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

Gonta Village.

Su Ming used the opportunity of learning fortune-telling to trick Zhongli, who was still confused, into returning to Inazuma with him, and entrusted the yellow-haired fool to ask for leave for Zhongli.

In the small farmhouse in Konda Village, Zhongli pushed open the door as usual and was slightly startled. "Learning fortune-telling...are you serious?"

Hearing this, Su Ming nodded and pursed his lips, "Of course, sir, you should know that the power of bad luck is very useful to me, so..."

It's all about bad luck!

It’s all about emotional value!

"Hmm..." Zhongli stroked his chin, a trace of contemplation flashed in his eyes, "Are you sure that you can control this power in the end?"

The strength and power of the demons in the world mostly rely on their innate talents and acquired accumulation.

Compared with many demons, Su Ming's power growth is too fast.

Can the human body really withstand such a huge force?

Hearing this, Su Ming frowned, "I don't know, but I know that at the moment, what I can control is far from my limit."

There is no discomfort and no bottleneck.

"Okay." After a while, Zhongli sighed slightly and said, "But I remember you learned some of it when you were young. Have you forgotten it now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ming's expression froze and he was speechless.

To be honest, there isn't much he can remember now.

Just think about it, can a dog who is determined to roam all over Teyvat concentrate on the class when facing Zhongli himself?

Su Ming pursed his lips slightly and recalled with difficulty, "Are you talking about those ancient books of miscellaneous studies in Liyue?"

Zhongli's eyes darkened, he stretched out his finger and pointed, saying in a low voice, "Okay."

Sooner or later, Su Ming will be hung on the statue to embarrass himself!

Su Ming touched the tip of his nose and stepped back slightly, but there was no trace of guilt in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhongli?"

A smiling voice came from outside the yard. The orange-haired young man, wearing a gray-black outfit, peeked through the short fence and said, "Adonis really did abduct you here."

As he spoke, Tartaglia walked in and put his hand on Su Ming's neck. "How is it, my friend? Did your trip to Xumi go smoothly? Did you bounce Scaramuzi back?"

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming rolled his eyes silently in his heart and said, "How is your work going?"

Hearing this, the smile on Tartaglia's face disappeared instantly. He let go of Su Ming's shoulders, staggered to the side of the wooden chair and fell into it, with a look of despair written all over his face.

"During this period of time, I have deeply understood the grief and anger of those poor office workers in Zhidong." Tartaglia pressed his wrists to his eyes to block the sun and sighed, "I can't wait to learn the legendary Liyue doll-making technique from Mr. Zhongli."

Working overtime day and night, he, a warrior, was almost forced to become a capitalist.

YaYa is so tired, YaYa sighs.

"It's just a rumor." Zhongli sat at the stone table in the courtyard and sighed slightly, "If you just want to vent your anger, you can give it a try, but this is the only function it has."

Hearing this, Tartaglia sighed helplessly, "There's nothing I can do. I can only fight Adonis."

"Why do you have to pick a fight with the Finance Department?" Su Ming took out a thick stack of documents from the mailbox at the door and put them on the table, saying, "Why don't you just fight with Mr. Zhongli?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tartaglia started coughing violently.

After a while, the orange-haired man looked up, "So you hate me so much, buddy?"

Is there any difference between seeking a fight with Zhongli and seeking death?

While he did enjoy fighting, he didn't particularly enjoy being beaten.

"You are my disciple." Zhongli leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and a hint of teasing flashed in his scarlet-gold eyes. "According to Liyue tradition, the master should be the last to appear."

"I am the admission ticket?" Su Ming said casually while opening the letter, "But if you really want to fight, I will take you to fight the Great Sage tonight."

Tartaglia was stunned for a moment, propped up his elbows and slightly raised his body from the recliner, "Great Sage? I am not interested in a one-sided beating."

So how did the great sage recruit him?

Su Ming narrowed his eyes and flipped through the letters one after another, and suddenly raised his head, "Perhaps you would rather fight with Dotore?"

Tartaglia tilted his head, "My friend, I also know myself well. I can't beat you."

Su Ming was silent for a moment, then said, "Think about why you can't win."

He's just a PhD!

If it really doesn't work... I'll just take the medicine and beat him up.

Don't worry about other slices coming to the rescue because the other slices are clapping happily.

Tartaglia sighed and lay back down, "After reflecting on it, I realized I didn't fight enough."

These days, the bosses of the society are tired of challenging themselves to fights. Without fighting, there is no growth.

"Please understand, I'm just a 20-year-old baby." Su Ming didn't have the face to say anything, and said calmly: "Compared to the people I've come into contact with, I'm really a baby at my age. I'm now worried that some old man will take a fancy to me, and then this young grass of mine will be eaten..."

At the side, Zhongli coughed twice, his eyes helpless, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Who is immortal?!

Who in Teyvat is older than him? ! Who is he scolding? !

Su Ming choked and dared not speak.

If I continue to talk about this, the stars who serve Brother Tuozi will be coiled on my forehead.

"Who isn't a child?" Tartaglia touched the Eye of God on his waist and said, "You and I are not much different in age, right? But..."

Tartaglia paused for a moment, then said, "I can pick a fight with the Traveler first, you just sit there and do nothing."

No one can force Adonis to take action unless they are unlucky.

The agility he acquired from misfortunes at a young age can almost only be seen when he is escaping.

"But I really want to fight with Mr. Zhongli, wait until I grow up a little more!" Tartaglia's eyes flashed with a gleam of eagerness, and he said: "The power of God..."

"The god is behind you." Su Ming suddenly raised his head, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, "Why don't you look back?"

Tartaglia was slightly startled, his eyes swept across Zhongli beside Su Ming, and he looked back blankly.

A woman in purple walked out of the darkness with an extremely cold look in her eyes. Only the lightning element surging around her body revealed her identity as a god.

Baalzebub!

Tartaglia's eyes turned cold, and he pressed his hand on the flashing Eye of God at his waist.

Is Thor here to seek revenge?

Adonis was struck by Thor and still isn’t he angry?

The purple-clothed woman's eyes flickered, and finally fell on the man on the side of the stone table, "Morax."

Zhongli nodded slightly, his expression not changing at all.

At the side, Su Ming quickly put away all the letters and account books, touched the ring and even wanted to exchange it for a watermelon.

Lei Dianying was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and sat on the empty wooden chair next to the stone table, but his eyes couldn't help but look at Su Ming.

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming was slightly startled, then quickly took out the Chen Ge pot and shook it hard, "Milk dumplings, right? Desserts, right?! Yes, yes, yes, don't do it, it hasn't healed from the last beating!"

Dadalia: ...

Tartaglia touched his head in confusion, and for a moment he was a little confused about the situation.

Even a member of the advance team of the Fatui wouldn't be so... flattering?