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

Walking out of Lord Maocai's house, Su Ming immediately saw a blonde girl squatting in the corner with a blunt sword, trying to dig holes in the wall.

This wall digging is real digging.

"What are you doing?" Su Ming walked over quietly and kicked Ying's calf.

The blonde girl shuddered and turned around instantly.

"You!" Before Ying could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw the man behind Su Ming and a man named Maocai who was tied up with ropes and held in his hands.

Suddenly, three batches of emotion values ​​appeared on Su Ming's panel.

The blonde girl looked at the doctor warily, stepped back slightly, and then spoke, "I want to see..."

He was afraid that Su Ming would be frightened by the ghost he created, and he was also afraid that if the house collapsed, no one would dig Su Ming out.

"This lady seems to be very afraid of me." The doctor raised his eyebrows, but not a single sign of it was revealed under the mask.

He glanced at Su Ming, then turned around and put Mao Caigong into the pot, "I just finished cutting a person and I'm in a good mood. I won't cause any trouble for your disguise business..."

Seeing the doctor disappear, Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked around at Su Ming and smelled a little blood. "Did you beat up Mao Caigong?"

Death is impossible. In Su Ming's opinion, if he dies, he will not be able to earn Mora.

"Leave it to the doctor." Su Ming took off his gloves and looked at his still clean hands. "That's pretty impressive. You didn't control yourself when slicing. The blood splattered all over me."

Looking at Su Ming's disgusted expression, Ying's mouth twitched.

Paimon smacked his lips repeatedly, "I've already cut it, and you're still complaining..."

Ever since they found out about Su Ming's true identity, it seemed like the three views of the heroic duo were gradually being distorted, and they couldn't even utter a word of accusation.

“But…” Ying looked back at the small pit he had dug and spread his hands. “Other formations have traps. Just find the trick. You…”

As he spoke, Ying raised his head slightly, "Doesn't your formation even have a small door?"

Although she had to spend a long time to solve difficult puzzles, at least she could get the direction.

Su Ming’s haunted little formation blocked the side door, small door and back door tightly!

"There's nothing left." Su Ming yawned and walked slowly towards the bottom of Yujing Terrace. "But we'll start rebuilding tomorrow, and the formation will be removed."

"So fast..." Ying muttered, and then seemed to remember something and said, "Then I'll go help you chop down the tree, and catch some crystal butterflies and put them in the yard for you."

"Okay." Su Ming responded indifferently, turned the corner and saw Xingqiu who was not holding the book.

The young man stood quietly by the roadside. When he saw Su Ming, he nodded slightly, with his calves exposed. He seemed not afraid of the cold night wind at all.

"Didn't Xingqiu go home to rest?" Paimeng was confused and blinked at Xingqiu, "You..."

Xingqiu pursed his lips, but his eyes fell on Su Ming.

"Oh..." Ying came back to her senses, grabbed Paimeng who was flying forward, looked at Su Ming and said, "Then I'll wait for you in front..."

There is something to be said, these two people are going to have a private conversation!

"It's okay." Su Ming patted Ying's head and said, "It's nothing private."

"My father wants to hold a banquet tomorrow to apologize to Brother Su." Xingqiu raised his head slightly and pursed his lips. "Would Brother Su Ming do me the honor?"

"There's no need for the president of Feiyun Chamber of Commerce to recall what happened decades ago." Su Ming ruffled Xingqiu's hair, ruffling his neat short hair into a bird's nest. "I think the person involved has already let it go."

Xingqiu's eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Has the person involved really let it go?"

Hearing this, Su Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and recalled what his stepparents had done in the past few years, "Let it go now..."

What else could he do if he couldn't let it go? He had already cut the Maocai Gong into slices of bread and sent them back.

Xingqiu nodded silently, and after a long pause he spoke, "Feiyun Chamber of Commerce will always be Brother Su Ming's backer."

After saying this, Xingqiu turned and left.

Su Ming looked at Xingqiu's back in silence for a moment, then chuckled after a while.

On the side, Ying and Paimon looked at each other, hesitant.

"What do you want to ask?" Su Ming sat on the ground leaning against the railing and took out a bottle of wine.

The blonde girl also sat down and said hesitantly, "Does Xingqiu...know..."

Knowing that Su’s parents are not dead, and knowing that Su Ming is now on Zhidong’s side.

"I don't know everything. I only know that they are in the Fatui now." Su Ming bit the cork off the bottle and took a sip of wine. "My father is a genuine Liyue person, and my mother was the intelligence officer in charge of Liyue at that time."

The blonde girl blinked, somewhat confused about the past and somewhat confused about Su Ming's response.

Given Su Ming's personality, he would just make jokes and fool around, and would never speak like that.

"After they got married, they had a child named Su Huan." Su Ming thought about it and finally started to explain. His voice was low, as if he was telling himself.

"Su Huan?" The blonde girl looked puzzled and asked, "Isn't it Su Ming?"

"No, he is my brother." Su Ming shook the bottle, moved his butt, faced the railing, and looked at Liyue Harbor below through the gap, "Mr. Zhongli's eldest disciple, an orthodox disciple of the immortal family, and a proud son of heaven who was once famous in Liyue Harbor."

"Then..." Ying didn't know what to say for a moment.

She didn't know the person Su Ming was talking about, and no one had ever mentioned him. Judging from Su Ming's expression, it seemed that he didn't have a particularly deep understanding of him.

"He was a bit unlucky, but not as unlucky as me." Su Ming recalled the information he had found and whispered, "He died before I was born. This simple business competition is like child's play to me now."

"Is it related to Lord Maocai?" Ying was keenly aware of something and raised her head suddenly, "You want revenge?"

Hearing this, Su Ming yawned, "I was just following orders, but my parents were very sad after Su Huan died, and then my father betrayed Liyue. After I was born, they completed their mission and took me back to the Kingdom of Winter."

Paimon's eyes widened, "Then you..."

Having an outstanding brother is a good thing in some sense, but it also seems not so good in some sense.

"I always feel that Su Huan and I are destined to be together." Su Ming leaned his forehead against the railing and whispered, "I always feel something is wrong. It's not that I think he is too outstanding and has stolen other people's attention, but everything about him has been hidden, just like your brother. Many people know about it, but he refuses to tell you directly."

Alas, even though I became the Riddler, my hatred for the Riddler remained the same.

It makes one wonder if there is a virus in Teyvat that can kill people if they talk nicely.

Hearing this, the blonde girl frowned slightly, "Could it be that... a strange god also forcibly separated you and your blood relatives?"

Just like her and her brother?

"No, I'm sure I had no blood relatives before I came to Teyvat." Su Ming said with certainty, and chuckled at himself after a while, "Suddenly I feel like Her Majesty is a garbage collector."

Abandoned scholars, abandoned businessmen, abandoned puppets...

It seems that the Queen's XP is the three words "abandoned".

In a sense, the most cheerful prince is the most neglected child in the middle among his siblings, and he is also doomed to be abandoned by Teyvat.

"The exiles are in the same boat, performing a foolish play that belongs to the cold winter night." Su Ming smiled and placed the bottle cork on the narrow railing in front of him.