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

"So where's Scaramucci?"

The orange-haired young man lazily walked along the path in Xumi City, and said lazily, "You didn't come to Xumi just to bring that golden-haired guy back to repair your pot, did you?"

Hearing this, Su Ming rubbed his forehead and said, "I just plan to go and see the progress of Dotorei's experiment, but you..."

Having said that, Su Ming turned his head and looked at the young master.

Tartaglia tilted his head with a cynical smile on his face, "Tsk, forget it, I won't go."

"Okay." Su Ming smiled and pushed open the door to the small courtyard. "You can live here for the time being."

Tartaglia nodded and glanced at the environment casually, "If I follow them, I will always have no choice but to attack them."

Although the task has to be evaded, it still needs to be done even if it is necessary.

"This is for you." Su Ming took out a name card from his pocket and put it in Tartaglia's hand, "You can enter and exit the cave freely, and you don't have to stay in Xumi..."

Hearing this, Tartaglia smiled softly, "Of course."

Who wants to do the task? It’s so much fun to just slack off.

Su Ming checked the time and pushed Tartaglia into a small room nearby. "Go to bed early. I need to go to the workshop."

Tartaglia leaned on the bed, propped up his head, and looked helpless. "I've been through three days. Can't I take a break?"

His partner will die!

"It's okay." Su Ming calmly took out a small pink bow hairpin and held it in his hand, "Two hours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ming disappeared.

The orange-haired man leaned against the head of the bed, lazily hooked the quilt beside him with his feet and put it on his body, sighing secretly, "It's bad luck, but he's also courting death..."

……

"coming?"

The young man's clear voice came from the high platform, and the arrogance in his voice was reduced a lot.

Su Ming climbed onto the platform and looked at the purple-haired boy squatting in the corner in surprise, "You?"

what happened?

"Ugh—" The purple fairy rushed out from behind the boy and threw herself into Su Ming's arms, "Master No. 2 is crying in pain..."

Skirmisher:…

"Open your dog eyes and see when I cry in pain?" Sanbing retorted with his eyes wide open: "Do you think I am a waste like you?"

Su Ming rubbed the little fairy randomly and sat down next to the scattered soldiers. "What's going on, Bang? Don't hold on."

Hearing this, San Bing's eyes almost rolled up to the sky, "I will send you off when I become a god."

"Is it because you can't bear too much power?" Su Ming silently observed Sanbing's joints and face, and his eyes swept over Sanbing's smooth hair without a single strand of hair. "Is Dotore catching up?"

Sanbing frowned impatiently, but still said, "Normal procedure."

"Oh." Su Ming responded, silently took out a bottle of spray from his pocket, sprayed it on Sanbing's head, and secretly hung a small pink hairpin behind Sanbing's head.

"What are you doing?" The purple-haired boy gritted his teeth, "Want to die?"

"It should be useful to you." Su Ming sprayed a whole bottle generously, clapped his hands and leaned back into the mecha, "But you and Dotole are really good at spending money. I feel like my heart is bleeding when I look at the bills these days."

"Tsk." Sanbing looked at Su Ming with disdain, "Stingy."

Those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters, isn’t that Mora?

The boy breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his limbs gradually becoming relaxed.

He looked at Su Ming and kicked Su Ming's leg with his toes, "Did you bring food?"

"I brought it." Su Ming took out a bunch of things from the pot, "Do you want some snacks or some staple food?"

The scattered soldier frowned slightly and said impatiently: "Take them all out, you are so stingy that you can't even eat one bite."

When he becomes a god, he will crush this stingy guy into pieces with one foot.

Su Ming thought for a moment and spread out a picnic mat inside the mecha, "Poor Beng, isn't Dotorei willing to give you a bite to eat?"

Hearing this, the young man gritted his teeth and said, "You're the only one who talks too much!"

Isn’t it the fault of that great sage?

Apart from doing experiments, Dotore was always going out to put on sacks. He was almost worn out by the play. The soldiers all thought they were hallucinating, as they could hear Dotore's wild and sinister laughter from time to time.

"You came to me just to spray some medicine?" Sanbing bit a piece of muffin angrily and looked at Su Ming twice, "Am I the potted plant you fostered in Xumi?"

Su Ming sighed and took out a tattered little pillow from his pocket. "My pulse pillow has broken, but I will go back for a free clinic the day after tomorrow."

"Heh." A sneer escaped from Sanbing's lips, his eyes mocking, "Free clinic? The kind that poisons the other party?"

"Do you think I am you?" Su Ming stuffed the small pillow into Sanbing's hand, "Quick, fill it for me, I'm waiting to use it."

The purple-haired boy gritted his teeth and looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, his face full of anger, "I am not your servant!"

"I know, but..." Su Ming silently took out a sewing kit and stuffed it into Sanbing's hand, "You don't want this mecha to fall apart now, do you?"

Skirmisher:…

I hate this guy so much!

Sanbing angrily pulled out a needle and poked Su Ming with it, "Why are you so shameless?"

Let an executive officer mend his clothes for him?

Is he shameless for disbanding his troops?

Su Ming acted as if nothing had happened and said calmly, "It's well known that I have no face."

So just sew.

Su Ming pointed to the place where the thread was cut, "I hope your skills have improved over the years. Every time I go out to see patients, they think I am a poor doctor."

"Are you not in pain?" The soldier almost bit his teeth to pieces. "Are you too poor to even find a tailor?"

Su Ming lifted his sleeves to reveal the soft armor underneath, "I'm already prepared. I won't be poked into a hedgehog by you again!"

The soldier pursed his lips to suppress the anger in his heart, and poked the needle hard into the small pillow in his hand, "Have some shame, Adonis!"

There are thousands of shameless people among the fools, but it is really rare to find someone who can step on his own face.

Su Ming shrugged and silently opened a self-heating hot pot to cook.

"Is this how you guys picnic on my research?"

The man climbed onto the mecha, his eyes cold, "Can you show me some respect?"

Su Ming turned around and waved, "You're walking a little slowly. I've already finished talking to people about cooperation. Why are you just coming back?"

On the side, the scattered soldier sneered and poked again, "What? Can't Dotore have a little night life?"

Hearing this, Su Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the long-armed and long-legged man in front of him in surprise, "Ah, I didn't expect you to be such a Dotole..."

The doctor's lips were tightly pursed, and the gaze hidden by the mask almost turned into a real knife to stab Su Ming.

"Vulgar!" The doctor sneered and looked at the two people in front of him with contempt. "Nightlife? Is this the only vulgar thing you can think of?"

He, the doctor!

The best researcher in Teyvat!

Hearing this, Su Ming looked up at the doctor and released his ultimate move, "You can't cut me. All my researchers are vulgar."