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

"La-la-la-la-la..."

The blonde girl hummed a song and skipped towards the familiar address. Paimon followed beside her and said innocently, "So can we eat the grilled fish made by Su Ming himself tonight?"

Ying did not slow down her pace at all and said, "If you can endure two hours of bad luck!"

Through her meticulous observation, Su Ming is now able to control bad luck for a short period of time.

Every time Su Ming fights or does something big, bad luck falls on Paimeng!

"Okay..." Paimon tilted his head and hesitated for a second, then said, "That's OK with me. I don't think my bad luck is as bad as Su Ming's..."

Hearing this, Ying suddenly braked, with some doubt in her eyes.

"What's the matter?" Paimon floated over and then floated back, tilting his head to look at Ying, "You look so serious..."

Ying couldn't help but touch her chin and said hesitantly, "It's the same bad luck, but it's less bad for you, right?"

"Yeah." Paimon scratched his head and recalled, "For example, when we were doing the commission this time, I didn't get hurt even though so many explosives exploded, but when Su Ming was in Mondstadt before..."

At this point, Paimon paused and said hesitantly: "He was treated by Barbara, and then Bennett opened a bottle of medicine, and he was frozen... This is not even on the same level."

Hearing this, Ying was stunned.

After a while, she came back to her senses and said hesitantly, "So Su Ming showed mercy, or...his bad luck is treating people differently?"

After saying this, Ying's eyes fell on Paimon, "Or maybe you have much more luck than ordinary people."

There are no other possibilities, only these few options.

Ying suddenly remembered the time when she was a bit unlucky, but found that she was not as unlucky as Su Ming.

Even Bennett is luckier than Su Ming in this matter of bad luck.

"I don't know..." Paimon touched his head and tilted his head and said, "Su Ming's bad luck seems to be very serious every time."

The smallest things were magnified by bad luck, and compared to him, other people's bad luck was almost a joke.

"No, that's not right..." Ying paused, her eyes full of seriousness, "All the bad luck we saw of Su Ming was what he tried his best to avoid, not what he originally looked like."

Even if it was something as trivial as cooking, if Su Ming didn't try hard to restrain himself, the blade would definitely hit his wrist instead of his fingers.

"So..." Paimon hesitated to give his answer, feeling uneasy, "For Bennett, bad luck means that things are not going well for him, but for Su Ming..."

"Let him die." His eyes darkened.

For a moment, Paimon didn't know what to say.

As a fellow astronaut, I originally thought it was painful for Ying to be separated from her loved ones, but now it seems...

The soul of the god was torn apart, and he survived in a human body again. Bad luck followed him everywhere. Even the power that Su Ming could control was constantly stabbing his master in the back...

It seems that Su Ming is more miserable. It seems that the whole Teyvat is targeting him.

Ying was silent for a while, then quickened his pace and walked towards Su Ming's small courtyard.

"Wait for me!" Paimon quickly followed.

The moment she pushed open the door, all the heaviness in Ying's heart disappeared and turned into confusion.

In the yard, two gods and two executives sat around a small stone table.

The table was filled with sweet snacks, and Zhongli's teacup was squeezed into a small corner.

Su Ming and Tartaglia sat side by side, with countless letters and account books piled in a wooden box at their feet. He flipped through the books very quickly, and from time to time he would take out a small seal to stamp them.

"You...you guys..." Paimeng opened his mouth in confusion, and was a little speechless for a moment.

Ying's gaze became alert the moment it met the purple-haired woman, and the edgeless sword appeared in his hand.

Even though it was inappropriate, she did have a psychological trauma from the battle where she was chased and struck by lightning.

"Come and sit down." Tartaglia suddenly turned around, smiled as usual and waved, "No fighting today."

Ying hesitated for a moment and put away his weapon.

Paimeng approached Su Ming with a vigilant look on his face, stretched out a short finger and poked Su Ming, "You guys..."

Su Ming looked up from the letter and said, "It's okay, let's have a picnic."

I don’t know what’s wrong with these two gods. They haven’t seen each other for many years and they don’t even say hello. They just sit there quietly.

Paimon glanced at everyone at the table and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The sense of security that the Emperor gives you is truly unmatched.

Although she was a little afraid of being struck by the sword of Thunder God, she felt that Zhongli could still protect himself.

"Are you writing a power of attorney?" Paimeng, feeling relieved, leaned forward and looked at the letter paper in Su Ming's hand with curiosity.

Seeing that Su Ming did not stop him, Paimeng came over, with a tone of doubt, and read out word by word: "To the respected Second Lord, please take care of my old friend Mr. Azar while you are not doing the experiment. I wonder if he is satisfied with the new hairstyle I changed for him. I have also enclosed several bottles of colorful hair dye. Please improve his appearance every week, and take care of his kind cheeks whose swelling has subsided. The weak and poor Disaster presents this to you with the funds for the operation..."

When he finished reading, Paimon covered his mouth.

Ying, who was guessing the purpose of Lei Shen's visit, was also stunned and turned around blankly, "Dyeing hair? Beating someone up? Is this considered a commission?"

"Of course." Tartaglia changed his posture, leaning his weight on the back of the chair, and said with a smile: "The doctor used Azar as bait to get a lot of funds from Adonis."

"Azar..." Paimon touched his head blankly, looking confused, "Who is it?"

"The great sage of the Xumi Church is now the ruler of Xumi." Su Ming said casually, crumpled the letter into an envelope, and threw it into the wooden box at his feet.

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"Is there a grudge?" Thor came back to his senses from the delicious food, his heart full of surprise.

Su Ming raised his eyes and glanced at Lei Dianying, and said, "He imprisoned my daughter."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cake that Paimon had just stolen from Thor fell on Su Ming's legs.

She was shocked, her voice trembling, "Daughter?!"

"Daughter?!" A louder voice came out of Tartaglia's mouth. He pressed Su Ming's shoulders and shook him hard. "You are just a 20-year-old baby. When did you secretly give birth to a child?!"

Su Ming: ...

"Maybe..." Ying recalled Su Ming's style of doing things and said, "Is she that kind of daughter?"

"Which one?" Tartaglia was slightly startled and glanced at Su Ming, whose eyes were already red with fear.

Ying hesitated, "It's that kind of... Ah, Paimon's daughter, you are so cute, Klee's daughter, you are so cute, Diona's daughter, you are so cute..."

It seems that both Su Ming and she are quite despicable!

Dadalia: ...

It was visibly that the eyelids of the two gods, who had remained expressionless, twitched.

Tartaglia was silent for a while, and looked at Su Ming sincerely, his tone full of pain, "Has bad luck tortured you to this point?"

"It's bad enough that you serve the Queen as a dog, but now you want to serve someone else as a cheap dad?!"