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

Zhongli's gaze fell on the black box, and as expected, a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed a corner of the black cloth, looking at Su Ming with a questioning look.

"No!" Su Ming held Zhongli's hand and said seriously, "If you open this, sir, you may not be able to give me a sense of security."

Zhongli's eyelids twitched, and the ominous premonition gradually grew stronger.

"Why don't you feel safe?" Tartaglia walked around the box and asked, "Have you harmed Mr. Zhongli?"

Su Ming: ...

Maybe I didn't use my newly learned knowledge to calculate when I went out today, or maybe Tartaglia could have some bad luck today.

"Let you speak!"

The usually lazy young man gritted his teeth and said something, then opened the panel and opened the small shop at the fastest speed in his life, and took out a box of Band-Aids from it.

With two swishes, two Band-Aids were cross-stuck on Tartaglia's mouth.

The black-haired young man quickly turned around and continued to hold Zhongli's hand, "Promise me, don't open it!"

Zhongli was silent for a moment, then looked at Su Ming and said seriously, "If you hadn't said that, I might not have to watch it."

"Ha..." Tartaglia couldn't help laughing out loud, but his expression changed quickly when Su Ming's eyes met. He reached out to put the Band-Aid back as if to cover up his mistake, and spread his hands innocently.

Su Ming was silent for a moment, silently let go of Zhongli's hand, and stepped back to the wall on one side, pressing his back against it.

Zhongli raised an eyebrow and lifted the cloth on the collection in front of him.

The next moment, Tartaglia took two steps back imperceptibly, his eyes full of shock.

Wow, my friend is very brave!

Zhongli narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly to look at the tall object in front of him.

Gold, brown, black, and a touch of cinnabar, these colors are intertwined together to outline the body of the dragon.

The dragon's head was slightly lowered, looking down at the tiny human in front of it.

"The craftsmanship is good."

After a while, Zhongli finally finished watching and uttered an ambiguous comment.

It is difficult for Su Ming to find such a large piece of fine amber. It makes people wonder if another mountain in Liyue has been hollowed out.

Su Ming still didn't speak, he lowered his head and said nothing.

Zhongli stroked his chin, his eyes fell on Su Ming, his head tilted slightly to the right, and he chuckled with an ambiguous meaning, "Sir Disaster, do you have a plan to sneak into the Golden House?"

What is carving?

This unlucky kid wanted to steal the Immortal Ancestor’s magical transformation!

"Ah..." Tartaglia gasped and looked at Su Ming in shock, "Are you serious, buddy?"

Why didn't you tell me before you confessed your feelings?!

I told you why he is still fighting with the Traveler? Just carry the Immortal Ancestor's metamorphosis and run back to Winter first!

"Yes." Su Ming admitted frankly, but his eyes were extremely innocent. "As everyone knows, my collecting addiction is already in the late stage. There is no hope for it."

Zhongli:……

Zhongli was silent for a moment, then asked seriously, "Does it have to be stolen?"

It's just his divine power, why would he steal that thing?

"Could it be..." Tartaglia pulled off the Band-Aid and frowned, "Can't we discuss this with Nanahoshi?"

Anyway, Zhongli had told him in his dream, right? Then the Immortal Ancestor's transformation was useless.

"We've discussed it..." Su Ming spread his hands, his face full of sincerity, "Miss Ningguang agreed that I can visit the Immortal Ancestor's Metamorphosis every week, otherwise I wouldn't give her so much profit!"

This is the only time you will lose money on business!

However, if the great sage agreed to let him meet Nashida, he would be kind enough to change the color of the sack for the great sage.

Tartaglia glanced at Su Ming, then turned to look at Zhongli, "Can't you... make another one?"

If you can make a fake one to fool people, can’t you make a second fake one?

Look at what has happened to the Fatui. Most of the Fatui in Liyue have been sent to mine.

"No." Su Ming blinked and said, "The original and the replica are definitely different."

What happened to collecting?!

If he wasn't afraid of a sudden change in his mind, the Immortal Ancestor's transformation would have been ready in the pot!

"I am now a guest official of the Wangsheng Hall." Zhongli looked at Su Ming deeply and said, "But I am curious about how much you have to bid for Seven Stars to agree to your offer."

I regret that I didn't notice when the couple faked their death.

Such a good child has been harmed by the fools!

If Liuyun's cave had not collapsed several times, Su Ming would have been trained to become a cold and aloof immortal disciple like Shen He.

Zhongli glanced at Su Ming with dismay and made a note of the couple in his little notebook.

"No." Su Ming sighed heavily, "I even said that I had taken the rich man's secret fund to surrender to the enemy, but Ningguang didn't give in."

Zhongli:……

Dadalia: ...

Tartaglia's eyelids twitched, and he looked at Su Ming in disbelief, "My friend, is your former boss, who promoted you, worse than a fake god's body in your heart?"

He would accept it as long as it was true, but the problem is, the real god is right in front of you, and he is your teacher and friend!

"You don't understand." Su Ming glanced at Tartaglia and said, "Perhaps Ying is the only one in this world who can understand me."

Only Ying shares his ambition and wants to collect an entire forest.

Zhongli was silent again.

After a while, Zhongli sighed.

Too bad.

It still sucks.

The impact brought to him by the battle between demons and gods was not as great as the impact brought to him by Su Ming's brain circuit.

In the same world, those little kids following Su Ming have all grown up.

There were so many people, including chefs, exorcists, writers, and funeral directors, but only Ying'er could barely connect with Su Ming's train of thought.

"Forget it." Zhongli sighed weakly and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

What does it have to do with him whether the golden house will be stolen?

Anyway, Su Ming didn't steal Mora.

Tartaglia glanced at Zhongli, leaned closer to Su Ming, and lowered his voice, "Do you really want to steal?"

"Yeah." Su Ming nodded, saying seriously, "It's useless to leave it to them. Will it be placed in the Mora pile as a decoration? It's better for me to steal it. This way, I'll be happy anyway."

The Fatui are just sitting around doing nothing in the camp, so they might as well start mining.

Dig it out and make a fake one and put it inside, then replace the real one.

Anyway, the Seven Stars would not squat and guard in front of the Immortal Ancestor's transformation.

Tartaglia's eyes flashed, "Take me and Ying with you."

Sneaking into the Golden House to steal the Immortal's magical transformation is much more involved than stealing the God's Heart. There will definitely be an exciting battle at that time.

"You..." Su Ming looked at the temporary anchor skill on the panel, "No."

Delaying his escape.

"so……"

After a long silence, Zhongli looked up and asked seriously, "Can you guys do this behind my back?"

Steal his body!

We have to discuss it in front of him!

There is no respect at all for this old man who is thousands of years old!