ming took two steps deeper into the woods and lay down on a hammock. "He has finished all the design drafts. With Anina in Liyue and Mondstadt, they should be able to open soon."

"What are you going to do with this little slice?" Tartaglia lay on the hammock next to him and closed his eyes. "The doctor has crossed the line this time."

Even with his relationship with Adonis, he would not send anyone to the other person casually.

"When he sent this slice to me, it had already been abandoned." Su Ming casually plucked off a large leaf and covered his face with it, swinging the hammock leisurely. "Dottore has no right to abandon something that has already been abandoned for the second time."

"So..." Tartaglia felt the scattered sunlight falling on his face, looking very pleased, "He is your subordinate now? Does Dotole agree?"

Su Ming stretched himself, fumbled to take out a blanket from his backpack and held it in his arms. "It doesn't matter whether he agrees or not. What matters is that as a capitalist, I have to make use of the waste even if I have to pick it up."

Eyeliner?

Bring it to you!

Tartaglia closed his eyes and listened, and found that his friend's breathing had become long.

He opened his eyes, sat cross-legged in the hammock, swaying, staring silently at the hammock separated by a tree.

The black-haired young man curled up in the hammock, with the goose yellow blanket pressed against one side of his cheek, and he was obviously fast asleep.

Tartaglia sighed and continued to lie down in the sun.

I really envy these people who use their brains. They seem to be playing slacking off, but they complete the tasks very quickly...

……

In the space created by divine power and magic, the sun and the moon rotate as usual.

As soon as the man stepped in, he was startled.

After a moment of silence, a golden light flashed under the man's feet and his body floated in the air.

The gilded eyes swept over the changed Chen Ge pot, and the man couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

The island has lush vegetation, and the small palace is wrapped in dark green. On the beach not far away are various holiday facilities, barbecue grills, lounge chairs, and parasols.

On the other islands, the scenery is different.

The wooden house deep in the bamboo forest listens quietly to the sound of rain, the hot springs are steaming in the snow, the glowing plants are piled up beside the pond, and the fish in the pond are swimming around the sparkling pearls.

Zhongli raised his eyebrows and walked down step by step.

Is this the Chen Ge pot? Did Su Ming shrink Teyvat and move it in?

Rain fell on the island for no reason. Tartaglia was awakened by Su Ming, who had woken up at some point, and was dragged directly into the tree house.

"You don't look like a reader..." Tartaglia curled up on the sofa in the tree house and tapped the floor-to-ceiling bookshelf next to her with her toes. "Don't think I don't know that you like reading fairy tales the most."

Su Ming placed a pot of hot soup on the fireplace and looked at the diced mushrooms rising and falling inside. "Just pretend."

What? You’re not allowed to enter the bookstore if you can’t read?

Which black-hearted capitalist doesn’t have a huge study?

Zhongli, who had just stepped into the tree house, paused slightly, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

So, have all the books I memorized over the years been thrown to waste?

"Mr. Zhongli?" Tartaglia glanced at the door and couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Zhongli was silent for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed to speak out his thoughts.

Isn't it faster to get Inazuma from this pot?

From Liyue to Inazuma, you might run into a drunkard who is not doing his job.

But entering the pot you made from Liyue and then coming out of the pot, isn’t this a shortcut?

"Recently, the traveler wrote to me and seemed to be a little troubled." Zhongli sat calmly on the sofa, looking sideways at the various new books on the bookshelf, "So I went out for a trip."

In other words, the little girl wrote to you to ask if you know who Su Ming is and who the disaster is...

Maybe the drunkard is also on Inazuma's dragon's back now.

Thinking of this, Zhongli cast his gaze towards the unfortunate child who was cooking soup obediently, "But I didn't expect you to manage this cave in the pot into this state."

That's a bit too much effort.

Maybe the immortals in Jueyunjian don’t have such patience.

Hearing this, Su Ming sighed, scooped out the mushroom soup and divided it into bowls, "Because I had a dream."

"Dream?" Zhongli raised his eyebrows.

Didn’t this unfortunate child say that he couldn’t even sleep? And he was dreaming?

Su Ming sighed heavily and added a lot of pepper to the soup bowl. "I dreamed that I was so poor in my previous life that I couldn't even afford a small house."

Zhongli:……

Dadalia: ...