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

Amidst the sounds of cursing, Su Ming climbed up the towering workbench and his eyes fell on the scattered soldiers inside the mecha.

The purple-haired boy seemed to have no strength to even raise his head. His usually arrogant eyes were now silent, without a trace of contempt.

Su Ming's eyes flickered, and he looked at the doctor, "What's going on?"

Hearing this, the doctor curled his lips and said with sarcasm, "If you don't come, there is still an 80% success rate."

"Heh..." Su Ming tilted his head and pointed at the mecha beside him. "Pantaronie and I have been pouring in funds here. The Heart of God was brought back by the lady with her life. So many things have been thrown in..."

Su Ming paused for a moment. Facing the second seat with unimaginable strength, he had no respect at all. His eyes were full of mockery. "Only 80%? If you fail, where will you put your face? Just drag all these people out and chop them up, don't lose this person."

"Our last executive officer..." Dottore didn't seem angry at all, and sneered: "How arrogant, it seems..."

At this point, Dotole stretched out his hand, his fingers wrapped in black gloves, and quickly and accurately grasped the neck of the young man beside him, "Why don't you guess how many pieces I can cut you into?"

Even though his life was in someone's hands, Su Ming was not panicked at all.

His smiling eyes moved around the doctor's face, and then he slowly raised his left hand.

The soft, thin and wide sleeves slid down with the movement and gathered at the elbows. The fair skin was driven by the muscles, and the hand held a vague ball of gray energy.

"We can try." Su Ming blinked, his smile growing brighter, "Let's try and see how many seconds it takes for this factory to collapse."

If you try, you will die. All three executives are buried!

As soon as the words fell, a purple light rushed out, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive, you are not the only two here."

The poor fairy was so scared that she didn't care about fighting back, and she frantically wandered back and forth between the two of them. "The purple hat has been suffering for a long time, please don't fight."

It's okay to fail, but if it fails because of the personal vendetta between the two executive officers, the scattered soldiers will be very frustrated.

Inside the mecha, the scattered soldier sighed heavily, "Get out!"

Just fight, why make his becoming a god a gamble?

No matter who wins, you'll be ruined, right?

What does it have to do with him!

The doctor raised his chin and released his hand. "I learned a lot of skills during this trip."

Su Ming smiled and took back his bad luck. He leaned on the railing with both hands and looked at the scattered soldiers on the opposite side. "Of course, if I'm not careful, I will be cut down by Lord Dotore. I must become stronger quickly..."

Su Ming looked carefully at Sanbing's expression and his eyes flashed.

After a while, Su Ming grabbed the little fairy and rolled it up in his hand, "Stay here."

As he spoke, Su Ming waved his hand and threw the little fairy into the mecha.

Sanbing raised his eyes to look at Su Ming, and surprisingly did not make any sarcastic remarks.

"Lord Dotore..." Su Ming stood up and touched the red handprint on his neck. "I accept your small slice. I wonder when you will give me another one? I work hard every day to make money to fill your big hole. I am short of manpower. I haven't had a rest for a long time."

Hearing this, the doctor was startled and took a deep breath to suppress his anger.

Who is the one who doesn’t have a rest?

After a while, the doctor snorted coldly, "Waste!"

"Waste can be recycled, right?" Su Ming shrugged his shoulders, took out the packaged medicine from his backpack and placed it on the table beside him.

Looking at the colorful potions, Su Ming curled his lips and turned his head to look at the masked man beside him, "Lord Dotole, I always think that people should be single-minded."

"So?" Dotore raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You have the nerve to say that I am indecisive?"

"No, no, no..." Su Ming reached out and picked up a bottle of medicine and put it into the doctor's hand. "What I said is that you should focus on research and experiments."

Su Ming smiled, holding the doctor's hand with one hand and the other on the doctor's shoulder, "You should understand how much we have invested in the God-Becoming Project. We can use other test subjects to do those small experiments. We don't have to focus on Scaramucci, right?"

Dotore raised his eyebrows and looked at the unfortunate experiment subject standing in front of him, "Really?"

The young man was not wearing a mask or gloves, and his gown was soft and smooth against his body. He looked extremely lazy, as if he had just woken up from a nap and was taking a casual walk.

"Of course." Su Ming tilted his head and smiled. "All research should give way to becoming a god, right? So... stop the other experiments you are doing on Scaramucci, okay?"

Sooner or later I'll put you in the pot and dig the ground!

"You are qualified to order me around?" Dotore chuckled, his eyes full of contempt. "Did you rely on the way you make money? Or your insignificant status as one of the Twelve Seats?"

Hearing this, Su Ming slightly exerted force on the doctor's shoulder and said with a smile, "With my current strength, I am enough to tip the scales of luck."

At this point, Su Ming let go of his hand and looked at the doctor with a smile, "Respected Lord Dotole, you don't want to be as unlucky as me, right?"

PhD:……

After a long silence, the doctor sighed slowly, "Okay."

Su Ming was satisfied and waved to the scattered soldiers in the mecha, "Come on!"

Skirmisher:…

Su Ming turned around and was about to leave, but just as he raised his foot, he paused.

He turned his head and looked at the doctor in front of him innocently, "Respected Lord Dotole, you don't mind the weak Twelve Seats borrowing your power?"

"Get out!" The doctor could no longer bear it. His chest heaved violently and his hands hanging at his sides were clenched tightly.

Su Ming tilted his head and smiled, walked down the stairs briskly, and left the factory directly.

Looking at the cheerful back of the young man in black, the doctor rubbed his forehead.

Even if Piero said it to his face, Dotorre might not listen.

But Su Ming...

Who knows when this thing will get into trouble?

In front of him, it was just a joke for others to forcibly destroy the factory, but bad luck was something that could not be guarded against.

"I really didn't expect..." The doctor was silent for a moment, and suddenly looked at the scattered soldiers, "Adonis would actually come to me and talk about these things for you."

The doctor casually threw away the sleeping anesthetic drug that was forced into his hand and sneered, "The arrogant Scaramucci would also make friends with a hapless person?"

Hearing this, the scattered soldier sneered, "What? The second seat's hand was broken? Why didn't you fight just now?"

"Humph!"

The Doctor snorted and turned away from the platform.

The soldier lowered his eyes and looked at the empty workshop, then curled his lips after a long while.

"Are you okay?" The little purple ball came up to the scattered soldier and flew around him. "I can ask the unlucky guy to come and help you pull out the tube."

The soldier took a deep breath and kept silent.

It is indeed a fairy sent by Adonis, and the filial piety of Pulling the Pipe is exactly the same.