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

"Yo~"

A smiling voice came from outside the door, the tone full of nonchalance.

Inside the majestic mecha, the soldier opened his eyes and looked down at the man in black below.

The man was wearing a very formal uniform, with his white hair draped behind him, the curls were soft yet shiny.

"Why are you here?" The soldier glanced at the little purple ball in the corner who had failed in his attempt to remove the tube and said, "Don't tell me Adonis that you still have some empathy. I will laugh at you for the rest of my life."

Su Ming shrugged, looking unconcerned, "Do you think I'm willing to come?"

As he spoke, Su Ming slowly climbed up to the operating table in front and stepped into the mecha. "It's all because of you, a heartless man."

Unfaithful man: ...

The soldier took a deep breath and asked, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well... of course it's for the progress of Lord Duotore's experiment." Su Ming carefully observed the environment inside the mecha and frowned slightly, "Should we consider moving the Heart of God to another place?"

"Tsk." Sanbing snorted disdainfully, "You? Can your research level surpass that of Dotore?"

Su Ming shook his head and tapped on the pipes connecting the mechas and the skirmishers with his fingers. "It's just a simple suggestion."

After all, Nashida would never have thought that she could dig the Heart of God out from between her toes, right?

But it seems that Thor's heart is indeed full of disasters.

Sanbing raised his hand to open Su Ming's palm, his tone still sarcastic, "Why don't you accompany the yellow-haired fool on his journey and care about whether I can become a god? Adonis, you can use your extra sympathy on ants instead of me."

"Hmm..." Su Ming tilted his head, smiling very gently, "Mr. Scaramucci, how did you know..."

Having said this, Su Ming paused.

Sanbing raised his eyebrows, with a hint of provocation in his eyes, waiting for Su Ming's next words.

The white-haired young man smiled, his dark green eyes were cold, "Why aren't you an ant in my eyes?"

As soon as the words fell, Sanbing's purple eyes shook violently.

Even though it is a puppet, its emotional value is madly increasing at this moment.

Everyone knows that Lord Sanbing has a bad temper and is a well-deserved foul-mouthed person.

No matter whether it is an ordinary member or an executive officer, Lord Sanbing treats everyone equally and dares to scold anyone.

Only under the spit of Lord Skirmisher will the cannon fodder of the advance team feel that they are equal to Lord Executive.

But at this time, Lord Scaramucci, who was famous among the Fatui, was upset by the word "ant" shortly before he became a god.

The last time my mentality was broken was when Su Ming’s copy-and-paste rebound happened.

"How dare you!" The soldier stared at the white-haired man in front of him fiercely, gritting his teeth, "You compare me to those ants!"

Su Ming grabbed a pipe and yanked it out from behind the scattered soldier. "What? You allowed Dotore to conduct unnecessary experiments on you. If you are not an ant, then am I?"

At least everyone knows that he's unlucky, so the doctor can't do anything to him, right?

Skirmisher:…

"This is a deal." Sanbing took a deep breath and said in an unfriendly tone.

Of course he knew that in the process of becoming a god, Dotore would definitely not give up conducting some insignificant little experiments at the same time.

Since it doesn't matter...just consider it as payment.

Su Ming sneered, pulled the tube off casually, held it in his hand and tied a bow, "Come on, he used you as an experimental subject, and you used him as a trading partner?"

Su Ming took out a can of paint and carefully painted the bow red. "We are both executive officers. How can his heart be whiter than yours?"

"You..." Sanbing pursed his lips, hesitating to speak.

Isn't he thinking about becoming a god? He will deal with it after he becomes a god. Why does he make him sound like a naive person...

"You are wrong." Su Ming took off his hairband and tied the bow on the chest of the soldier. "You are all heartless, unlike me. I am one of the few kind-hearted people..."

Hearing this, Sanbing wrinkled his nose.

Look at your crazy look, and then listen to these words, aren't you really going to blush?

Su Ming carefully examined the soldier with the red bow and picked up the camera with satisfaction, "Great, this bow will be my gift to you for becoming a god!"

The scattered soldier was incredulous, "You're just giving me this as a gift from God?"

That's becoming a god! There are only a few gods in Teyvat now!

"With so much money, can't you give something else?" The soldier was concerned about the pipes behind him and didn't dare to move. He could only be shocked inside the mecha.

Su Ming tilted his head, "So do you know where your recent funding is?"

Skirmishers: ???

"Dotore?" The scattered soldier's eyes were filled with disbelief, "Could it be that..."

Su Ming sighed and patted San Bing on the shoulder. "I gave your IOU to the Northland Bank, so during the days when you become a god, all the funds were deposited into my account."

"Pantaronie is such a gentle executive who cares about his old employees!" Su Ming sighed, and then looked down at Dotore, "To be honest, I'm here to collect debts today!"

The scattered soldiers were furious: "After so long, the funding is not enough to pay off the debt?!"

Su Ming smiled slightly, squatting on the edge of the mecha and looking at the doctor below, "Respected Lord Dotole, have you decided which slice to use to pay off the debt?"

Skirmisher:…

My goodness, you are planning to pull out Dr. Bald!

but……

The soldier raised his head slightly, not caring about the festive red bow in front of him that didn't match him, "Dotore also owes you money?"

"Hmm..." Su Ming touched his chin, his face calm, "Maybe when he returned to Zhidong last time, he said something bad and was heard by Lord Pantalone."

Although the funding will not be deducted, it is still acceptable to reduce the additional investment to express dissatisfaction.

The soldier bit his cheek and said, "So there is not enough funding for Duotolei? As expected... even if he can do experiments, he is still useless."

"Oh..." Su Ming sighed, sat cross-legged next to the scattered soldier, waiting for Dotore to climb up.

The soldier looked around and also sat in the mecha, shaking the purple ball in his hand.

Soon, a man in ice-white clothes came up, and even his mask couldn't hide his cold expression.

The doctor, who was feeling depressed, looked at the two men's leisurely appearance, who were only one handful of melon seeds away, and almost couldn't help throwing out a few reagent bottles.

Su Ming tilted his head, took out a watermelon cut in half from his backpack, gave half to the scattered soldier, and said with a smile, "Lord Dotore, you are here. I can't wait to collect the money!"

Dotore snorted, but still sat aside, "Give me half too."