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

"I am back."

The young man with orange hair and gray clothes pushed open the door of the small building and looked inside.

The man with white hair and green eyes and the man with black hair and black eyes sat face to face, looking at each other.

"You...?" Tartaglia hesitated for a moment, then moved closer to the sofa and looked around. "Where are you?"

Su Ming waved his hand silently and retracted his clone, "All of them."

There was a flash of surprise in Tartaglia's eyes, and he slumped down on the sofa, "Every time I see you play like this, I feel that Dotole's sinister plan has succeeded."

Hearing this, Su Ming rolled his eyes silently, "It's different."

"Why is it different?" Tartaglia crossed her legs and slowly kicked off her boots. "Just now, when I was integrating the advance team in the wild, I ran into the secretary of the Seven Stars. If the wanted order hadn't been cancelled, I would have been afraid that she would come and beat me..."

Although a fight was nothing, he was a little annoyed by his physical actions these days.

"Dottore is sliced ​​bread." Su Ming sorted out the account books on the table one by one, "I am at most a hand-torn bread, which can be put back together after being torn."

"No." Tartaglia rested his head on his arm, "You are a puzzle piece."

"What are we having for dinner?" Su Ming yawned and rubbed his sore eyes. "I scared Tianquanxing this morning, Ying asked me how to drive for two hours at noon, and I read ten account books in the afternoon. I'm in desperate need of food right now."

Tartaglia looked at Su Ming in surprise, "Driving? Can't the Traveler drive an elemental car?"

He drove very well, drifting with Adonis and almost throwing Adonis back to the Kingdom of Winter.

Hearing this, Su Ming sighed and looked at Tartaglia, hesitant to speak, "You are an adult male now, can you understand the adult world?"

Tartaglia was startled, and pulled his hand out from under his head and touched the tip of his nose, "Then I understand..."

It's another car...

"Liuli Pavilion or Xinyue Pavilion?" Tartaglia got up from the sofa and looked at the table. "Tear off two pieces of paper and go with the flow."

Su Ming pursed his lips and silently tore off two strips from the edge of the account book, drew a moon on one and a circle on the other, then rolled them into two small balls, "Come on, draw."

Tartaglia rubbed his fingers together, hesitated for a moment, and then opened one. "Liuliting."

Su Ming stood up and asked, "So you still have your box?"

"Of course." Tartaglia casually threw a bag of Mora on the table and stretched, "Always here."

If Wanmin Hall had no private rooms, he would even want to book one there.

"Take me one!"

A white light flashed, and the Chen Ge pot that Su Ming placed on the table shook slightly. A man in ice-white clothes walked out of it, with a strange mask on his face. "I haven't eaten Liyue's food for a long time."

Su Ming: ...

Dadalia: ...

Su Ming looked at the large slice in front of him blankly, "You... have completed the Internet?"

Isn’t he in seclusion in Chen Ge Hu?

"Heh." The doctor sneered, and put on his gloves leisurely, and put on the rings one by one, "Do you think I am your scientific research black hole?"

Aside, Tartaglia put on his boots again, "Have you been infected by Scaramucci?"

If you are going to talk like that, you might as well go to Xumi and talk.

"Hmph." The doctor tilted his head and squinted at the young master, then turned to look at Su Ming, "I suggest you don't have bad luck at dinner."

"What's wrong with being unlucky?" Su Ming rolled his eyes, took out a few Mora from Tartaglia's wallet and held them in his hand, "Come and cut me if you can!"

"Squeak-"

The door of the small building made a slight sound and several people turned around.

Two heads, one white and one yellow, were stacked together, and their expressions were both filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Ying blinked, "You guys..."

"Let me introduce you." Su Ming patted the doctor's shoulder without hesitation, "The authentic second chief executive officer."

fluorescent:? ? ?

"Why are you introducing this?" The blonde girl pushed the door open blankly and walked in. "Is this your common name before the war?"

fight?

Three executive officers?

Ying raised her head and looked at the small building. She suddenly felt that a building in the bustling area of ​​Liyue Harbor was not worthy of the presence of three executive officers.

The prince has the golden house, the lady has the castle tower.

The cards of the three executives may not be worthy of the Qun Yu Pavilion.

"Let's eat." Su Ming put Mora and the Chen Ge pot into his backpack and walked out. "My lord and I drew lots and decided to eat at Liuli Pavilion today."

Hearing this, the blonde girl was slightly startled.

She and Paimon looked at each other and said, "I came here to say... I just met Mr. Zhongli..."

"So?" Su Ming put on his coat and turned back, "Mr. Zhongli, is there anything wrong?"

Paimeng took over the conversation, "Mr. Zhongli said that Wangsheng Hall has been a bit busy recently. He has been so busy that he has no time to eat. Hall Master Hu is keeping a close eye on him, so he asked you to go to Wangsheng Hall after dinner to work overtime. Bring him some dinner."

Su Ming: ...

Su Ming looked back at the account book on the table, then looked at Mora in his hand, "I...work overtime?"

"That's right." Paimon nodded, reached out and secretly took a Mora from Su Ming's hand, and stuffed it into Ying's hand, "You are still a guest official of Wangsheng Hall."

Su Ming took a deep breath and turned to look at the young master, "Where are your men?"

Tartaglia was stunned and waved his hand.

A burst of water elemental power hit the air, and a debt collector dressed in black appeared in the house.

"Javert?" Su Ming looked at the man in front of him, his fingers hanging by his side and trembling slightly, "Go... go find Andre..."

Javert: ???

Javert looked at Lord Disaster in front of him with sincere eyes, looking forward to his next instructions.

Are you going to cause trouble?!

You want to beat up that yellow-haired girl, right? !

"Go find him and bring me some anti-hair loss medicine." Su Ming gritted his teeth, turned around and walked out, "Sooner or later, this little bit of hair of mine will stay in Teyvat."

fluorescent:? ? ?

Ying touched her task notebook blankly and looked up, "It seems that my commissions are more than Su Ming's overtime..."

She often works on commissions late at night...

"Then..." Paimon flew upwards and looked down at Ying's head seriously, "Although there is no risk of hair loss, do you want to be prepared?"

Ying's eyes lit up and she turned to look at the debt handler who was standing there in a daze.

Javert was frightened by the sparkling eyes and almost took out his double fire-elemental swords to fight to the death with the traveler who tried to steal the swords.

Under the debt collector's vigilant gaze, Ying's face was full of anticipation, "So, can you give me a copy of your Fatui's hair growth formula?"

She doesn't want to be laughed at as a bald person after reuniting with her brother!

Hearing this, Javert was stunned.

"Go ahead." Tartaglia waved his hand and sighed, "So are you going to eat this meal or not? If you keep talking, Adonis will have to work overtime!"